The Tyrant’s Beloved Empress

An Changqing returned to the palace with a carriage of gifts. Wang Fugui brought people to greet him. She was shocked when she saw the miscellaneous things in the carriage. When she saw that there was a pig (meat rou) in it, her expression became even more complicated. Unspeakable. +++Mobile reading visit m.readwn.com

"Princess, these things..."

"All of them were sent by the people of Yejing." An Changqing said, "All food is sent to the kitchen, and the others will be divided among others. It's all a piece of mind, don't waste it."

Wang Fugui apparently didn't expect these to be given by the people, so he stayed for a while after hearing this. After all, the prince of his own family has always kept no strangers from entering, and the Northern War Palace has never had such a special experience. He had heard that other beloved officials had been thrown in the street by the people, but they were all heard from the hearsay, and now it is the first time to see them with his own eyes.

I don’t know what’s going on, so a bit of joy with the glory came from his heart, and he happily responded, ordering people to send all the ingredients to the kitchen. After the inspection, there is no problem, but the dinner is just fine. Use it.

…

When Xiao Zhige heard that the princess had returned to the house, he went to the door to find her. He walked halfway, but heard three or two maids chatting on the side of the road.

"With so many silk flowers, no prince in Yejing can compare to a princess, right?"

"Yes, yes. The princess is good-looking, and she is kind-hearted. I thought the princess was not easy to serve after seeing a few ways to clean up the blushes."

"That's Yanhong and the others crooked minds, which host family can't send it off? In other words, it is the princess who is kind, and only sends out Yanhong... You see, we are serving the master seriously, when did the princess be sad?

The other two maids agreed for a while, and felt that there would be silk flower rewards often in the future. Although they are not worth a lot of money, these silk flowers are quite unique and should be made by the daughter's family. They are also happy to receive the reward.

Xiao Zhige heard a few words, but didn't understand what they were talking about. Frowning, he stepped forward and asked, "What are you talking about?"

The three maids were taken aback. They turned around and saw Xiao Zhige were so scared that they knelt down immediately: "Wang, prince..."

Xiao Zhige frowned more tightly: "You were talking about the princess? What happened to the princess?"

The maid at the front did not dare to raise her head, and said in a trembled voice: "We...we are saying that the princess is kind, and I heard from the steward Wang that when the princess came back from the street, the people gave us a lot of things, and even took us along. Light, got a reward."

Looking at the silk flowers in the hands of the maids, Xiao Zhige finally figured it out.

He knew that Yejing had a flower-throwing style. After the Taizu ascended the throne, he worked hard to rule and enrich the people of Ye Kingdom (strong qiang). The people are prosperous and open-minded. Regardless of men and women, they also pursue beauty even more, so that the beauty of beauty prevails. Later, it gradually developed into a man and woman who saw good-looking men and women, and the people would boldly throw flowers. Of course, aristocratic women rarely show their faces when they go out. Therefore, it was mostly men who were thrown flowers.

Unexpectedly, his princess would be thrown flowers.

Xiao Zhige couldn't say what his mood was. It's a little proud, but also a little bit sour. After all, it was his princess, and he knew how beautiful and good it was.

Let several maids stand up, Xiao Zhige strode to find An Changqing.

The three maids breathed a sigh of relief and said in a bolder whisper: "Do you think that after having the princess, the prince seems to have a better temper?"

They seemed to have not seen the prince lose his temper with a calm face for a long time.

The other two maids nodded in agreement, glanced at Xiao Zhige's back with lingering fear, and hurried (gan) work with the silk flowers.

…

Xiao Zhige went to the front yard, An Changqing was listening to Wang Fugui's report on the arrangements for the previous year's festival. Seeing Xiao Zhige coming over, Wang Fugui consciously stopped, presented the booklet, and retired with interest.

An Changqing poured him a cup of tea: "Wang Ye didn't go out today?"

Xiao Zhige let out a "huh", brewed for a while, and then asked, "I heard that there are people throwing flowers at you in the street today?"

An Changqing smiled and said, "It's not a toss. I'll give it to the coachman while I'm away."

Xiao Zhige pointedly said: "Next time I go to the street, take Tiehu and Zhao Shi, although Yejing is still peaceful, but in case someone is trying to get rid of it..."

An Changqing was stunned by what he said, and he hesitated: "They are all enthusiastic people, probably not..."

Xiao Zhige said righteously: "Just in case."

Asked again: "Do you like those people very much?"

An Changqing thought about this issue seriously. In fact, I can't say that I like it much. He always stayed in the deep house compound before and had no chance to look outside. Let alone contact with ordinary people. Later, I relived my life and thought that Xiao Zhige's unbelievable rumors were spread by these people, and I felt that they were a little stupid. Not like it, but it's not disgusting either.

After all, there are other people who really spread the rumors, and these people are just being used.

But now that I have really come into contact with it, I feel a little deeper. These people may not have much knowledge, or even a word of ignorance. But in fact, most of the minds are not bad. Their joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are frank on their faces. All you want is to live and work in peace and contentment, so that your children and grandchildren will have a good life.

"I just think they are actually... pretty good." An Changqing thought for a while and said, "It would be nice if they can always be like this in the future."

To live and work in peace and contentment, you don’t have to worry about wars, but you can also have free time to go to the teahouse to listen to books and chat. Live an ordinary but stable life.

Xiao Zhige's eyes moved slightly and looked at him thoughtfully.

An Changqing smiled embarrassedly: "Did I think too naively?" And just because the people gave him silk flowers and gifts today, they changed their views. It seems to be a bit superficial.

"No." Xiao Zhige said slowly: "Taizu once said that his lifelong wish is to have no war in the world, and the people have enough food and clothing. It took him all his life to make Daye prosper and drive Beidi to Deep in the North Desert..."

