Chapter 19

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date="2021-09-03"

title="Chapter 19"

weight="134510"

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

mode = "manual"

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An Changqing was so bored that he felt more and more like a saw-mouthed gourd, and only jumped a word with a stick. If he didn't ask him, he could keep silent all the way. If this person were willing to talk more, the two would not have come to that situation in their last life.

How could there be such a stupid person in the world? Obviously, he has done so many things, but he won't say anything.

With a sigh behind his back, an Changqing secretly stared at the silent man, saying that it would not work like this. He looked down for a moment and then came up with an idea. He only made an aggrieved expression and looked at Xiao Zhige pitifully: "your Majesty doesn't have to tease me. If you think I'm not doing a good job, just say it."

"there is no perfunctory." Xiao Zhige did not expect but a word of kung fu, let the side of the people aggrieved. His princess turned sideways, half of her face hidden in the shadow, her eyelashes drooping dejectedly like a listless butterfly.

"you have done well. Both the Empress Dowager and the Empress Dowager have believed it."

"what about you?" An Changqing suddenly turned to look at him, twinkling in her black eyes, and asked, "do you believe it?"

Xiao Zhige softened his eyes and raised his hand to put the broken cheeks behind his ears: "I believe."

Whether it is flattering or not, as long as he says it, he will believe it.

An Changqing's eyes were brighter, rubbed against the palm of his hand, and said happily, "what Prince said …". I'm going to take it seriously, too. "

"what you said. I don't take concubines or have children with other women. "

"well,"

Xiao Zhige is not a man who promises easily. If he says it, he will certainly do it.

An Changqing only felt happier than ever before, his heart was beating violently in his chest, and the blood of all his limbs was boiling at this moment, encouraging him to do something. He tried to bite the cheek to restrain the surging joy, but even so, his eyes were extremely bright, the most beautiful star Xiao Zhige had ever seen.

"for the rest of my life, it's just the two of us." An Changqing could not help but spread her arms around him and rubbed her cheek against his neck fossa. Her eyes were soaked with tears because she was so excited. Disgraced, he hid his face in Xiao Zhige's neck and solemnly promised in his ear: "I will always be with you."

He will no longer watch him go to the supremacy of the cold alone. This time, he will accompany him.

Whether it is famous for generations of history or infamous for the first time, as long as he does not let go, he will accompany him to go on.

Xiao Zhige looked in a trance for a moment, and suddenly a childish voice flashed through his mind. The voice said: I will accompany you in the future.

He laughed in a low voice, and Xiao Zhige responded in a dumb voice, as he did many years ago:

"good."

At the same time, what passed through my mind was the message sent back by the eyeliner who settled down.

"the third young master is very close to the young master of the Li family."

"the young cousin sent a poem to the third young master."

"the young cousin sent a painting to the third young master."

"the cousin wanted to go back to his hometown to get betrothed. Before leaving, he gave the third young master a jade dress, and the third young master took it. He seemed to be in a bad mood."

His eyes crossed an Changqing's waist, where there was a piece of Pisces jade dress that he never left. Xiao Zhige's eyes sank, but he couldn't help hugging people more tightly. No matter who he has in his heart, he can only be his own by now.

He did not ask for much, only such a little illusory warmth, so that he could not give up. From young to old, he was like a moth to the fire, and his eyes were attracted involuntarily.

Now, the man is finally held in his arms. He said to him personally that he would stay with him for the rest of his life.

Even if he knew the flattering words and knew that he would soon be left behind, he would not let go again.

By the time got back to the palace, it was already dark.

An Changqing pulled her hand out of Xiao Zhige's warm palm and reluctantly put on the warm fox fur. It's just that he underestimated the cold at night and shivered when he got out of the car. On the contrary, Xiao Zhige looked like nothing in the cold wind in his prince's dress, which did not protect him from the wind.

An Changqing gave him a jealous look, and an Changqing put her cold hand on his neck. Sure enough, Xiao Zhige froze, and then helplessly took his hand down and warmed him: "Don't make any noise, it's cold outside."

An Changqing shrunken her mouth and was led inside by him.

The line of people hurriedly bowed their heads when they saw this, only secretly astonished in their hearts, daring to tease the king so much, the princess was still the first one.

An Changqing did not care about this. In the carriage, he felt that he had talked to Xiao Zhige. Since he had agreed to spend a lifetime together, he naturally did not regard himself as an outsider. Coupled with the connivance of Xiao Zhige these days, his words and actions became more unscrupulous.

And now it seems that Xiao Zhige is just a wooden stake with few words, and there is nothing scary about it.

The two went back to their room, and because they did not have dinner in the palace, they asked their servants to prepare a few small dishes to be placed in the room. After dinner, an Changqing abandoned crying and kneeling today, sweating, changed into light clothes, and went to the bath room to take a bath.

Went to the bath room, took off his clothes and went into the water, only to find that there were large bruises on both knees and thighs. He knelt on his knees, and on his thighs he pinched himself for fear that he would not be able to cry.

