The Tyrant’s Beloved Empress

The New Year’s Eve palace banquet was hosted by the Secretary of Guanglu Temple and was set up in the Wendian (Qiangan). +++Mobile reading visit m.wuxiaspot.com (gan gan) Wendian is not far from the plum garden. Now the entire plum garden is covered by curtains. The snow in the garden has been cleaned up (dry gan), and plum blossom branches are hanging. With red lanterns and red silk, cushioned tables and chairs were placed under the trees, and preserved fruit and pastries were placed on the tables for the officials to sit and relax. Due to the cold winter weather, a beauconian six-legged bronze heater is placed every two steps on the road. The furnace is burnt with the finest imperial gold charcoal, which is not only smoke-free, but also exudes a light pine wood aroma. People walking in it can't even notice a trace of coldness.

At this time, the banquet had not yet begun, and the families of the royal relatives, officials and officials who had arrived early were all enjoying the scenery and gossiping in this plum garden.

The most interesting topic at the end of this year is the newly married princess of the Northern Warlord.

Before this marriage, no one was optimistic about this marriage. After all, the (sexual xing) son of the King of the Northern Warfare is notoriously violent, but he is also a general. When several Zhuguo generals are old and unable to withdraw, and there is no one at the border, he is the only one who can drive Beidi people away. Go to the depths of the North Desert. In this way, even if Emperor An Qing has never liked this son, he can only turn his eyes on his behavior.

Up and down, there are too many people in the courtroom. Not even the emperor can do anything to this son. The people in the middle of the DPRK can only stay a little farther away, lest any Yogyakarta will have this (killing sha) **** and have no reason to go.

But now, they heard that after the marriage, the Northern Warlord not only did not sneer the princess, but was very affectionate and friendly with the princess, and handed over the power of the palace to the princess. This is intriguing.

Thoughtful ministers are all trying to figure out his intentions. At any rate, he is a prince with a heavy hand. If he has no ambitions for the dragon chair, these courtiers who have to turn three corners in their thinking will not believe it. Just for a while, I couldn't figure out what medicine was sold in the gourd of the Northern Warlord. Now, taking advantage of the palace banquet, the courtiers who had stood up early started talking in groups in small groups.

At this time, the protagonist at the center of the topic just got off the soft sedan. An Changqing held the hand warmer and sneezed as soon as she got off the sedan chair. Although it didn't snow today, it was colder than the previous few days. The cold breath burrowed into the human bones.

An Changqing fell into the water when she was young and couldn't bear the cold. At this time, even though he was wearing a fox fur and holding the hand warmer, his hands and feet were still cold, and there was no warmth on his body.

Xiao Zhige covered the back of his cold hand with a big palm (touching Mo) (touching Mo), and frowned: "Wait in and drink some hot wine to warm up."

An Changqing was not so squeamish either, and smiled at him with her face up: "It's not a problem, let's go first."

There are two sides of the palace banquet for male guests and female relatives. There are special court ladies to lead the way. Earlier, the lady of the court saw that they were talking close to each other, and did not dare to come up. At this time, after listening to An Changqing's words, she lowered her head and stepped forward: "The princess's seat is here, please come with me."

An Changqing froze for a moment, and looked back at Xiao Zhige subconsciously: "Am I not with the prince?"

The maid bends over and feels a little at a loss: "This...the ladies' positions are all over there..."

An Changqing's identity is the princess of the Northern War. Although he is said to be a man, according to his identity, it is indeed arranged for the female family.

An Changqing was hesitating and listened to a female voice from far and near: "Let Changqing go with me."

The visitor is about 30 years old, dressed in gorgeous clothes, and has a beautiful face. Seeing the pattern on her gown, An Changqing guessed that he was the only daughter of the Queen Mother, the eldest princess Xiao Youxi, the sister of Emperor An Qing.

The eldest princess was also followed by a burly and handsome man, presumably Cai Cong.

An Changqing took the lead: "I have seen the eldest princess, I have seen the cohort."

Xiao Zhige also said: "Aunt, uncle."

