The Tyrant's Beloved Empress

Chapter 9

An Changqing nodded politely before leaving with Xiao Zhige.

After leaving Xiangfu, An Changqing got into the carriage as usual, while Xiao Zhige rode to the side to follow.

It was already afternoon, and the winter sun was lazy, hanging to the west without setting, exuding a few warm lights. An Changqing raised the carriage curtain to see Xiao Zhige. The man was still wearing the clothes he had in the morning, sitting upright on a group of black horses. He could not see the facial features clearly against the light, but An Changqing felt inexplicably that this man was still the same. Tall and handsome.

There was a bustling voice from both sides of the street. An Changqing looked at the people for a while and then went to the shops on both sides curiously. When he saw the big "Sanweizhai" plaque, a trace of cunning passed in his eyes.

He reached out from the car window to pull Xiao Zhige's sleeve, whispered: "I want to eat plum cake."

Xiao Zhige stopped by the reins and looked down at him. The young man looked up and saw that the orange (color) sunset happened to fall on him, coating him with a fluffy halo, and Xiao Zhige could even see the fine hairs on his porcelain white face. Like his people, soft.

"I'll buy it." Xiao Zhige called to stop the carriage, turned to dismount, and strode towards Sanweizhai.

Sanweizhai's business is good, and there will always be people in line at the door. But when Xiao Zhige came, he seemed to divide the sea with a sharp edge, and the crowd retreated to the sides in fear, letting him pass first. Xiao Zhige was also accustomed to this kind of treatment, his eyebrows were not moving, he handed out an ingot of silver to Xiao Er and bought a box of freshly baked plum cakes.

"Just eat two pieces." Xiao Zhige handed him the plum cake and said, "I will have dinner when I go back."

The freshly baked plum cake has a more intense fragrance. An Changqing picked up a piece and took a bite. Hearing what he said, he tilted his head and thought for a while and said: "It won't taste good when it's cold, it's a waste."

Xiao Zhige said, "I'll buy it for you again."

An Changqing shook her head, smiled and pinched a piece to him, her eyes gleaming and said, "You eat too."

Xiao Zhige stared down at the plum cake, and did not move. But there was a sound of inhalation behind him, An Changqing and Xiao Zhige looked back at the same time, the surroundings were suddenly silent, and the people around were all busy with their own affairs.

An Changqing turned her head and urged: "If you don't eat it, you will get cold."

Xiao Zhige had to lower his head slightly and bit off the plum cake in his hand. A small piece of plum cake is not big, the filling should be made of plum blossoms, the entrance is light plum blossoms, not much sugar, but it has been sweet to the heart.

"Go back." Xiao Zhige's Adam's apple moved slightly, his eyes moved to the carriage curtain: "Leave me the ones who can't eat."

An Changqing let out a "huh", then pinched another piece and put it in his mouth.

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When he returned to the palace, Wang Fugui brought his servants to greet him. An Changqing stepped down on the horse bench and found him walking limping, and asked casually, "What happened to the steward Wang's legs? If it feels uncomfortable, go and rest."

Wang Fugui stopped, hesitated about how to explain it, and didn't dare to really take a break, so he could only look at Xiao Zhige nervously.

"He did something wrong, he should be punished." Xiao Zhige said lightly.

An Changqing rolled her eyes, then did not ask any more, and went back to the main courtyard with him. The two cleaned their hands first, and the maids began to prepare meals. After all the food was served, An Changqing was not used to being served by someone, so she waved away the maid, leaving him and Xiao Zhige alone.

Xiao Zhige caught a piece of fish, and was earnestly picking the bones.

An Changqing looked at him without turning his eyes, and suddenly asked, "Is it because of me?"

"Huh?" Xiao Zhige looked up.

"The wound of the steward Wang."

Xiao Zhige nodded, and continued to pick the fishbone: "He should have prepared the return gift list. He is negligent and should be punished."

"Then what if other people in the house bully me too?" An Changqing looked at him with gleaming eyes, and couldn't help being a little bit closer.

"Someone bullied you?" Xiao Zhige frowned.

"No." An Changqing smiled and shook his head: "I mean what if."

Xiao Zhige's frowning brows relaxed, and said, "It's the deal."

"But I want to teach them myself." An Changqing shook his head. After feeling the man's indulgence, he couldn't help but want to poke his soft (shen) body out of the shrunken shell, taking a step. One step to test the man's bottom line.

"Teach yourself?" Xiao Zhige was a little puzzled, frowning hesitantly: "There is a torture room in the mansion, just ask them to deal with it for you." He actually wanted to say that An Changqing has a delicate skin. Yes, I really want to teach others myself, but it is easy to hurt myself.

Knowing that he would be wrong, An Changqing couldn't help but laugh, and said more bluntly: "I mean...I am now your princess, and I should learn to take care of the palace. In the past, steward Wang took care of it because there was no one in the house. Now I want to try."

After speaking, he looked at him expectantly.

Xiao Zhige was slightly stunned. Just when An Changqing thought he was unwilling, he listened to his doubts and said naturally: "Of course it's your housekeeper. If you want to do anything, just do it."

This time, changing to An Changqing was stunned. He stayed for a long time before he realized it. The man actually thought very simple. Because he is his princess, so he protects him of course; because he is his princess, so he should be in charge of the palace.

Because he felt too taken for granted, he was so puzzled when facing An Changqing's request.

In his last life, he should have thought so too. It's a pity that An Changqing didn't understand it until this moment. In the eyes of a man, what he asked for should have been what he deserved. In the previous life, he was too timid and gave up.

"I see." An Changqing smiled at him, her eyes bright.

Xiao Zhige was infected by him, and the corners of his mouth were slightly bends. He put the fish (meat rou) that picked the (dry gan) bones into the plate in front of him and said, "Eat."

The author has something to say: #邺京早报#

Big news! The princess of the Northern War was not dead! I also went to Sanweizhai with the Northern Warlord to buy plum cakes! !

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Here is a little bit of understanding and counseling the prince~