The Tyrant’s Beloved Empress

Knowing that An Changqing was going back to settle down, Xiao Zhige felt uneasy after thinking about it, and finally went with him. +++ Catino Novel Network www.wuxiaspot.com

An Changduan didn't expect this evil spirit to follow, and he felt a little nervous and secretly happy for a while. Although I don't understand the meaning of Xiao Zhige's move, the Northern War King and the Northern War Princess returned to Anfu together, which is a good thing for today's Anjia.

The three of them arrived at the gate of Anfu with their own thoughts.

The old lady led Li and another (gan gan) person waiting at the door to greet him. An Zhike pretended to be ill but pretended to be decent. At this time, he could not get out of bed, so he did not appear.

An Changqing exchanged a few words with them politely, and then proposed to see An Zhike.

An Zhike stayed in bed to recuperate, and Li took them to the main hospital. Although An Zhike pretended to be ill, he was in a difficult situation these days. His heart was anxious, and his face (color) was really sick. Seeing An Changqing and Xiao Zhige coming, although their faces were weak, they still struggled to get up and salute.

If you were to be someone else, and seeing his sick appearance, you might have to feel unbearable and avoid courtesy. An Zhike can communicate smoothly with each other when he has stepped down.

But it happened that An Changqing and Xiao Zhige looked like a blind man, as if they hadn't seen his sickness, and waited for An Zhi to salute. Waiting for him to stand up while being served by the servant girl, An Changqing slowly said, "You don't need to be polite, you don't need to be tired if you are sick."

An Zhike's face (color) was blue and white, and she was helped by the maid to lie down on the (bed chuang), and said bitterly: "I know you hate me, and this is what you should. Then you mother and son left one after another, and I suddenly felt regretful. I am young. Shi (Xing Xing) love is too strong, and you have a rift with your mother, no one is willing to bow your head. I have resentment in my heart, and even angered you and Yuer...

As he said, he put his fist to his lips, coughed a few times, and his face was haggard and sincere: "...This was my fault. As a father, I didn't fulfill my responsibility. You should blame me. It’s just that now that I’m getting older, I’ve got a serious illness, and regretted the past. I cheekily called Chang Duan to find you, hoping that one day you can and can forgive me..."

The serving maid did not know when she had quietly retreated. At this time, there were only An Zhike, An Changqing and Xiao Zhige in the room. An Changqing used to know that he was shameless and profitable, but he didn't expect him to have such an acting skill that reverses black and white.

Had it not been for his mother to tell him about his early grievances, An Changqing would have said that he would not be really soft-hearted.

He stared at An Zhike who was on the sickbed, his lips moved, and he whispered softly: "The words of Prime Minister An are right..."

An Zhike's eyes moved slightly, thinking that he was moved by himself, but he didn't wait for him to be happy, so he listened to An Changqing continue to say: "You are kind to me, but there is no support. Knowing that our mother and son have been bullied and harmed and ignored, it is indeed unworthy. As a father. In what position does Prime Minister An ask me for forgiveness at this time?"

The words were straightforward and sharp, completely piercing the illusion created by An Zhike's weakness.

"Blood is thicker than water. No matter how you hate me, you can't change the blood of Anjia!"

The family love card shows weakness and uselessness, and An Zhike’s tone is hardened (strong qiang): “When a person lives in the world, no one can break away from the family’s bloodline. Da Ye emphasizes filial piety, and you have a heart for me. Complaints should also be for the sake of the prince's grand cause. You are alienated from the Anjia, and you can't get any benefits. On the contrary, you just call people to jokes, and it also tires the prince's reputation. May I ask which monarch in the past dynasties was not a person of filial piety? As a princess, you should set an example. Your grievance with me is a petty love, and a great matter for a prince is righteous. The truth of righteousness for giving up your petty love, do you need to say more for your father?"

Prime Minister An is worthy of being the favored subject of the former emperor. He has a sharp tongue and is pressing down one set of great principles, as if An Changqing is the one with a narrow heart (xiong) who is unreasonably making trouble.

