Chapter 4

Xiao Zhige gave Wang Fugui the plum blossom cake and went to his study. The study is in the southeast corner of the main courtyard, opposite to the main room. Open the window facing north, you can see the main room.

It was still evening, and the sky was still bright. At a glance, I could see a servant girl kneeling in front of the main room. Xiao Zhige had a good ear for martial arts, and I could hear her sobbing and begging for mercy. This should be the servant girl that Wang Fugui said annoyed an Changqing.

Xiao Zhige is not interested in this servant girl. In the past, he guarded Yanzhou and didn't have much time to return to Yejing. Later, it was recalled, mostly in the camp outside the city. It's Wang Fugui who takes care of everything in the palace. He may not remember all the looks and names of these servant girls in the house.

In fact, he wanted to see how an Changqing was going to deal with the servant girl.

According to the information collected by his subordinates, an Changqing and his sister-in-law, an Xianyu, both follow their mother's soft nature and temperament. Therefore, they have had a very difficult time in the prime minister's mansion these years. Even the maid of the prime minister's mansion can bully their mother and son at will. If not, he would not want to marry people back. At least in the palace, he can be protected from food and clothing.

Xiao Zhige was looking at it when he saw the housekeeper Wang Fugui carrying the box into the door of the main courtyard.

An Changqing was originally in the house sorting out the books she had brought. Although he was "married" to the palace, his mother-in-law, Mrs. Li, said that he was a man in the end and did not want to marry his daughter. Everything in the palace was simple, so it was impossible to give him a dowry. So the things he brought over, except for some scenes and things that were not good to see and use, were just a few boxes of books.

When an Changqing and an Fu were tidying up, they heard that the servant girl said that the king's housekeeper was coming.

The housekeeper bowed and held the box of plum blossom cakes in his hand. His expression was more respectful than before, and his tone was even more humble: "princess, this is what the Lord ordered the slave to send you."

In fact, it's just a box of snacks, which can be sent by a servant girl or a boy. But Wang Fugui, a mature man, smelled an unusual smell from his master's actions. Thinking of his neglect in the morning, Wang Fugui immediately sweated and rushed to deliver the things himself.

An Changqing took over the box with some doubts. When the delicate wooden box was opened, he saw that there was a layer of oil paper inside. On the oil paper were eight plum shaped cakes. The white skin was wrapped with light powder stuffing. It looked very delicate and delicious.

"Did the Lord ask you to send it?" An Changqing blinked, looking at the delicate and chic dim sum in his hand, he couldn't get in touch with the majestic and unsmiling Northern War king.

"Yes, this is the plum blossom cake of sanweizhai. I think the Lord bought it for you when he went back to his house. " Wang Fugui said with a smile.

"Thank you for your visit." An Changqing imagines Xiao Zhige going to the snack shop to buy some snacks for himself, but finds that he can't imagine the scene. However, when he looks at the snacks in his hand, last night and this morning, his depression is gone again, and his face is ruddy.

"Where is the Lord now?"

Wang Fugui said, "I went to the study."

After thinking about it, an Changqing said, "I'll go to my study."

Housekeeper Wang thought of Yanhong, who was still kneeling outside, and quickly said, "Yanhong, the girl who doesn't know the rules, I've already asked someone to take her down. Tomorrow, the granny will come. Will the empty Princess want to pick from the house or ask the granny to bring some smart ones?"

"Ask granny to bring some kids over."

When he was told, Wang Fugui retreated and dragged Yanhong, who was kneeling at the door to beg for mercy. Yanhong still struggled and refused to leave. She cried bitterly and said, "godfather, godfather, you let me see the Lord. The Lord will not be so cruel..."

Wang Fugui had already seen the situation clearly. Although he couldn't bear it, he thought of what he had heard from his servants in the afternoon. He knew that this was a big hearted master and didn't dare to connive at her any more. He lengthened his face and said in a fierce voice: "is it possible for you to see Wang Ye?" Finish saying then toward drag the person's small Si to draw for a while, the small Si immediately understands, the good hand covers Yan Hong's mouth.

But unexpectedly, Yanhong bit him hard, broke free from the clamp, and ran to the study in the southeast corner with her skirt. While running, he cried: "Lord help me, Lord help Yanhong..."

She was born good-looking, so scattered hair ran all the way, faintly fell in front of Xiao Zhige's study. With the sobbing voice, if a person is pitying for jade, he must come out to help people up at this time and ask for comfort by the way.

But she met Xiao Zhige.

Xiao Zhige didn't even move his eyebrows. He looked at the bright red of the pear blossom with rain without expression. He scolded the little fellow who didn't know what to do: "if you don't drag people down, tie them up, don't let people run out and collide with the princess."

Xiao Si repeatedly should be, braved a cold sweat, hands and feet quickly covered the mouth again and dragged down.

An Changqing, who came with a bowl of noodles, saw this scene from a distance. Her delicate eyebrows and eyes spread out, thinking that the bowl of noodles was not made in vain.

He grew up in the prime minister's office looking at people's faces. He had to rely on himself for many things. Naturally, he didn't have the idea of being a gentleman far away from cooking. Therefore, I heard that Xiao Zhige went to the small kitchen to make a bowl of longxumian after he was in the study. It was a gift to plum blossom cake. At the same time, he had an excuse to let Xiao Zhige go back to the main room with him. Otherwise, if they continue to live apart like this, there will never be only one bright red in the future.When an Changqing came to the study with his face in his hand, Xiao Zhige sat back by the window, reading a Book of war in his hand. An Changqing asked an Fu to go out. He put his face in front of Xiao Zhige and asked in a low voice, "has Changqing done anything to make the king unhappy?"

