The Tyrant’s Beloved Empress

In November, the re-expansion and renovation of the Yanwang Mansion was finally successfully completed, and the Yu family and An Xianyu finally arrived in Yejing. +++Mobile reading visit m.wuxiaspot.com

After everything in Beijing calmed down, An Changqing went to Xin Yanzhou to take her mother and sister back, but An Xianyu had been restless about women's studies, and she lingered until the winter before leaving for Beijing.

On the day the two arrived in Beijing, An Changqing rode out early to wait outside the city. When it was almost noon, I saw a group of cars with the Yanzhou flag coming slowly from a distance, and An Changqing greeted him with a horse in his belly. The Yu family hadn't seen his son for a long time, and vaguely heard the movement, raising the carriage curtain and looking out, just in time to see the young man with a fresh clothes and angry horse riding his horse. Her eyes were hot, and she looked up and down to the nearby An Changqing, and then sighed for a long time: "Now, when I grow up, my mother almost didn't dare to recognize it."

An Changqing rode a horse and followed the carriage. Seeing that Yu's eyes were reddened, she deliberately made her happy and said, "Lao Fengjun doesn't see the old at all."

——Now An Changqing has sealed the king and given the mansion a separate residence, completely separated from the Anjia (off tuo). The Yu family was An Changqing's biological mother and was given a fate. Now it can be called an old Fengjun.

Yu's tears broke into laughter by him, An Xianyu also jokingly said: "A few days ago, my mother always said that she was old. Today, my brother praised him, but there is no reason to say it again."

Yu gave her a look, and then asked An Changqing how he was in Yejing these days. Since An Changqing returned to Yejing at the beginning of the year, the mother and son had been separated for more than half a year, and there were almost endless words along the way.

The mother and son talked all the way, and only stopped when they reached the gate of the palace.

Butlers Wang Fugui and An Fu were already waiting at the gate with a group of people. Seeing the car arrived, they greeted them together. Another person went to set up the carriages and cages.

The King Goose Mansion has doubled again, and the area has become bigger and bigger. The pavilions, pavilions, rockery, flowers, and gardens are all more refined than before, and even the pillars have been repainted with vermilion paint. In addition, many materials and furnishings in Fuzhong come from the palace, which is rich and luxurious.

The Baoshiyuan where An Changqing lives is the closest to the front yard, and the Shouanyuan and Qingyiyuan behind are the residences for Yu and An Xianyu, respectively. In addition to the maids they brought back from Yanzhou, An Changqing picked a dozen other maids from Yaxing and placed them in the yard to wait on them.

Last time the Yu family lived in, it was the Northern War Palace. At that time, for fear of dragging her son, she didn't even dare to live for a long time, so after the New Year, she hurriedly moved to Zhuangzi outside the city. Now when he comes back, the Northern Warlord Palace has been transformed into the Yanwang Palace, and she is no longer a concubine in Anjia, but a decent old Fengjun in this palace.

The Yu sighed a long sigh, and took An Changqing's hand and said: "When you were forced to marry your majesty, my mother thought that you would never see you again, and she was afraid that you will not have a bad life... who can? To think that there will be today, is really good luck..."

An Changqing patted the back of her hand, and said with a smile: "All the hardships are coming, but my mother's blessing is still to come."

...

After placing the luggage in the cage, it is time to pick up the dust.

Xiao Zhige was caught by political affairs and couldn't get out, so there were only three people, An Changqing, mother and son, plus Zhou Helan, mother and son.

Zhou Helan's mother had just picked it up from Zhuangzi outside the city not long ago. She has recovered from the disease and has also learned fluent Da Ye Mandarin. Speaking of them, they were all from their own family, and they sat around the table and ate the warm pot without seeing the extra seats.

The Yu family and Zhou Mu have not seen each other for a long time, so they have a lot to say. As the two mothers talked, it is inevitable to mention the marriage of their children. Whether it is An Xianyu or Zhou Helan, they have not yet decided on a marriage.

Yu said in sorrow: "Xian Yu always refuses to discuss marriage, so she can't really stay at home and be an old girl."

Zhou's mother didn't know her son's thoughts, so she comforted her: "Why the madam should be worried? Now that the lady is back in Beijing, she is backed by the prince. There is no need to worry about a good marriage.

Zhou Helan glanced at his mother silently, but Zhou did not notice his gaze, and then said: "As long as I came back these days, many people sent matchmakers to ask about it, but the prince said that you haven't come back yet. Refused."

"Well, at this time, the people who come to propose marriage are all for profit, and they may not be able to treat Xian Yu sincerely." An Changqing remembered that Qi Wei had written to himself and complained to Zhou Helan, and his eyes turned towards Zhou Helan. Floating over there, he slowly said: "It doesn't matter how the family is, but what is important is that the family is precious, and Xian Yu also likes it."

An Xianyu hadn't been out of the cabinet at all, and she was unavoidably shy when she talked about the marriage, her cheeks flushed, and her head dropped without speaking.

Zhou Helan, who was sitting opposite her, blinked slightly, and suddenly said to An Changqing: "Your Majesty opened Enke this year, I want to try it out."

"This is a good thing." An Changqing nodded: "Now the court is short of talents. With your knowledge and talents (gan gan), if you participate, you want to get a place. Even if you don't say it, I was planning to write to inform you. with you."

Zhou Helan was in a rare embarrassment: "If you take the imperial examination, I am afraid you can no longer be sent by the prince."

It was An Changqing who extended a helping hand and pulled him and his mother out of the quagmire. He once said that in this life he would like to be an ox and a horse for An Changqing, and a slave as a maid to pay for his favor. It's just that now that he has someone in his heart, he has a selfishness. Even though they knew that the identities of the two were very different, they still wanted to do their best for her.

