The Tyrant’s Beloved Empress

Go to the river again and put down the lantern. Watching the lantern slowly drifting away, the two people went back to Wangxianlou hand in hand. +++Mobile reading visit m.readwn.com

After being delayed for so long outside, when the two returned to Wangxianlou, An Xianyu had already returned early, and the maid behind him was still holding a lot of gadgets in her hands, and she looked very happy.

It was too early, and An Changqing proposed to return to the house to rest. Originally, everyone was going to return to the house when they came back, and when they heard the words, they all got up and went out. When coming out of Songtao Pavilion, An Changqing noticed that the door of Nongxue Pavilion next to him had been opened, and there was no one inside, thinking that the An family had already left in front of them.

When everyone returned to the palace, they went back to the courtyard to rest. An Changqing was also worried about Xiao Zhige's wet shoes and socks. As soon as he went back to the yard, he ordered someone to prepare water and prepare **** soup, and urged Xiao Zhige to change the wet clothes and socks to avoid catching the cold.

Xiao Zhige was used to being rough on weekdays, even in the winter, he hadn't been (gan gan) in the water. He didn't care about this little thing. Unexpectedly, An Changqing glared at him, and said, "Mother said, cold is born from the soles of your feet. When you are young, you don't pay attention to cold and warm. You will suffer when you are old. Do you really think you are beaten by iron? I'm sick, but no one is waiting for you."

While talking, the servant had already prepared hot water, An Changqing involuntarily stripped off his outer garment, and pushed him toward the bathroom: "Hurry up and take a bath, and drink the **** soup after you come out."

Xiao Zhige was silenced by his series of words, so he had to listen to his words and go to the bath room to take a bath. When he came out of the bath room after putting on (dry gan) clothes, he saw him coming with a bowl of **** soup. It's warm.

Since the death of his concubine, no one has cared about him so carefully for a long time. Since he was twelve years old, he joined the military camp, (touching Mo), climbing and rolling, coming and going in the sea of ​​swords, mountains and swords. There are rough guys all around, and there are fateful friendships, but no one cares about what will happen to who gets old.

The soldiers who licked blood could not care about the future, but only care about living in the present.

Without being urged by An Changqing this time, he walked over, picked up the hot **** soup and drank it in one gulp. The warm **** soup rolled down the throat and into the esophagus, and the whole body became warm.

Seeing him consciously, An Changqing finally stopped being stern, snorted softly, and went to the bath room to wash herself.

When he came back again, the man had already made the bed and was half lying in it. Seeing him coming, he moved outside and gave him the warm side.

An Changqing (take off tuo) dropped his shoes, crawled over his legs, and got into the quilt. There was a burst of warm warmth and the unique toughness of the man's body. I don’t know if it’s because of what I said today. An Changqing felt the familiar temperature, but after realizing it, his face became red and hot. He rolled up the quilt a little uncomfortably, and he didn't get into the man's arms naturally as usual, just like a silkworm, half of his face retracted into the quilt to sleep.

Xiao Zhige opened his arms and waited for a while, but did not see him coming. He frowned suspiciously. I went to see him again, only to see that half of his (exposed) face, Ya Hei's eyelashes kept trembling, it was clear that he had not fallen asleep.

After hesitating for a moment, Xiao Zhige raised his hand and took the person over. Entering his arms was a familiar and nostalgic body temperature. Xiao Zhige rubbed his chin against his head, holding him tighter.

An Changqing was originally uncomfortable, but now being held so tightly by him, the whole person is wrapped in his breath, and she just feels that she can't breathe. After holding back for a while, I finally couldn't help but open my eyes and pushed him against him (chest xiong), muttering in a low voice: "I can't breathe."

Xiao Zhige lowered his head to look at him, just bumping into him and raising his head. The lips of the two of them were facing the tips of their noses, but a slight distance. An Changqing's eyelashes trembled, she dared not look at him, her eyes quietly moved away. Xiao Zhige's throat rolled several times, remembering the "white headed covenant" floating away with the lantern, and finally obeyed his heart, carefully and gently pecked the tip of his nose.

The eyelashes tremble more violently, like a butterfly flapping its wings uneasyly caught by a hunter. But even so, An Changqing did not resist or struggle. He lowered his eyes, even raised his face slightly, in a position that was convenient for him to kiss (kiss).

The violently beating heart instantly tightened and burst out, boiling blood flowing around his body, Xiao Zhige controlled the heavier breath, carefully and meticulously flowing from the tip of his nose to the beautifully shaped jaw.

In the big winter, the striking and entangled atmosphere blooms with attractive and beautiful flowers.

An Changqing's face (color) flushed, fingers tightened on the quilt, and after a long time of courage, he asked in a low voice: "Also, do you want to continue?" He looked away, not embarrassed: "The ointment prepared before... No, it's useless, just put it in the second cupboard beside the bed..."

He spoke like a mosquito, and fell in Xiao Zhige's ears, but like a drum. Heaven and man have fought for a long time, but still worrying that An Changqing's (body shen) body worries prevailed, his cheeks were tightened, and the blue veins on his forehead popped out, and he said in a heavy breath, "...today, not prepared Okay, another day."

An Changqing's face was hot, and when he saw that he didn't mean to continue, he said "Oh", although he didn't know what he had to prepare for this kind of thing. But Xiao Zhige said to prepare if necessary.