I didn't feel the pain when didn't notice it before, but now when see it, the pain comes out immediately. feel a dull pain when move.

An Changqing took a breath of air, relaxed his movements and sat slowly into the bathtub, intending to clean himself up before wiping the medicine.

This bubble lasted for half an hour, and when he finished cleaning up to get up, he found that the pain in his knee was too weak. He tried to get up on the edge of the bathtub, but accidentally bumped into the bruise and sat back in pain.

After flopping about in the water, an Changqing burst into tears in pain. After sitting for a while with a red face, he finally called Xiao Zhige.

Xiao Zhige was in the bedroom. Hearing his cry, he hesitated for a moment before going in.

The dragon was burning in the bath room, and now the water was wreathed around, and an Changqing was sitting in a tall bathtub, her hair wet behind her, showing a slender and graceful neck, which was light pink because of the hot fumigation.

Looking away unnaturally, Xiao Zhige approached, his voice slightly taut: "what's the matter?"

"my leg hurts and I can't get up." An Changqing was also embarrassed, hanging his wet eyelashes stained with water vapor and whispering, "take me out for a while.". "

Xiao Zhige only felt that the string called "reason" in his mind tightened in an instant, and his consciousness fell on the water under his eyes, paused and moved away again and again, and then said in a taut voice, "you wait."

Then he went and brought a clean cloth towel and wiped his hair half dry. After that, he staggered his eyes, carefully took the man out of the bucket, wrapped him in a wide cloth towel, and carried him back to the room.

Stuffing people into the quilt, Xiao Zhige almost fled.

After standing in the cold wind for a moment in thin clothes, Anfu was told to send another small heater. When he went in again, an Changqing was still huddled in the quilt and stretched out her head to look at him: "what is your Majesty going to do?"

"ask someone to send a heater." Xiao Zhige's Adam's apple rolled before he changed a new cloth towel to wipe his hair.

Just as he was saying, Anfu at the door had already sent a heater over. The stove is burnt with silver charcoal and there is no pyrotechnic dust. Xiao Zhige put the heater on the side of the bed and let an Changqing dry his hair, while lifting the quilt: "where are you hurt?"

An Changqing stretched out her leg and pointed out to him with a shrunken mouth: "the knees and thighs are all blue."

Now the bruising is even more frightening than it looked just now, it is already purple, and there is still some swelling. Xiao Zhige touched it lightly, and he shouted for pain.

Xiao Zhige frowned, that beautiful mind also dispersed, leaving only pity and guilt. He rubbed it gently and whispered, "the bruises have to be crumpled. I'll get the medicinal wine."

An Changqing felt pain even when he thought about it. He had suffered a lot from this kind of flesh and blood before. He was born with delicate skin and tender flesh, and he was often bullied by other brothers and sisters, and he was often blue and blue. At that time, he was afraid of his mother and sad, and he dared not say. Just put up with it.

There were more serious injuries than this, and at that time he gritted his teeth and endured it, but now he could not bear it.

When Xiao Zhige came back with a bottle of medicinal wine, he retracted his legs, curled up in the quilt and said sullenly, "Don't rub it. It will be all right in a few days."

"if you don't rub it, it will be more serious tomorrow." Xiao Zhige frowned disapprovingly, and he was so distressed that he dared not say anything serious, so he could only cajole him into saying, "I am lighter and do not hurt."

An Changqing was skeptical, but she was afraid that she would suffer more tomorrow, so she stretched out her leg again and said pitifully, "then take it easy. I'm afraid of pain."

Xiao Zhige said "um". After pouring the medicinal wine to cover the heat in the palm of his hand, he rubbed his knee.

He only used all his strength, but an Changqing cried out in pain and complained in a tearful voice: "you are lying.". "

Xiao Zhige's body tightened, hardened his heart and did not lighten his strength. Also saw his eyes red, biting lips patient appearance, not very skillful gently blowing on his wound, mouth bluntly coaxed: "Xianggong blowing, pain flying …". "

An Changqing, who was in pain in tears, giggled at him, kicked the other foot on his shoulder and murmured, "I'm not a three-year-old. My mother used to coax me like this."

"really?" Xiao Zhige was slightly stupefied and said to himself in a low voice, "originally I learned it from my mother.". "

"what?" An Changqing didn't catch what he said.

"nothing." Xiao Zhige shook his head, and his frowned brow calmed down a little, still blowing softly: "bear it a little longer."

Distracted and the pain was not so obvious, an Changqing put her chin on the piled bedding and looked down at Xiao Zhige gently and slowly rubbing open the bruises for him.

The man knelt half by the bed, looking very serious, his drooping eyelashes covered his fierce eyes, and the dim candlelight softened the stiff outline, which made him show some tenderness.

The more an Changqing looked at it, the more he felt satisfied and happy. such a good person was his from now on.

How could I think his face was terrible before?

I'm so blind.

Obviously this person is so gentle.

The author has something to say: # what are the princes and princesses doing in the house? #

Anfu at the door: should I prepare another bucket of Scald?

Here:?

Countenance (indifference): noisy.