Chapter 1

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date="2021-09-03"

title="Chapter 1"

weight="134492"

series = ["The Tyrant’s Beloved Empress"]

mode = "manual"

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In the early winter of the third year of Yuanxi, the first snow fell in Beijing. The goose feather-like snow fell in a torrent of snow, covering the scattered blood stains on the ground. A carriage sped down the street and ran away with a few twists and turns of snowflakes.

The roar of the man awakened the sleeping house in the silent street.

"faster! Come on! "

Xiao Zhige red eyes, hugged the weak in his arms, slowed down his voice to appease the way: "Don't be afraid, I will take you back to the palace, it will be all right.". " The man's cold and hard voice was very soft, as if for fear of disturbing the person in his arms.

The man he held in his arms was a handsome man, weaving gold robes, white jade crowns, long eyebrows and eyes, mountain roots tall and warped, diamond lips moist and light pink. There was a tear mole under the corner of his left eye, which added some beauty to him. Had it not been for his pale face and a few wisps of blood faintly overflowing from the corners of his mouth, I am afraid this scene of beauty in her bosom would have been another love affair.

"your Majesty."

Her long eyelashes trembled, and an Changqing struggled to open her eyes, and Xiao Zhige's anxious face came into her eyes.

He was a little shocked. The two have been close to each other for ten years, but they are not close to each other. At that time, Xiao Zhige did not ask his will, asked the Empress Dowager Yi to marry him, he was full of fear and reluctance, Xiao Zhige is always two points of alienation and three points of fear.

Xiao Zhige may have seen his reluctance and did not force him, so the two spent their lives in the palace after all these years. Later, when Gordon became emperor, the two just changed places and continued to live separately.

This is the first time for such an intimate hug. Although the affection is not deep, but Xiao Zhige's anxiety does not seem to be false. An Changqing even has a mind, and the rumors outside are not all true.

"Changqing." Xiao Zhige looked into his eyes, his voice trembled a little, and asked in a low voice, "does it hurt?"

An Changqing regained consciousness and tried to shake her head, but there was a sudden burst of pain in his internal organs, as if he had been stabbed into a sharp knife, and then twisted the handle of the knife on the soft organs, pounding all the internal organs into a pool of mud.

"it hurts." An Changqing bounced like a dehydrated fish, clenched her teeth, but more and more blood overflowed from the corners of her mouth.

Xiao Zhige hugged him harder and harder, as if he wanted to help him relieve it, but he had no way to start. He could only touch his hair in vain, comforting him again and again: "it's coming, it's coming."

The rapid sound of horses' hoofs stepped on the palace gate and drove straight into the Qiwu Palace.

More than a dozen doctors had already knelt outside the hall to welcome them. Xiao Zhige beat people and hugged them in and put them carefully on the bed. The doctors did not dare to come out, bowed slightly and came forward to check it out in an orderly manner.

An Changqing closed her eyes tightly, her forehead was stained with cold sweat, and the blood spilled from the corners of her mouth could not even wipe the handkerchief, and her skirt was gradually stained red.

The doctors shake their hands and feel the pulse, look at me, I look at you, and finally kneel on the ground together. The court judge with gray hair and beard knelt on the ground trembling and said in a trembling voice, "I am incompetent, your Majesty forgive me!"

In a word, the verdict was pronounced.

"what's the use of raising you losers?" Xiao Zhige gave a hard kick in the elderly hospital to judge the chest. He had always had a violent temper, and his army had trained his strength for many years, so he kicked people into the bronze gilded stove in the corner. The court ordered to spit out a mouthful of blood, but it was too late to wipe it. He quickly got up and knelt on the ground, trembling and shouting, "your Majesty, spare your life!"

"your Majesty, spare your life!" The rest of the doctors immediately followed the head to grab the land, all two battles.

Xiao Zhige gasped heavily and felt that a string in his brain was on the verge of breaking. Barely calming down his anger, Yin Ji swept over the doctors who begged for mercy and said in a quiet voice, "give it to Guzhi!" There is no cure, you are all buried with the queen! "

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An Changqing was woken up by a howl. He opened his eyes vaguely, feeling much lighter, and the pain that tortured him disappeared, as if he could fly the next moment.

He thought so, and he did. When he drifted out of the gate, he saw that under the steps, the eunuchs of Qiwu Palace knelt all over the ground, each wailing at the top of his voice, his expression sorrowful and frightened.

Xiao Zhige, dressed in a bright yellow Gagon dragon suit and a rising dragon crown, stood alone on the steps, with a lingering hostility between his eyebrows and eyes. Strangely enough, an Changqing used to be afraid of him and wanted to avoid him on weekdays. But now watching, but not afraid, only feel that the man's violent and gloomy expression, there are still many emotions that he can not see clearly.

An Changqing looked at it bewildered for a while, and when she saw that the an family had been escorted to the front of the temple, she vaguely understood Xiao Zhige's intention.

