Chapter 42

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date="2021-09-03"

title="Chapter 42"

weight="134533"

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

mode = "manual"

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The cold wind wreaked havoc with snowflakes, dust and sand rose from the official roads outside the city, and 800 soldiers were light and simple, waiting for Xiao Zhige to rush to Yanzhou at the order of Xiao Zhige. These soldiers were all cronies brought back by Xiao Zhige when he returned to Beijing from Yanzhou. After two or three months of suffocation in this bustling place, the morale of all of them was high when they heard that they were going to leave for Yanzhou. The neat harmony can be heard vaguely even standing at the gate.

Wrapped in fox fur, an Changqing craned her neck to look at the dust and smoke in the distance. The news has been spread in the palace that the King of the Northern War will go to Yanzhou to fight Beidi.

He touched the package he had brought with him, and there were light clothes, dry food and spirits in it. He specially prepared it for Xiao Zhige. It's just that he must have called up troops in the camp outside the city at this time, and don't know if he still has a chance to give him this package.

An Changqing sighed gently and unconsciously clasped the package in her arms.

The chorus of officers and soldiers in the distance also attracted the attention of others outside the city. The porridge shed of the royal mansion is located outside the capital. In addition to getting a bowl of hot porridge every morning, this simple shed can also provide temporary shelter for people with nowhere to go. Because of the cold weather, there is a charcoal basin in the porridge shed every night. Compared with some humble inns, this porridge shed has more people and charcoal pots, but it is warmer. Therefore, in addition to some beggars and refugees will come to live, some poor scholars will also spend the night together in the porridge shed.

They are just beggars and scholars, but they are two distinct camps.

An old beggar listened to the sound of horses' hoofs in the distance and sighed, "there's going to be another war. I heard that there was a disaster in the north, and many people died. I don't know if this battle can be won."

"with the king of the Northern War on guard, do those northern barbarians still have the courage to come?"

"isn't it true that the King of the Northern War is not at the border?" Someone whispered, "the northern barbarians are shameless to enter. If it really destroys the city, I don't know how many people will die."

The beggars on this side whispered, and the scholars on the other side heard it, with different expressions, and some people could not help laughing: "the king of Northern War is not the only general in this great battle, and this border is not entirely guarded by him. A brutal general. Are you really a world-saving Bodhisattva? It's really short-sighted! "

The talking scholar, dressed in a gray cotton robe, was squeezed into the not-so-spacious porridge shed, but he also took care of himself neatly, looked proudly on his face and looked at the beggar on the other side with disdain.

The disdained beggars looked at the scholar with bad eyes, and the oldest beggar pressed his hand down and motioned to the others to be calm. He looked at the speaking scholar and said, "We beggars don't have much knowledge." But also know that should not pick up the bowl called Niang, put down the bowl scolded Niang. This prince is so dissatisfied with the king of the Northern War, doesn't he also live in the porridge shed of the palace of the Northern War? "

Who doesn't know that the porridge shed outside the city was built by the Northern War Imperial Palace? That is to say, the prices of rice and winter clothes in the city have risen so high, and only the shops in the Northern War Wangfu have not raised their prices. Later, when other shops in the city saw that no one bought them at high prices, they were forced to lower their prices.

The people of Beijing bear in mind everything about this pile. Although it is a good thing done by the princess in detail, no one will speak ill of the king of the Northern War anymore. After all, it is said that husband and wife are one, and can the prince not know the good deeds done by the princess?

As for the gossip that spread all over the streets in the past, just listen to it for fun. After all, no one has seen it with their own eyes, but the favor is real. Anyone who has a conscience, even if he still mutters in his heart, has no face to say it.

I did not expect that these literate scholars, on the contrary, are not as good as their muddy legs who can't read big words.

The scholar who spoke blushed, choked and puffed for a long time and said, "the King of the Northern War was ordered by the emperor to provide disaster relief, which was his duty." Even if you want to thank, you should also thank the Holy one today! "

"and don't forget that he used to kill tens of thousands of prisoners. Such a cruel man might turn around and kill back the Beidi people for fun!"

The more the scholar said, the more he felt that he was reasonable, and said proudly, "Dazu governs the country with benevolence and filial piety." Such a brutal and bloodthirsty general is really not worthy of praise. "

"nonsense." A young beggar spat at him: "Beidi people don't have a good thing. If you don't kill them, will you put them back and kill us?"

"that is, the books have been read into the belly of the dog!"

"I've never read a book. I know more than him!"

What the little beggars like to hear most recently is that Mr. Shu tells the story of the king of the Northern War and the princess, and even loves the king of the Northern War whom he feared in the past, and each of them dreams of becoming a great hero who can fight and kill the enemy. I can't hear a bad word from others.

The scholar turned red and white when he was scolded by several small beggars, and subconsciously went back to seek the support of his companions, only to find that all the companions sat on the other side, and there was no one to support him.

When he looked at him, someone said, "Sir, he said that we are courteous and honest and shameful. Since we have received a favor, we should be grateful." Instead of being ungrateful and unscrupulous. "

Look around, it's all contemptuous. The scholar looked around, and there was no one who was willing to stand with him, so he could only hum indignantly and flick his sleeves out of the porridge shed.

Behind him, a little beggar was shouting, "Don't come after what you can do!"

