The Tyrant’s Beloved Empress

An Changqing has never been so embarrassed. He sat in the teahouse drinking tea cup after cup. Yu and An Xianyu, plus two guards, all stretched their necks and watched with relish. +++Mobile reading visit m.wuxiaspot.com

He listened to the storyteller talking about the love-hate relationship between the God of War and the Fox King for half an hour, and then he slapped the gavel, drank a sip of tea, and whipped up his appetite before saying: "If you want to know what is going on, listen to the next time. Break it down. You magistrates will come back tomorrow."

When talking about the wonderful place, it broke off, the spectators let out a sigh of regret, and started to walk out in twos and threes. An Changqing's table was in the last corner, and no one noticed it for a while.

An Xianyu commented: "This Yanzhou language book is much bolder and more novel than Yejing's. It is indeed a place where folk customs are open."

"What script have you read?" An Changqing looked at her in surprise. This sister has always been quiet and sensible. At home, she is either reading or writing or being a female celebrity. She rarely shows such a playful and lively side. Changqing An doesn't even know her. It turns out that I still read the storybook.

Realizing that she had missed her mouth, An Xianyu quietly stuck her tongue out, and quickly reduced her expression (lust) and urged: "It's getting late, should we go back?"

When An Changqing heard this, she was really distracted. The three of them spent most of the day outside, and it was almost time for dinner. The group of people got on the sedan chair and returned.

Xiao Zhige from the house has returned, and he is drinking tea with Qi Wei Xie Ling and others in the court. Seeing them come back, Qi Wei and others stood up to salute.

Xiao Zhige and An Changqing changed their eyes and didn't speak much. On the contrary, Qi Wei saw An Xianyu behind him, his eyes brightened, he cleared his throat and arched his hands very calmly and steadily: "I heard that the old lady and the young lady are going to Yanzhou as guests. I am waiting for a special visit. In Xia Yanzhou, Lieutenant General Qi Wei, from the Boling Qi family, has not yet—"

Before he could finish speaking, Xie Ling slammed on his foot and interrupted his unfinished words. Qi Wei glared at him dissatisfiedly, but couldn't continue speaking, so he could only smile with hatred.

Several young people were born with good looks, and their eyes (colors) were pure and polite. Just seeing how respect they treated themselves, they knew that it was for the sake of An Changqing and Xiao Zhige. Yu's thoughts were relieved, and smiled back to them.

Everyone is here, so naturally I will leave after dinner.

The noodles were already prepared in the kitchen. Originally, the man and woman were divided into two seats, but there were only two female relatives, Yu and An Xianyu, plus the Yanzhou young family. They did not follow the rules and thought that they would sit alone. It was too deserted, so he combined the two tables into one.

Due to the presence of the female family members, several generals who had been accustomed to the meal unconsciously got up. After the meal, Yu and An Xianyu went to the backyard, and Qi Wei let out a sigh of relief. Moved to An Changqing's side: "It's all from my own family, so I just told the princess, can Lingmei be engaged in marriage?"

An Changqing was taken aback for a moment, then looked at his expression, her eyes narrowed: "Not yet, why?"

Qi Wei rubbed his hands and laughed: "Isn't that just a coincidence? If you are unmarried and unmarried, we might as well kiss and kiss..."

Xie Ling kicked him in the back: "How can anyone come to talk about marriage by himself? No rules."

Qi Wei almost staggered to the ground, holding his body (shen) back and glaring at him: "You, a hypocritical hypocrite like you should not find a wife. I will tell the princess first, if the princess agrees. , I’ll write to my family and invite the media to propose marriage."

Seeing them talk further and further, An Changqing coughed, but did not refuse in a word: "This is my sister. Naturally, I have to respect her meaning when we get married."

Speaking of An Xianyu's age, indeed, if she hadn't retired, she should also discuss marriage at her age. Since she moved to live in Zhuangzi, she has lived in a corner with the Yu family. There are no mundane affairs, but the marriage has been delayed. Now that Qi Wei took the initiative to mention it, he realized that these generals under Xiao Zhige were also good candidates.

I had thoughts in my mind, but I didn't answer them. An Changqing decided to discuss with the Yu family first, and then ask An Xianyu's opinion.

Qi Wei wasn't discouraged, and he responded with joy, and after a long time selling himself and boasting, he was annoyed by Xie Ling and kicked again: "Talking about business."

"Oh." Qi Wei stopped talking reluctantly, remembering the purpose of this.

With a straight look, Qi Wei said: "The sweet potato field outside the city is almost ready for harvest. The old farmer who is taking care of the field has made a rough estimate. It is estimated that one acre of land can harvest nearly 20 stone sweet potatoes."

The sweet potatoes planted in May have been fertilized and irrigated, and the sun is good. They are now about to grow and will be harvested in late August. Although An Changqing previously said that the book records the output of sweet potato tens of stones per acre. But seeing it in the book and seeing it with my own eyes is not a feeling after all. In particular, everyone here knows how much grain is produced in an acre of land, and when you compare it with sweet potatoes, you just feel like you are falling into a dream.

Even Qi Wei and others felt a bit untrue, as if a pie fell from the sky: "How do you deal with so many sweet potatoes?"

Xiao Zhige said: "Leave some as seed potatoes for the coming year in the army. The other part...what do you think should be handled?"

"You can ask the following officials to advertise the benefits of sweet potatoes to the people and promote the cultivation of sweet potatoes." Changqing An often deals with the old people these days, and has some insights on how to mobilize the people's enthusiasm (sexual xing): "The remaining sweet potatoes can be kept for use. Planting potatoes, after the people learn about the benefits of sweet potatoes, they can be allowed to exchange money or grain for sweet potatoes and go back to plant them. In this way, when the spring starts next year, the people will plant sweet potatoes in the leeway, and the grain will be available in the coming year."