Yesterday was his father, Prime Minister an Zhike's 65 birthday. Xiao Zhige took him to the prime minister's mansion for a big banquet. But unexpectedly, Anzhi partnered with the former abandoned Prince Xiao Qi Eucalyptus to hold a Hongmen banquet, waiting for Xiao Zhige to enter the urn with him.

Xiao Zhige detected in advance and dodged a bullet, but he drank poisoned wine, and it was poisoned before the rebellion subsided. Looking down at the translucent palm of her hand, an Changqing reluctantly tugged at the corners of her mouth, showing no more pity for an's family.

On this day, there was a river of blood in front of Qiwu Palace, and nearly 50 people settled down. the death of a thousand cuts died by more than a dozen experienced executioners. Dripping blood spread under their feet and gathered into a sea of blood, and even the air was filled with the fishy smell of human blood. The palace people who knelt and watched the sentence were so frightened that they dared not move even the blood soaked their knees.

Xiao Zhi Gosu, Emperor Wu, has a name for brutality, which has spread since he fought with Beidi when he was a teenager and killed 60,000 Beidi troops. Later, he ascended the throne for three years, and the war was militaristic and militaristic, and the remains of the poor people were covered with corpses. Coupled with today's appearance, if it is a bad reputation, please climb to another high-rise building.

However, Xiao Zhige no longer cares.

Ordered the guard to throw the bodies of the an family to the mass graves, and Xiao Zhige entered the Qiwu Palace alone.

The Qiwu Palace has been cleaned up, and there is a bronze gilding stove in the corner, which warms the temple; in the middle of the inner hall, there is a big red sandalwood carved bed with dark golden curtains hanging down, and the figure lying on the bed can be seen vaguely.

Xiao Zhige subconsciously softened his expression, walked over with light movements, and raised the curtain.

The blood stains on an Changqing's face were scrubbed clean, and her long black hair was re-tied with a sapphire crown, looking serene as if she were sleeping. Xiao Zhige looked at him quietly for a while, stretched out his hand as if to touch him, but halfway through, he shrank back, and the man's mouth overflowed with a wry smile: "that's all. You never like me, so I won't make you unhappy at this time."

Floating beside an Changqing opened his mouth and wanted to say no, it was not that he didn't like him, he just never really knew him. Every time I see him with extremely hostile eyebrows and think of those terrible rumors, I will instinctively fear, and naturally I will no longer dare to take the initiative to get close.

It's just that whatever he wants to say at this time, it's already too late.

Xiao Zhige stayed alone for a while, then called the palace in and sent an Changqing's body to the coffin. The palace people lowered their hands and eyes, came in quietly, and filed out carrying an Changqing's body.

In the end, Xiao Zhige was left alone.

An Changqing looked at his back and felt that the emperor with a straight back seemed to have been infected with a heavy twilight by the setting sun.

"would you like something to eat, young master?"

Suddenly a familiar voice sounded in his ear. An Changqing opened her eyes in a trance and saw Anfu's festive face like a dumpling with white flour. Seeing him blankly silent, Anfu shouted again, "Young master?"

An Changqing moved his body vaguely, only feeling weak and weak for a while. It seems to become a ball of cotton, soft and light, the movements can not be put into practice, as if it is not their own body.

Yes, it really shouldn't be his body. After all, he has long been dead and drifted into a wisp of soul for many years.

Anfu panicked when he saw him like this and hurried to go out and call someone. "is there something wrong with the medicine?" Young master, wait! I'm going to call a doctor! "

With that, he ran out in a hurry, but unexpectedly bumped into a group of people walking in.

"what are you still running about when you're going out?"

The voice is a clear and handsome middle-aged man, a pair of Danfeng eyes and an Changqing are the same, that is, an Changqing's father, Prime Minister Daji, Jing'an Hou an Zhike. He followed his wife Li and his servant girl on his side, and there were several servants with a big waist behind him.

Anfu hurriedly knelt down and replied, "Childe, he's not feeling well. Maybe he took too much medicine yesterday.". "

An Changqing was unwilling to do this marriage from the very beginning. Although the folk style of Dawei is open and the south wind is popular, it has never had a precedent for marrying a male wife. What's more, Xiao Zhige, the king of the Northern War, was notorious in Beijing. It was rumored that he was moody and bloodthirsty, and every month his servants were killed and maimed. Even if an Changqing is only an unspoiled common man, he is not reconciled to let him marry Xiao Zhige and become a jittery princess from now on.

All he wanted was to gain fame and become an official as soon as possible, protecting his mother and taking care of his sister.

But his marriage to the king of the Northern War broke all his plans.

He also tried to fight, but all he got was a bag of soft tendons, and after eating it, he was dazed and confused, so he could only let the servant girls dress up like puppets and changed into bright red clothes.