A smile appeared on the beautiful face of the eldest princess: "Your eyes are sharp. You don't need to be so rusty, just call it as you please." After speaking, she turned to Xiao Zhige: "You go with your uncle. Right. I'll take Changqing over and won't let him be bullied."

She wanted to take care of others for Xiao Zhige, but Xiao Zhige didn't appreciate it. She still looked coldly: "Don't bother Auntie, Changqing will just let me go."

"But I'm afraid it's not compliant..." The princess was taken aback for a moment.

"Since you are a man, what's wrong with following me? We are one step ahead." Xiao Zhige nodded towards the two of them, and led An Changqing to the other side.

The face-slapped eldest princess didn't see any anger (color), her eyes fell on the hands of the two of them, and she shook her head and smiled for a long time, muttering to herself: "He is good at protecting people. That's all. It wasn't my turn to (fuck cao)."

Cai Cong on his side frowned and said, "The spleen (sexual xing) of the King of Northern Warfare is too hard and unkind."

The smile on the princess's face faded, and she looked back at him indifferently: "How did he become like this, don't you know?"

Cai Cong choked, but stopped talking. The princess looked at him contemptuously, and led the person to turn and walk to the other side.

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An Changqing was led by Xiao Zhige to the other side, but the maid leading the way was left behind by the two and hurriedly chased behind.

Feeling the strength on the wrist, An Changqing looked up at the man's face, but saw that his lips were tightly pressed and his eyes were dark and unclear.

"Wait a minute!" An Changqing called him twice, but the man did not hear him pulling him forward.

Seeing this, An Changqing had to sullen her mouth and deliberately said, "My wrist hurts."

Xiao Zhige had only a pause. Annoyed, he let go of his hand, coldly glared at the court lady who was catching up, and then carefully held the reddish wrist and gently rubbed it: "Sorry..."

"What's wrong with you?" An Changqing was sensitively aware that his emotions were not right, and tentatively asked: "Is it related to the princess?"

The eldest princess has seen him twice in his previous life, but there is no intersection. I only know that the other party is quite young and famous, and many children of Yejing family are looking forward to being a princess. But she didn't want anyone to take a fancy to her, and she chose a fourth-rank military commander to commit herself to marry. This general is Cai Cong. Cai family ancestors have also been prominent, but they have fallen into the generation of Cai Cong's father. Originally, after the princess was granted, he could not re-enter the official position. However, after the eldest princess got married, he personally asked for the emperor's grace, Cai Cong did not remove the official position and still led the army. Later, he made a lot of great achievements and was also made a first-class general by Emperor Anqing.

I heard that Cai Cong loved the princess very much and vowed to only love the princess for life. After marriage, he did not accept concubines and did not linger in brothel prostitutes. He was very affectionate and made a good story.

But judging from the only two meetings in the previous life, An Changqing felt that the eldest princess had a very indifferent attitude towards the consort. The two are not as loving as the rumors. And after being married for nearly ten years, there was no one and a half daughters. Later, Cai Cong died in battle, and the eldest princess lived in the princess's mansion, and he never took a step forward.

An Changqing only felt embarrassed at that time.

Looking at it now, I always feel a little strange in the middle. In particular, it also involved Xiao Zhige... He remembered that Xiao Zhige from the previous life didn't seem to be very close to this aunt. On the contrary, the eldest princess often enters the palace, but perhaps the two aunts are not friendly, and often leave the palace again without a few words.

Xiao Zhige's expression became more and more weird. He curled his eyebrows as if he didn't know how to explain, and finally could only say: "Since I was young, my aunt has treated me the best..."

An Changqing became more and more confused.

But Xiao Zhige said again: "But she treats me well, always mixed with pity and guilt, making people very uncomfortable."

After his mother's concubine died, Xiao Zhige lived alone in Qiwu Palace, and only the eldest princess often visited him. At that time, the eldest princess just cried silently while holding him, and occasionally a sentence or two such as "I will take care of you for your mother and concubine" suddenly appeared. Although Xiao Zhige was not very old at that time, he was also sensible. He always felt that his aunt's attitude was weird. He had asked her aunt why she was good to him alone, but the eldest princess all passed it perfunctorily. So even if she treats him blindly, he can't get close to her.

