"Did you come out to find me on purpose?" An Changqing guessed. It was early when it came down, but at this time it was almost dusk. How many hours can someone buy a cake by the way?

"..."

The Northern War King pretended to be a saw-mouthed gourd.

The two of them walked along the lake, just to a place with few people. An Changqing stopped and walked around to see him, affirming: "You came to find me, when did you come? Wait here?"

Seeing that it was impossible to hide it, Xiao Zhige glanced at him and let out a "um".

"Fool." An Changqing whispered, then asked: "Why don't you go find me?"

Xiao Zhige originally wanted to make himself look more magnificent. How could the dignified Northern Warlord be as jealous as those resentful women, but when he said that, his taste changed: "I'm going, your friends are afraid that they will become quails. Up."

He also deliberately emphasized the word "friend".

To say that An Changqing didn't understand at first, Xiao Zhige's jealous smell was all over his nose at the moment, and it would be silly if he still didn't understand. He raised his hand and slapped the nose, muttering pretendingly: "Where is the sour smell, does the prince smell it?"

"No." The Northern War King made a solemn face, but his ears were a little red.

An Changqing squinted at him: "Oh, tomorrow Wenchang Hou Shizi will invite me to play polo again..."

Xiao Zhige's face sank, "Didn't Hou Shizi Wenchang invite you to climb the mountain the day before yesterday?"

An Changqing laughed suddenly, with a bright smile in his eyes: "You lied to you, but you are not jealous?"

"..."

The Northern Warlord kept his face straight, trying to prove that he was not a jealous woman: "I am not forbidding you to make friends..."

"I know." An Changqing said before him: "It's me who is wrong. These days, I only care about my own happiness and ignore you and your children."

Switching the rein to one hand, he stretched out his fingers to hook the man’s hand, first the little finger, then the ring finger, the middle finger... Finally, he held them all, and the fingers interlocked and shook: "If you don’t like it, just tell me Anything that can be pushed in the future will be pushed."

The Northern Warlord was coaxed into a handful of honey water, and he was a little outrageous: "If you like to go out to play, you don't have to wrong yourself for me. The children also have (milk Ru) mothers to take care of..."

"In my heart, no matter how good a friend is, it is not as important as you and the child." An Changqing shook her head with a serious expression.

"I'm afraid you will be wronged." Xiao Zhige sighed suddenly, and the hand he clenched tightened.

The person in front of him is no longer the little concubine who was bullied by others, even without his protection, he should be able to live well. Perhaps the imperial examination was an official official, or a trade and business...whatever you do, you will probably be like these days, calling for friends and looking forward to the sky. Not for him, for the two children, trapped in the back house of the palace like a canary.

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