"Don't bother. The royal family's reception team has already arrived." An Zhi waved her hand scrupulously, stopped her eyes on an Changqing's face, and then said, "help the third young master out."

In his lethargy, an Changqing was covered with a red lid and was set up by two subordinates to walk out.

He was powerless and confused, and in a trance he only felt that his arms were so strong that the pain on his arms was so real that it didn't look like a dream at all.

After getting on the sedan chair, the welcoming team blew and beat each other, and paraded around Beijing before they arrived at the palace of the Northern War.

The royal house was full of guests, talking and laughing tacitly, as if they were watching a farce.

The birth mother of the king of the Northern War died young, and when he was ten years old, he was ordered by an immortal master who was too clear-eyed, saying that he was too hostile and full of iniquity. As a result, it became more and more unpopular with Emperor Anqing. But at the age of twelve, he invited himself to experience in the army. After eight years at the border, Xiao Zhige became one of the twelve generals of Dahe from a nobody, holding the power of the Yanzhou soldiers, all relying on the meritorious service and glory killed by the dead mountain and the sea of blood. In the name of "killing gods" by Xiao Zhige, king of the Northern War, not only the people of Beidi were frightened, but also the people of Dazu were afraid of his cruelty.

There are even children singing in the city: killing gods in heaven, too old on earth, and Asura in the underworld. The evil name of Xiao Zhige can be seen.

Xiao Zhige became more and more famous, and Anqing Emperor did not like this son more and more, but he had to rely on him to defend Yanzhou against the Beidi people. under the balance, he could only turn a blind eye to the son. Originally worried that he should not have the mind, now he took the initiative to refuse the Empress Dowager refers to marriage, saying that he likes men, but also marry an Xiangguo's third son to be the real imperial concubine. Although absurd, it is also reassuring.

Under Longyan Dayue, Emperor Anqing even ordered Zongzheng Temple to be well prepared, and the marriage in the Northern War Royal Palace was so lively that it was even more lively than when the prince got married. Only those guests who came to watch the ceremony, whether they sincerely congratulated or wanted to see the excitement of the King of the Northern War, were the only ones who knew for themselves.

During the staggered preparations at the table, some people grieved for the third young master of the prime minister's office. Poor and good beauty, fell into the hands of the violent king of the Northern War, still do not know how to be honed, whether she can live through the wedding night is unknown.

Speaking of which, the third young master is not too famous in Beijing. His biological mother was a concubine of an Xiangguo, who was once a Qingyi in Qunfang Garden, the largest green building in Beijing. Born gorgeous and beautiful, magnificent and elegant, but also able to sing and dance quite talented, at that time, it was known as "the first beauty in Beijing". An Changqing followed the good appearance of her biological mother, she was exquisite and lovely when she was young, and when she was a teenager, her eyebrows and eyes grew open and she became more and more flirtatious and beautiful. It's just that beauty is beautiful, but she is a beautiful woman with an empty belly. I heard that she had offended the Master and was driven out of ethnology.

With regret on their mouths, but with an expression of interest on their faces, the guests watched an Changqing, who was covered with a red head, be helped out of the sedan chair by Xi Po.

An Changqing's head was covered and she could only see the square inch beneath her feet. By this time, her dizzy mind had become clearer, and the weakness of her body had dissipated. Now he was only full of doubts, but he dared not do anything rashly, so he had no choice but to let the happy woman help him down.

He stood firm and stretched out a bony palm in front of him. The fingers are slightly thick, and the belly and the mouth of the tiger are covered with calluses. At first glance, they are used to holding knives and guns. Further up is a big red gold-edged wedding dress with wide sleeves, but as for the rest, it can't be seen because the red lid blocks the line of sight.

This is Xiao Zhige's hand.

An Changqing's heart was pounding, and he remembered that when he got married, there was such a hand stretched out to him. It's just that he was full of reluctance and fear of the future at that time. He dared not speak angrily at Xiao Zhige and refused his outstretched hand in silence.

I didn't even take a good look at this weather-beaten palm.

Gently pursing his lips, an Changqing thought of the desolate but silent emperor who drank alone in Qiwu Palace in the years after his death.

Life is always lived by people. At that time, he chose the most difficult road and hurt himself and others. Now, although she doesn't know why she got married again, an Changqing wants to try another way.

Before the hand was taken back, an Changqing held it slowly and firmly.

Sure enough, the hand was as rough as expected, and the cocoons in the palms rubbed against the skin and tickled, but there was also a steady sense of security wrapped in it.

Xiao Zhige felt the softness of the palms, the unfathomable fundus crossed a different awn, the shade between the eyebrows dispersed for a few minutes, and the cold lips bent out of a shallow arc.

The two men walked together to the main hall before loosening their hands and holding both ends of the red silk instead.

Eunuch Si Li sang loudly in a sharp, thin voice, "as soon as I worship heaven and earth."

The two stood side by side, with a piece of red silk attached to each other, and bent down in the sound of singing.