Even every time I see her, I always feel flustered.

"After that, it will be fine if you have less contact." An Changqing said.

"It's nothing, this is my own business, it has nothing to do with her. You don't have to be influenced by me." Xiao Zhige wrinkled his eyebrows a little irritably.

An Changqing shook her head, raised her hand to arrange the cloak for him, and said in a low voice: "It is said that husband and wife are one, we are now one, we should advance and retreat together. Since you don't like the princess, I will not get too close to her. "

Xiao Zhige looked down at him, An Changqing smiled slightly, and took the initiative to hold his hand: "The prince should lead the way, otherwise the palace banquet should be late."

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When the two arrived at the main hall, there were sounds of silk and bamboo in the surroundings. When everyone saw Xiao Zhige coming in, they all got up to bow, and when they saw An Changqing next to him, they all stunned again.

Xiao Zhige nodded coldly, and followed the court lady who led the way to his place.

The palace banquet is for one person, one for a few, and the order of seats goes backwards in order of rank. On the right of Xiao Zhige is the prince Xiao Qi'an, and on the left is the third prince Xiao Qile. As a result, An Changqing had no place.

Xiao Zhige condensed his eyebrows for a moment, and then ordered the servant girl: "Add another place next to me."

The people here are all one person, one person, and I have never seen a couple of people squeeze a table. The palace lady stayed for a while, and when she touched his cold face, she hurriedly added a seat.

The two sat down side by side.

The prince poured the wine slowly and chuckles, "The second brother and the princess are really affectionate. Are you reluctant to let them go?"

Xiao Zhige glanced at him, but did not answer. He picked up the jug on the table and put it on the wine warming stove in front of him. At the same time, he said to An Changqing: "This wine is warm and nourishing, you can drink some later."

An Changqing nodded obediently.

Prince: "..."

His face (color) changed a few times, and the prince who was ignored could only give a light cough, and took a sip of wine to hide his embarrassment. The third prince on the other side laughed twice when he saw him deflated, (shen) leaned forward and talked to An Changqing: "Brother Erhuang is really good to Sister-in-law. Brother Erhuang always talks. I’m too lazy to tell a few of our brothers. Isn’t this called a heavy (color) light brother?"

The third prince is the only son of Concubine Shu Gui. He is only fifteen years old and has not yet left the palace to build a mansion. Although the words and expressions are all innocent right now, An Changqing does not think that he is really an innocent child. He had heard of it in his previous life that when the three princes were fighting for the first-in-law, they were even more fierce than the two brothers.

How can such a person be an innocent child?

An Changqing lowered his eyes and replied cleverly: "The three princes are joking, and the prince usually talks less. Moreover, this brotherly feeling is not expressed in words. The kinship of the bone (flesh) is passed on by its own blood. How can it compare with others? Have the blood and affection of the heavenly family?"

The third prince narrowed his mouth, jokingly said: "My second emperor brother is a dull gourd, I didn't expect the princess to be a good talker."

"The third prince is absurdly praised." An Changqing pretended not to hear the irony in his words, smiled and accepted his praise.

On the contrary, Xiao Zhige glanced at the third prince who was almost moving to their table with a blank face, and said in a deep voice, "The banquet is about to open. What is the third brother still squeezing here?"

"..." The third prince's smile was stagnant, and when he met his gaze, he could only snorted and sat back honestly.

Xiao Zhige retracted his gaze, picked up the warm wine, and poured a glass for An Changqing: "How do you like it?"

An Changqing took a sip from the wine glass, the slightly sweet and spicy wine rolled into his throat. He narrowed his eyes comfortably, drank the rest of the wine in one sip, and stretched out the glass to beg for the wine: "Also want."

Xiao Zhige poured another glass for him, with a gentle expression.

The other people on the table watched, and there was another change of expression. The prince also saw this scene, glanced over An Changqing, snorted coldly, and turned back to drink silently.

The author has something to say: Counseling: You look good when you drink.

Prince: I think too.

Counseling (black face): ...get off.