He is not a greedy person of power, but he is unwilling to let his beloved woman be criticized or pityed because of her marriage. If he wants to propose a marriage, he should be hired by the title of the gold list.

An Changqing patted him on the shoulder and said seriously: "I said before that I didn't save you to reward you. You are a free body, and you don't need to care about me. Besides, if you are an official career, you will be loyal to your country in the future. It can be regarded as helping me."

When he spoke, his eyes were as clear as before, and he was obviously speaking the truth. Zhou Helan smiled relieved and raised his glass to respect him: "Okay, I will do my best."

It's hard to avoid having a few drinks when we meet again after a long absence. Even Yu and Zhou's mother drank some wine. When they were leaving the banquet, the Yu family and Zhou Mu were too strong to drink, and they had already returned to the yard first. An Changqing's drink volume was really not good, and she was already a little drunk. After greeted him, An Fu helped him back to the yard to drink sober soup.

Only An Xianyu and Zhou Helan remained in the flower hall for a while.

Zhou Helan drank, but was not drunk, only a pair of dark eyes became deeper and deeper, even if no other people were present, he still abide by etiquette and keep a proper distance. It's just that drinking is still impulsive. He stood up and pointed to An Xianyu, and said in a deep voice, "Tomorrow I will go to find the house. After the house is set up, I will move out of the palace and concentrate on preparing for the exam."

There was no beginning and no end to his words, but An Xianyu understood. She bowed her knees and replied in a soft voice, "Brother Fang Cai said something during the dinner, which is what I want to say."

Zhou Helan's eyes were soft, and she shook her head: "The young lady is noble, but I can't bear to see my beloved woman suffer with me."

After saying that, it was another tick, and then he stopped staying and retire first.

***

An Changqing went back to the house to drink the hangover soup, and took a short nap. When she woke up, she saw that a candle had been lit in the house, and a man was sitting at a table not far away. The man probably just came out of the palace, and he didn't even have time to change his dragon robe. While he was sleeping, he was reading papers at the table.

"What time is it?" An Changqing sat up with her arms supported, because she had just woke up, her voice still had a dull nasal sound.

"It's time." Xiao Zhige put down the documents in his hand, raised his hand and poured a cup of warm tea and handed it to him.

An Changqing drank half a cup of tea with his hand gurgling, and then she became clear: "Didn't you tell you that if there are too many things, don't come?"

Today, Xiao Zhige wanted to come with Yu and An Xianyu. It’s a pity that he was caught up in the affairs of the Central Government. In addition, he is now an emperor, and it is too big to go out of the palace. An Changqing did not call him, but said that he would invite the Yu family to the palace another day. Poly.

I don't think that this person still left the palace arbitrarily at night, and even brought unprocessed official documents.

"If I don't come, how do I know if you are drinking with my back?" Xiao Zhige sat on the edge of the bed, squeezed his chin and kissed him, frowning after sweeping in his mouth: "The smell of wine is so strong. It seems that I drank a lot and deserve to be punished."

After speaking, before An Changqing could argue, he kissed him for a while.

An Changqing originally wanted to push him, but it’s a pity that Xiao Zhige (touching Mo) knows what he likes, and in three or two kisses he feels dizzy and throws his helmet and armor, and the hand that was originally pressed on his shoulder is also soft. The ground is out of strength.

As soon as the (kiss wen) is over, Xiao Zhige is reluctant (qiang) to be satisfied, and Xuxu clasps his waist, and the tone is ambiguous: "Today I stay at the Goose Palace, how about the Goose King's intentions?"

An Changqing glanced at him lightly, and pushed the person away: "No, I am afraid that tomorrow, the geese king and fox will have a better reputation for bewitching the Lord."

"Those people are not wrong at all," Xiao Zhige took his boots off and leaned on the couch: "Isn't that written in the little storybook? Well, it was the reincarnation of the fox king... "

An Changqing had deliberately sullen her face, but when he said it, she couldn't help but sneered. He half-kneeled up and reached out to his sleeve and waist (touching Mo), "Are you hiding the trivial script again?" I'm not asking you to watch less..."

Okay, I didn't learn a little bit, just learned some messy words. These little stories are really misleading!

"No, if you don't believe me, look for it." Xiao Zhige opened his arms as he said, doing a calm look like Ren Jun was searching. An Changqing didn't believe in evil, so she searched up and down for a while and really didn't find it. He snorted, "Maybe it's hidden somewhere else, and I will look for it when I return to the palace."

Xiao Zhige coughed, took the person into his arms and told him to lean closer to himself, and then changed the subject: "The winter solstice is about to come. This is the first festival since I became the throne. To celebrate. Now, what do you think you should spend?"

The winter solstice is also known as the Winter Festival. Regardless of whether it is rich or poor, it is easier to wear new clothes, prepare food, and enjoy the ancestors during the winter festival. The emperor had to go outside the city to make sacrifices to the sky, and hundreds of officials would stop dying to repair their mu, and they would exchange congratulatory forms.

In the early years when the national strength (strong qiang) was in its prime, the Winter Festival was particularly grand, and there were celebrations everywhere. Later, the national power gradually declined, and only prosperous capitals such as Yejing were able to lively.

Xiao Zhige first ascended the throne, in order to stabilize the hearts of the people, but also to celebrate with the people, this winter festival must be a big event. But how to do it has become a problem again. Although the war was set at the beginning, the people who suffered from the war are still recuperating. This Winter Festival celebration must be grand without being overly extravagant. It is best for the people to have fun, and only then can the goal be achieved.

The author has something to say:

Counseling: just look for it, if you can find the little story I've hidden, it counts as I lose (satisfied