People live and work in peace and contentment, it sounds simple. But it took a generation of emperors' whole life to achieve it.

It is a pity that the successor generation is not as good as the first generation, after all, they cannot hold onto the foundation created by Taizu. In the generation of his father, Emperor Anqing, not only Beidi came to commit the crime, but also the frontier has been fighting for years. Even Xiwei and Yuze, who have always been peaceful, began to look at them.

Listening to him, An Changqing was touched even more. He had only cared about his own one-acre three-quarters of land, and had never thought of such serious issues as the people and the world. It was not until Xiao Zhige talked about it that he gave him an initiation and suddenly understood something.

Immediately afterwards, he remembered the things that happened in the north at this time in the previous life.

It was a natural disaster, but it turned into a (Ren) disaster in the end. And all of this had early signs, but no one noticed it.

The last life was also the winter of the fifteenth year of the celebration. The winter of the year came extremely early, starting in October and it continued until January of the following year. The people in the North have long been used to such a cold winter, and they are not too worried. I just thought that as usual, as long as the beginning of spring, it should be warmer. However, in February, the weather still did not warm up. Instead, there was a hailstorm. The hail with big fists slammed down, not only killing people, but also damaging many houses. Everyone realized that the winter of this year seemed a little unusual. But by the time the reaction came, it was too late. After the hail, there was heavy snow for several days. From February to March, the weather did not get warmer. Many people were smashed and homeless. There is not much food left for the winter. The price of food and cotton clothes on the market has skyrocketed, and many people cannot afford it. In the end, they have to sleep on the street, and they are frozen to death silently.

The north was hit by the disaster, and the Beidi people farther north were not well. These fierce Beidi people took the most brave cavalry and went south to burn (kill sha) and plunder, which made the disaster situation in the north more serious.

After waiting hard to survive the natural disaster, it was the Queen Mother's 60th birthday. Emperor Anqing built ninety-nine longevity towers for the queen mother. Levying corvee and increasing taxes, the people of the North who had not recovered from the natural disasters, even the only remaining grains were looted.

Since the 16th year of Qingli, bandits and bandits have emerged in endlessly everywhere. Even An Changqing lives deep in the palace, and he often hears that there are people who have turned against him again. Xiao Zhige, on the other hand, was stationed at the border to fight against Bei Di, who had never returned to Yejing.

An Changqing was in the palace at that time, but she was not affected much, but she sighed that the world is getting more and more difficult.

Even if he lived again, he didn't actually feel much about the natural disaster. The court and the people were too far away from him, and he only contained his own one-third of acre. As for the others, he can't take care of it. What I usually think about the most is just to hoard more goods before the prices of grain and cotton-coated charcoal rise.

However, the people I met on Yongle Street today, and some conversations with Xiao Zhige, woke him up with a blow.

He is no longer the concubine An Changqing, who was muddled in his previous life and can't see the future; he is the princess of the Northern Warlord, who is in the same spirit as Xiao Zhige, and is also loved by the people. Before he knew it, the responsibility had been taken on him.

He didn't want to watch Xiao Zhige turn into a tyrant, nor did he want these Da Ye people, who lived and worked in peace, to be trampled by horseshoes and precarious.

Taking a deep breath, An Changqing changed his mind several times, and finally made a decision. He slowly said, "Speaking of the people, I happened to have a dream last night..."

"The winter in my dream is very long this year. In February, it didn't get warm again, and there was a big hailstorm, which damaged houses. Many poor people had nowhere to stay, freezing to death on the side of the road..."

"...The Beidi people had no food to spend the winter, and they went south to invade the border, and the prince was also ordered to go to the north..."

Slowly telling the story of the birth (fa) in the previous life, An Changqing stared at Xiao Zhige and said, "Does the prince believe me?"

Xiao Zhige frowned slightly, (touching Mo) (touching Mo) his head said: "It's just a dream, don't be afraid."

An Changqing shook his head. He didn't dare to talk about such shocking things as rebirth. He could only fabricate new reasons. Biting his cheeks hard, he tensely clenched his fingers: "This is not just a dream, I... I have had this kind of dream more than once, and it all came true in the end."

An Changqing's mind quickly turned, trying to win him: "Do you remember Wu Junshu? I told my mother that Wu Junshu raised the outer room, and said that the prince helped me check it. In fact, it was what I dreamed of..."

"I dreamed that Wu Junshu raised the outer room, but he hid well. We were kept in the dark. After Yu'er got married, he carried the outer room into the door. Yu'er was in the Zhongyong Hou Mansion and was in the end. He died of a blood collapse in a minor birth..."

"Before this, I had a few such dreams, and they all came true in the end."

Xiao Zhige frowned as he listened, and clenched his hand: "Does anyone know about this?"

An Changqing was stunned and shook his head.

"Don't tell anyone else." Xiao Zhige sullen and looked at him sternly for the first time: "Except me, don't let anyone know, you know?"

An Changqing nodded, and eagerly said: "The snow disaster..."

"All this is just your dream after all..."

An Changqing paled, thinking he didn't believe in herself. But he heard him say again: "...it can't be reported to the court, nor is it good to publicize. But this year, the grain produced in Zhuangzi has not been sold yet, I will ask them to keep it. In addition, I will ask people to hoard food and clothing for the winter to prevent One."

An Changqing's nervous look was relaxed, and she couldn't help but asked him eagerly: "The prince really believes me? Don't you think this is nonsense?"

Xiao Zhige calmed down and (touched Mo) (touched Mo) his eyes: "Your eyes will not lie to me. Besides, the weather this year is indeed unusual. You can't go wrong with more precautions. "

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