After playing outside for a whole night, after coming back, I endured a long and tight kiss (kiss wen), and soon An Changqing fell asleep. It took Xiao Zhige a long time to calm down, but the person in his arms couldn't fall asleep. Finally, when the sky (color) was slightly bright, he got up and hit two sets of punches and practiced for half an hour before dawn.

When An Changqing got up and the two had breakfast together, Xiao Zhige found a reason to go out of the house to find out what was wrong.

After successively prescribing medicine for Yu's and Zhou's mother, Hu Shifei had nothing to do, so he went back to his own small hospital, only occasionally needed to go to the palace to check the pulse of the two female relatives, and had a very leisurely life.

He was lying on a rocking chair on the fire that day, and saw that the crumbling wooden door was pushed open again. Xiao Zhige walked in with his face (color), his sharp eyes swept around before he said: "I have something to look for you."

Hu Shifei became nervous for a moment, thinking that Yanzhou was in a hurry. He led him to the inner room and opened the medicine boy. After closing the door properly, he asked, "But there is something I want to go to Yanzhou? Who is injured?"

"..." Xiao Zhige glanced at him inexplicably and said, "It has nothing to do with Yanzhou."

"Oh..." Hu Shifei was a little relieved, straightened his back but still tightened, and said in confusion, "What's the matter?" If it wasn't a major event related to Yanzhou, the prince should not be so solemn.

Xiao Zhige stared at him for a long time, silent.

Hu Shifei was also confused, his eyes widened and waiting for him to say.

After a long time, I heard him say: "I have a friend..."

Ok? Hu Shifei thought, could it be that a friend is seriously injured and needs me to be treated?

"...He married a man who is two years younger than him, and he has not yet reached the crown."

Hu Shifei: "? Then what?"

Xiao Zhige said very slowly: "Now my friend is going to make up with his wife. It's just that he is very talented. That thing... was born so great that it might hurt her wife, so I asked you to ask."

"..." Hu Shifei stared at him with a wooden face.

Xiao Zhige was a little impatient: "Do you have a way?"

Hu Shifei twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking that his wife was a man, and he was just two years younger. Isn't your prince, your friend, yourself?

It's just that the prince and the princess have not yet rounded up the room? Hu Shifei felt deeply that he knew an incredible secret.

"Is there any way..." Hu Shifei said slowly, "It hasn't been without sleeves throughout the ages. Naturally, there are many ways to maintain it..."

"How to maintain? You write it down, I'll go back..." Xiao Zhi Gesheng turned a corner: "...Go back to my friend."

Hu Shifei thought that he hadn't noticed, and smiled and continued: "I will write them down later, but I don't know how talented the prince said...how talented?" Hu Shifei gestured with his eyes.

Xiao Zhige's face was dark, with blue veins in the corner of his forehead agitating, but in the end he still gestured to him.

Hu Shifei said "　", lifted the pen to write on the paper, and said, "Then you have to prepare well beforehand. You don't get hurt. But this matter, in fact, you have to do more. If you are used to it, it will be fine. "

Xiao Zhige curled his eyebrows: "Will there be any harm to those who suffer?"

"This must be in line with the maintenance method I said." Hu Shifei smiled, folded the paper filled with small print and handed it to him: "The prince takes it back and does it... No, I mean it's called you. Friends can do it."

Xiao Zhige glanced at him sternly, put the paper into his sleeve properly, and then turned and left.

***

After lunch, An Changqing went to Qingwuyuan. Yu and An Xianyu in Qingwu courtyard are asking the maids to pack their luggage. After the Lantern Festival, the New Year came out, and the Yu family mentioned it to An Changqing early. He felt that it was unreasonable for the mother and daughter to live in the palace. After the New Year, he planned to live in Zhuangzi. It will also prevent outsiders from taking this matter and spreading gossip. Seeing her insistence, An Changqing had to agree.

As soon as the Lantern Festival was over, the Yu clan immediately got up.

An Changqing was helpless: "Why are you so anxious?"

Yu glanced at him: "Zhuangzi is all cleaned up, and it's not far away. If you miss me and your sister, come to Zhuangzi to see us."

An Changqing knew that if she tried to persuade him again, his mother would have a hundred reasons to gag him, so she had to say: "I know, mother, sit down and don't move, just ask people to clean up."

Yu was also tired, so he stopped and took a rest.

Wang Fugui, who was waiting by the side, saw the three people sitting and resting, thinking about the news that he had just heard, and said in kindness: "This morning the old slave heard people say that there was a lot of trouble at Anxiang Guofu last night. In the middle of the night, Master An fought with Master Watch who was a guest."

An Changqing's eyebrows moved: "An Changyu and Li Haiyun are fighting?"

"Yes." Wang Fugui bent over and preached: "I heard that I went to see the lantern together, but when I came back, I was not very happy. Later, I didn't know what Master Biao said to Master An. They were in the study. After arguing for a long time, he started fighting when he didn't agree. Master Biao injured a hand, and Master An Da broke his head. He was alarmed by the old lady in the middle of the night, and the old lady was very angry at the time. Go to the palace with An Xiangguo's post and ask for an imperial doctor."

An Changqing didn't know that there was such a thing. She was surprised, so she saw the concierge coming in to inform him that a young man named Li Haiyun had asked to see the princess. He was waiting outside the gate and asked if he saw him.

"Why did Li Haiyun come to the palace?" An Changqing frowned slightly. I also thought of the dispute between Li Haiyun and An Changyu. Could it be that An Changyu still has something to do here?

"Take people to the hall." An Changqing groaned for a moment, and then decided to see him and make things clear.

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