Xiao Zhige ear micro motion, put down the book, turned to look at him, "never."

"Does the prince not like Changqing?"

Xiao Zhi said after a pause: "No

"Then why didn't the Lord want to go to the same room with me last night?" An Changqing raised her eyes and looked directly at him, her eyes suddenly turned red. In fact, he didn't want to cry. He didn't cry when he had tears. In his last life, he had suffered so many grievances and tribulations, but now he just asked a few questions, and his nose became sour, and he couldn't be wronged.

An Changqing also felt a little humiliated. Her tears rolled in her eyes. She forced herself to cry and said, "if you don't like me, why do you want to marry me? Do you think I want to marry you as a man? "

When Xiao Zhige saw his red eyes, he was at a loss, but he didn't know how to comfort others. He just twisted his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "I know you don't want to. Don't worry. I won't force you. In the future If you really don't want to stay in the palace in the future, I can let you go. "

An Changqing didn't know what he said. In the future, he only heard him say that if he let him go, the string of his brain would break, and the tears in his eyes would flow down his cheek, and his face was full of tears: "you still said you didn't like me. I want to live with you, but you want to drive me away... "

"You don't have to wait for the future. You might as well send me back now!" An Changqing was angry and uncomfortable. She raised her hand and wiped a handful of tears casually. Her sideburns and hair cluttered on her cheek. He choked twice, simply picked up the bowl and threw it out of the window: "I'm so annoying to the Lord, I don't want to eat my noodles!"

Xiao Zhige was annoyed, but he saw the blister on his finger. He grabbed his hand and said in a hard voice, "what's the matter?"

An Changqing's spirit hasn't gone away. He just thinks that this man doesn't like himself at all. He's blind. He's so amorous. He wants to have a good time with him. Now he suddenly took his hand again and said angrily, "don't worry about it!"

Xiao Zhige sighed, carefully avoided his hand, spread his arms, and held people in his arms. His cold voice rarely brought some helplessness: "I don't like you, just..." It's just something, but he didn't say it again.

His original intention is to put people under his wings to protect them, so that they can live better. It was only when she was about to get married that she heard that an Changqing was forced to feed her soft tendons and shut up because she was dissatisfied with her marriage and rebelled against an Zhike. Only then did he realize that perhaps an Changqing did not need such wishful protection. For today's an Changqing, he is probably just a stranger who is infamous and forced to marry him.

Just became a pro, let him let people go, he was ruthless. I have to stay away from him so as not to scare him. Although he never expected that an Changqing would like him, he did not want to see fear like others in his eyes.

"Then why don't you come round with me?" Anyway, the trouble broke out, and an Changqing simply put on his face and asked, "do you know what those servants said about me? They say that I am a man and have the title of princess, but without the favor of the Lord, I can't even have a baby... "

As expected, Xiao Zhige was silent again. He twisted his eyebrows and was embarrassed. He didn't know how to coax people. Of course, he didn't want to be successful, but he didn't want to be forced to compromise and regret in the future.

Seeing that he didn't speak, an Changqing's tears, which had stopped, overflowed again. He was good-looking. When he cried, his temples were scattered, his eyes were slightly red, and his cheeks were stained with tears, which made people feel pity. Xiao Zhige felt a slight pain in his heart and almost wanted to lick the tears on his face. Will touch, and restraint to stop, sighed and repeated: "no don't like you. If anyone dares to chew the tongue, I'll take it out for you. "

Poor northern warlord, who has both wisdom and courage in the past 20 years, has never coaxed anyone. His only tenderness is given to the little princess in his arms. But apparently the angry princess was not so easily fooled.

An Changqing Xu was calmer, sniffed and questioned: "really?"

Xiao Zhige was relieved and nodded: "a word is worth nine times."

An Changqing glared at him, and his confused thoughts finally cleared up. He asked again, "then you can go back to the main room with me."

Xiao Zhige took a deep breath: "good." After the big deal, practice boxing several times a day.

"All the servant girls in the main courtyard should be changed into little ones. I don't like servant girls

"It's all up to you."

An Changqing was satisfied, and finally he stopped making noise, relaxed and leaned against his arms.

Feeling the body nestled in his arms, Xiao Zhige closed his eyes with forbearance and restraint before catching an Changqing's injured hand: "what's the matter?"

An Changqing curled up her fingers. She didn't take it seriously and said, "I accidentally burned it when I cooked the noodles." He is born with delicate skin, which is the same with all kinds of hard work. This time, he just rubbed his fingers on the pot, and his fingers immediately blistered. He wanted to go back and apply some more medicine, but Xiao Zhige saw it so acutely."Don't touch it. I'll give you the medicine." Xiao Zhige is very concerned about it, two sword eyebrows close up deeply, press him to sit by the window, and take a candlestick and silver needle and gold sore medicine. After baking the silver needle on the candlelight, he held his hand, carefully and gently picked out the bubbles, and then poured the powder on him

he dealt with it very carefully and gently, for fear of hurting him. Such a cold faced general, at this time holding his hand, but as if holding a fragile treasure

an Changqing stares at her finger, which has been properly wrapped up, "..."

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