An Changqing was about to speak, but his shoulder was pressed-it was Xiao Zhige.

"Prime Minister An really thinks for the King." Xiao Zhige gently stroked his palm, but there was no smile in his eyes: "It's a pity that the Prime Minister is afraid that he has chosen the wrong person."

"Is this king over the past twenty years, which day has not been criticized? Monarchs, fathers and sons, etiquette and filial piety, you value more than heaven. For this king, it is not worth mentioning. If this king wants to turn the sky, this etiquette Can Ren Xiaoyan be able to hold it down?" He turned around as he spoke, "The king's princess doesn't care about things that the king doesn't care about either."

His words were extremely arrogant, but An Zhike's heart sank. He could hear that Xiao Zhige's words were not a lie.

The other party is warning him not to persecute An Changqing with filial piety.

An Zhike's face (color) turned gray for a moment, looking at the two standing side by side, vaguely regretful in his heart. If it had been...but now it is useless to think too much. There is no regret medicine in this world. An Jia and An Changqing are already dead knots that cannot be solved.

He said (sexual xing) no longer talked about family affection, and only put out the bargaining chip: "The princess should not be for himself, but also for your mother and sister. Although you are now a princess, you are a man in the end, and the Yu family is not born. Well, it will inevitably be criticized in the future. Besides, Xianyu is not too young, but he has not even booked a marriage, which is more or less affected by this. If the princess is willing to put aside the past grievances, I can lift Yu to the same level. Wife, Anjia will also support the prince to succeed."

An Changqing was almost joked by him. He looked at An Zhike incredulously: "Prime Minister An, are you always so conceited?"

Wishfully thinking that as long as he admits his mistakes, he will forgive; wishfully thinking that he will still involve the Yu family with Anjia.

"Is Anjia some kind of fairy nest? My mother has to be tied to you and be disgusting for the rest of my life?" He was really angry. As expected, An Zhike doesn't have any bottom line. Wife, concubine and children are just A bargaining chip in his hand: "Without you, without making a home, Niang and Yu'er will only live faster."

An Changqing looked at him condescendingly, the last trace of patience has been exhausted, and his eyes condensed: "I am here today, not to have feelings for Anjia, nor to make peace with you. I just want to tell you that we, mother and son, I won’t have anything to do with Anjia. It’s nothing to do with Anjia. If you don’t know how to come together, I don’t mind letting the whole Ye Jingjing know that An Changqing is a disobedient and unfilial person."

After finishing talking, I didn’t bother to look at An Zhike again. He pulled up Xiao Zhige and left. When he reached the door, he turned around and added, “Also, don’t bother me with such minor illnesses in the future. On the day of the Prime Minister’s memorial, I can come to express my condolences."

Rao An Zhike was pretending to be sick. After listening to these words, I also felt that my heart was congested. He didn't catch a breath, and almost passed away, clutching his (chest) and yelling: "Evil child! Evil child!" "

The two of them ignored him and pushed the door to leave.

Surprisingly, Li was at the door. Perhaps they did not expect that they would come out suddenly, their expressions would not be restrained in the future, and the expressions on their faces were very distorted.

An Changqing glanced at her pityingly. In just two years, Li had gone from the high-level and calm mistress of the Xiang Palace to an old woman with white face (color) and haggard sallow. Today, she has become the abandoned son An Zhike used to negotiate with him.

However, looking at her at the moment, An Changqing no longer feels resentful. Li once tried to poison his biological mother to death, and he couldn't wait to get rid of it soon, but he had no ability and insufficient evidence, so he could only suppress it and set up a few bureaus to make her live uneasy.