An Changqing did not know what happened on the other side of the porridge shed, and certainly did not know that the reputation of Xiao Zhige, the king of the Northern War, had begun to change quietly. At this time, he sat in the porridge shed, looking up at the direction of the camp, holding a package for Xiao Zhige in his arms.

He held a glimmer of hope in his heart, thinking that Iron Tiger was still with him, Xiao Zhige should not set out directly.

Just thinking about it, he listened to the iron tiger behind him and said, "someone is coming!"

An Changqing suddenly stood up and looked eagerly at the official road in the distance. On the official road covered with snow, a man galloped on his horse, and the black golden gun behind him reflected the cold light and rolled up the wind and snow all the way.

"it's your Majesty." Iron Tiger Road.

Before he uttered his words, an Changqing had already picked up the package and ran out.

The wind and snow outside was a little heavier, but an Changqing did not feel cold, her eyes fixed on the clearer and clearer figure, and the smile on her face grew bigger and bigger.

Fortunately, Xiao Zhige did not leave immediately. He still has a lot to say to him.

Xiao Zhige had a good eyesight. He saw him waiting in the wind and snow from afar. As soon as he raised the horsewhip, he speeded up and arrived in front of him in a moment.

An Changqing wore his fox fur and was covered with snowflakes, but her eyes looked at him brightly: "fortunately I waited here and came to see each other."

Thinking of something, he hurriedly put the package into his hand: "I have prepared dry food and spirits, and Prince will take them for use on the road."

Xiao Zhige sighed, hung the parcel on the saddle, brushed off the snowflakes for him, and gently rubbed his frozen hands: "Why don't you wait in the house?" It's cold in here. "

"I'm afraid you won't be in time." An Changqing knew that after he left the palace, he went to the big camp outside the city, and the war was urgent. He did not know whether Xiao Zhige would return to his home, so he had to wait at the city gate. In case Xiao Zhige still had time to go home, he waited here, saving him time to go back and forth.

Xiao Zhige smiled briefly, touched his finger gently on the cheek and whispered, "I'm going to leave for Yanzhou right away." Everything in the palace is left to you, and Tiehu stays to protect you. I also left two hundred pro-soldiers in the camp outside the city. In case something happens, ask Tiehu to bring my seal to transfer. "

After a pause, he hugged the person into his arms and said in his ear, "…". When I get back. "

Parting is imminent, men are not good at relief, can only use a strong hug to express their reluctance.

An Changqing wistfully rubbed on his chest, then retreated from his bosom and said, "I wish Prince a victory and a triumphant return as soon as possible.". I'll wait for you to come back at the house. "

Xiao Zhige took a deep look at him, turned to Iron Tiger and said, "be sure to protect the princess. This is a military order!"

The iron tiger looked so full that he was still a little bitter about not being able to go to Yanzhou, but the general's serious expression made him realize the importance of the princess and immediately knelt on one knee on the snow: "the last general!"

"I'm leaving."

Finally, taking a look at an Changqing, Xiao Zhige strode on his horse, and this time he never looked back.

An Changqing had been standing in the snow until she could no longer see Xiao Zhige's back, so she was in a trance. Obviously, there were thousands of words I wanted to say before, but I forgot everything when I saw the person. With a fist clenched in chagrin, an Changqing looked at the horse's hoof marks in the snow and said, "go back."

At 25 in February, the King of the Northern War and his eight hundred cronies went to Yanzhou day and night.

On the first day of March, in an urgent letter of eight hundred miles in Yanzhou, Huyanart, the king of North Dirilun, led 50,000 elite men to attack Yanyun County.

On the tenth day of March, the heavy snow in Beijing, which had been falling on and off for nearly a month, finally stopped, the gray sky began to clear up, and the snow melted, revealing the green buds covered with heavy snow.

Spring is finally coming.

The people who had been hiding at home all day finally began to go out to shovel snow. Jing Zhaoyin also dispatched officers and soldiers to clear the snow, but on the 3rd and 5th, there were almost no signs of snow in the capital, and there was a new green everywhere.

The porridge shed outside the city has also been removed, and there is little rice shop winter clothes left. An Changqing and the shop managers calculated the accounts and found that winter clothes, white rice and hot charcoal cost a total of 1.302 million silver. Rice and winter clothes are sold at daily prices, and a small half of them are used for disaster relief. In this way, it is exactly flat, worthy of a cost. On the contrary, Huotan made a huge profit. 15,000 jin of Fotan made a total of nearly 702000 silver.

An Changqing gave reward money to the stewards, and then took Zhou Helan back to the royal mansion.

Now there is only one master left in the palace, and an Changqing is not in the house all day long, and most of them are outside inspecting the shops of Zhuangzi. Even the servants in the house feel that the house has been much deserted since the departure of Wang Ye.

An Changqing changed her clothes after washing, sat alone on the bed, touched the cold quilt, and sighed gently. Habit is really a terrible thing, quietly tell you to get used to a person's existence, and then get used to his absence.

After being stupefied for a while, he remembered something, leaned over and opened the second cabinet at the head of the bed, took out the prescription and fat cream, blushed and hesitated for a moment, thinking that someone who should have arrived in Yanzhou early, but there was no news back, finally slowly followed the steps written in the prescription and did it step by step.

The author has something to say: don't know if you have taken good care of yourself in accordance with the prescription.

Here you are:. No! (exasperated

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It's too late to modify it. Oh, I didn't mean to QAQ.

Today, I must regret knowing that I am facing the maintenance of the prescription.