The output of sweet potato is so large that both raw and cooked can be eaten, and the taste is not bad. One or two can satisfy the hunger and fullness. As long as this kind of crop is promoted to let more people understand its benefits, there is no need to worry about no one to plant it. When it is promoted in Yanzhou, most of the food problems that plague the people in the border areas can be solved every year.

Xiao Zhige coincided with his thoughts and nodded, "Then this matter is still discussed with the adults."

The two of you talked to me and quickly negotiated a plan. Qi Wei and the others were stunned. When they went out, Qi Wei was still saying to Xie Ling, "Do you think that the princess is more and more like the prince?"

Xie Ling squinted at him: "You just found out?"

Qi Wei scratched his head and shook his head: "No, it just didn't feel so (strong qiang) strong before."

Although they have always respected the princess, it was mostly because they were grateful for food and grass, or because of the general's face. But I don't know since when, in their eyes, the princess was equal to the general. The decision made by the princess, they will not question or consult the general's opinion, just as convinced of the princess as the general.

"Er Frozen." Xie Ling shook his head and was too lazy to pay attention to him, and strode forward first.

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After the guests left, Xiao Zhige and An Changqing were left. An Changqing was worried about the promotion of sweet potato planting that he had just said. He had many thoughts in his mind, and he had no time to gossip with Xiao Zhige. He went to the study and wrote down the rough ideas first, and so on. When I go to the government office another day, I can discuss the details with the bosses.

When I stopped writing, I had already written a few pages in the booklet in my hand. Xiao Zhige did not come to bother him, only put a cup of warm ginseng tea on the book table, An Changqing squinted for half a cup, stretched out and prepared to go back to the room.

Just about to get up, he glanced over the stack of books on the desk inadvertently. Xiao Zhige reads that stack of books on ordinary days. An Changqing seldom goes there, but today's stack of books is abruptly (Lu ) A piece of color (color) book corner.

An Changqing, who was about to get up, sat down again, squinted his eyes and took out the particularly prominent book, and saw two handsome men on the cover, one heroic and tall and handsome, the other handsome and romantic. On the left, there is a bold pen with two large characters "Fallen Devil", which is the title of the book.

Turning on the inner page again, there are both pictures and text. The color (color) villain is finely drawn, but the expressions and actions are very intimate and bold. Then I read the content: Fox King knows the identity of the God of War , In order not to harass him, I will never meet again in this life with the God of War. The God of War naturally refused, and the two of them pulled, and the raging God of War stopped the Fox King...

An Changqing:...

Why is there such a small notebook hidden in the study?

He squinted his eyes and looked at the stack of books where the script was hidden. In the study, he and Xiao Zhige were the only ones who were not allowed to enter. Naturally, he did not hide these words, but most of them are--

Putting the script into his sleeve, An Changqing Shi Shiran got up and went back to the main room.

After Xiao Zhige had nothing to do with his meal, he practiced his gun in the courtyard. When he saw him coming back from the study, he took the spear and wiped (gan) the sweat with a kerchief before he greeted him: "It's done?"

An Changqing glanced at him and let out an "um".

Xiao Zhi Geshang didn't know that he hadn't hidden his things and was discovered, and followed him in. After they washed and washed, they cuddled up on the couch and talked.

An Changqing rolled her eyes and deliberately said: "Today I accompanied my mother and Yuer to the teahouse to listen to a book. The storyteller told me a story about the God of War and the Fox King. It's quite interesting. Have you ever heard of it?"

Xiao Zhige's eyelids twitched and looked down at him. An Changqing didn't move, she seemed to just want to share the newly heard story with him.

After considering it slightly, Xiao Zhige calmly said, "No, what are you talking about?"

An Changqing had a bigger smile on her mouth, and she squinted, "I just listened to it halfway through the day, and just now I saw the same script in the study. Why don't you let the prince take a look with me?"

After speaking, the script (touching Mo) came out from under the pillow and shook it.

"..." Xiao Zhige twitched, pursing his lips, and said with a guilty conscience: "How come there are scripts in the study?"

"Yeah?" An Changqing followed his words, "I am also very confused. I didn't release it. Who would release it?"

He raised his brows, and his voice was light and fluttering: "It was the prince who hid secretly behind my back, right?"

"..." Xiao Zhi Ge was silent for a long time, his face stretched, his voice righteous: "No hiding."

An Changqing kicked him in the calf: "Why didn't I know that the prince still likes to read this kind of small notebook?"

Probably out of the mind of breaking the jar, Xiao Zhige answered a little faster this time: "It is our past life written in the listening notebook." That's why I wanted to take a look.

An Changqing put the script between the two of them and pointed to one of the pages: "Where is this like us?" The painter was not ashamed, and he painted so boldly and straightforwardly.

Seeing that he was still turning back, Xiao Zhige pursed his lips, and took the script out of his hand. This time he really agreed: "Well, it's not like." He wouldn't be forced to (强qiang)... Just thinking of various novel gestures that have not been seen in the script, the Northern War King’s Adam’s apple rolled and his voice was slightly muted: "But there are still some merits, I can still see..." The rest of the words were drowned in both. Between people's lips and teeth.

After the Northern Warlord took the man to live, the last thing he thought in his mind was that this kind of yan yan's trivial words would have to be banned from the beginning. Although he was very happy to read it, it would not be beautiful to be seen by others. Although the person in the painting doesn't look like here, even if it's just a vague past life story, he doesn't want outsiders to see it.

He's here, just ask him to watch it alone.

The author has something to say: #雁州书铺之打黄扫非#

Counseling: This, this and this, copy them all, and send them to the general's mansion, so that the princess will not see them.

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