However, time has passed, and looking at her appearance, An Changqing felt that this might be more painful to her than directly (killing sha). Hearing that the second house of An’s family was completely separated from them, the wife Sun refused to pay for the father-in-law anymore. Li’s palm gave it to him, but there was no silver in his hand. He could only use the dowry to supplement the expenses. However, even so, he was adopted by the second daughter-in-law. The wide old lady was also dissatisfied, and often asked her to set rules for the sick, scolding and teaching at every turn. The Sun family was already a little crazy without her son. She believed that Dafang had deliberately killed her son. She stared at the Li family madly, and caused a lot of troubles on the Li family in the past two years.

Li's Pepsi is physically and mentally exhausted, and his hands are not generous, the depression in his heart is difficult to eliminate, and he suffers from heart disease. With chores and heart problems, she has become old in just two years, and her thin face is even more mean. If she is not dressed decently, she is no different from those rough women.

An Changqing didn't intend to deal with her anymore, but the pity (showing) in her eyes made Li embarrassed even more-she heard what An Zhike had just said outside.

She squirmed her lips, trying to say something to save her face and make herself look less pitiful. However, An Changqing showed mercy for only a moment, and then he turned away indifferently and passed her sideways.

The two left side by side, and when they passed the second door, they unexpectedly saw An Xiange.

An Xiange is no more than sixteen now, wearing a light pink (color) skirt, and the belt is full and full of under the (chest xiong), making it even more exquisite and charming. When she saw the two coming over, she didn't avoid it. Instead, she greeted them gracefully and saluted them in various gestures. The third brother called out, but his eyes were like hooks, tentatively reaching out to Xiao Zhige.

An Changqing has never eaten a pig (meat rou) and watched a pig run. He didn't expect to see An Xiange more courageous after two years, and even dared to come (gou) in front of him to lure Xiao Zhige. Then I thought of Aunt Liu being a pie, and it's not surprising that An Xiange would be cultivated like this.

He was too lazy to entangle An Xiange, and he was about to leave. An Xiange stepped forward and blocked the way, and said softly, "Brother 3 is going to leave so soon? I made a new dim sum, and I want to give you and...and the prince a taste."

The prince yelled for hundreds of thousands of times, and he abruptly heard An Changqing's goose bumps.

He squinted at Xiao Zhige, but saw that Xiao Zhige also curled his eyebrows, as if he was facing a major enemy. Just like An Xiange, it's not worth calling him a rival in love. On the contrary, he looked at Xiao Zhige's reaction and found it interesting, and deliberately said, "Does the prince want to eat?"

Who knows that Xiao Zhige's reaction is very big, avoiding like a snake and saying: "I won't eat."

Then he wrinkled his eyebrows to see An Xiange. When An Xiange was seen by him, his face (color) was red, and his heart was pounding. When he was shy and timid, he heard Xiao Zhige say: "I heard that you almost entered the East Palace and became a good wife? You are like a waste prince. ,Pity."

An Xiange's face was pale, and her clenched hands trembled slightly. Nowadays, who doesn't know who the waste prince is, he actually said that to her... An Xiange had tears in her eyes, and said aggrieved: "Why did the prince say that to me? But what did I do wrong?"

Because of his mother's concubine, Xiao Zhige has always had no good impressions of these pretentious women, let alone pity and cherishment. To him, apart from An Changqing and a pair of children who are special, the other men and women are no different. Therefore, when he speaks, he also appears completely cold and cruel.

"If you want to be a prince and concubine, this king can call the shots and send you to the imperial tomb to serve the dead prince."

An Xiange trembled, and Lihua's rainy face turned into panic. She took a step back in fear, she didn't dare to talk any more, just knelt down firmly, trembling slightly on the ground.

Xiao Zhige despised her, separated her from An Changqing, carefully guarding An Changqing and walked on the other side, his voice said unpleasantly: "Let's go, I won't come in the future, and my eyes are dirty. "

An Changqing bends her eyes slightly and says "OK" obediently.

The two walked out together, An Xiange knelt on the ground and looked over unwillingly, but only saw the fierce Northern War King, carefully and tenderly guarding An Changqing away, as if there was a tiger's lair here.

The author has something to say:

Counseling (fortunately): I got this proposition correct.