An Changqing was annoyed. He only felt that the man was more and more like a gourd with a saw mouth. He only said a word when he hit a stick. If he didn't ask him, he could keep silent all the way. As long as this person is willing to talk more, the two of them would not have reached such a situation in their previous life.
How can there be such stupid people in this world? He has done so many things, but he doesn't say anything.
Sighing behind his back, An Changqing stole a glance at the silent man, thinking that this is not acceptable. He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, and soon came up with an idea. He only made an expression of grievance and looked at Xiao Zhige pitifully: "Your Highness doesn't need to perfunctory me, if you think I'm not doing well, just say it directly."
"No perfunctory..." Xiao Zhige didn't expect the effort of just one sentence to make the people beside him feel wronged. His princess turned her face sideways, half of her face was hidden in the shadows, and the half of her face was exposed, her eyelashes drooping down in frustration, like a listless butterfly.
"You did a good job, the queen mother and the queen believed it."
"What about you?" An Changqing suddenly turned his head to look at him, something flashing in his black eyes, and asked, "Do you believe it?"
When Xiao Zhige met his eyes, his heart softened, and he raised his hand to put the broken hair on his cheek behind his ear: "I believe it."
No matter if it is flattering or not, as long as he says it, he will believe it.
An Changqing's eyes brightened, rubbed his palm, and said excitedly: "Then what the lord said... I have to take it seriously."
"What you said... don't take concubines, and don't have children with other women."
"Um,"
Xiao Zhige is not a person who promises easily, he will definitely do what he says.
An Changqing only felt an unprecedented joy, his heart was beating violently in his chest, and the blood of his limbs was boiling at this moment, urging him to do something. He clenched his cheeks with all his might to restrain the surging joy, but even so, his eyes were extremely bright, the most beautiful stars Xiao Zhige had ever seen.
"In this life, it's just the two of us." An Changqing couldn't help wrapping his arms around him, rubbing his cheeks against his neck, and his eyes were wet with tears because he was so excited. Feeling ashamed, 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 walk to the cold supremacy alone. This time, he will be with him.
Whether it is famous for thousands of generations, or notorious for dying in one lifetime, as long as he doesn't let go, he will walk with him.
Xiao Zhige looked dazed for a moment, and a childish voice flashed in his mind. The voice said: I will accompany you from now on.
Laughing lowly, Xiao Zhige responded in a hoarse voice like many years ago:
"it is good."
At the same time as he responded, what flashed in his mind was the message from Anjia's eyeliner.
"The third young master is very close to the cousin of the Li family..."
"Master Biao sent poems to Master Three..."
"Master Biao sent a painting to the third master..."
"Master Biao is going back to his hometown to get married. Before leaving, he gave the third master a jade pendant, and the third master accepted it. It seems that he is not in a good mood..."
Glancing across An Changqing's waist, there is a Pisces jade pendant that he never leaves. Xiao Zhige's eyes sank, but he couldn't help hugging him even tighter. No matter who he hides in his heart, until now, he can only be his own.
There are not many things he asks for, only this illusory warmth makes him unable to give up. From young to old, he is like a moth to a flame, his eyes are involuntarily attracted.
Now, people are finally in his arms. He personally told him that he would be with him for the rest of his life.
Even if he knew the flattering words and knew that he would soon forget them, he would never let go.
***
When he returned to the palace, it was already dark.
An Changqing pulled his hand out of Xiao Zhige's warm palm and reluctantly put on a warm roasted fox fur. It's just that he underestimated the cold at night, and he couldn't help shivering when he got out of the car. On the other hand, Xiao Zhige was wearing that princely dress, which was not very wind-proof, and seemed to be nothing in the cold wind.
Looking at him jealously, An Changqing put her cold hand on his neck maliciously. Xiao Zhige really froze, and then somewhat helplessly took his hand down to warm it up: "Don't make trouble, it's cold outside."
An Changqing pursed her lips and was led in by him.
Seeing this, the servants in the group hurriedly lowered their heads, only stunned in their hearts, and the princess was the first to dare to tease the lord like this.
An Changqing didn't care about this, he consciously told Xiao Zhige on the carriage, since they had agreed to spend the rest of their lives together, he naturally didn't take himself as an outsider, plus Xiao Zhige had been here these days. Indulge, speak and act more recklessly.
And now it seems that Xiao Zhige is just a wooden stake with few words, nothing scary.
The two returned to the room. Since they didn't have dinner in the palace, they asked the servants to prepare a few side dishes and put them in the room. After dinner, An Changqing disliked that he cried and knelt down and sweated, put on light clothes, and went to the bath room to take a bath.
I went to the bathroom, took off my clothes and went into the water, only to find that both knees still have large bruises on both legs. He was kneeling on his knees, and on his big legs he pinched himself because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to cry.
I didn't feel the pain when I didn't notice it before, but now I saw it, and the pain came out immediately. It hurts to move.
An Changqing took a breath of cold air, eased her movements and slowly sat down in the tub, planning to clean herself up first before wiping off the medicine.
This bubble lasted for half an hour, and when he was about to get up after cleaning up, he realized that the pain in his knees was too much. He tried to get up against the edge of the tub, but accidentally hit the bruised wound, and he sat back all of a sudden in pain.
After thrashing in the water a few times, An Changqing burst into tears in pain. He sat blushing for a while, and finally called Xiao Zhige.
Xiao Zhige was in the bedroom. Hearing his cry, he hesitated before entering.
The ground dragon was burning in the bath room, and the water vapor was lingering at this moment. An Changqing was sitting in the tall bathtub, her hair was wet and scattered behind her. .
Averting his gaze unnaturally, Xiao Zhige approached, his voice slightly tense: "What's wrong?"
"My leg hurts and I can't get up." An Changqing was also embarrassed, and whispered, hanging down her wet eyelashes stained with water vapor: "You take me out for a while..."
Xiao Zhige only felt that the string in his mind called "rationality" tightened instantly, his eyes fell on the water subconsciously, he paused and moved away before saying in a tight voice, "Wait a minute."
"The Guard is Here"
After he finished speaking, he brought a clean cloth and wiped his hair half-dry. After that, he staggered his eyes, carefully carried the person out of the bucket, wrapped him in a large cloth, and carried him back to the room.
Stuffing the person into the quilt, Xiao Zhige almost fled.
Wearing light clothes and standing in the cold wind for a moment, I just ordered An Fu to bring another small heater over. When he went in again, An Changqing was still huddled under the quilt, and looked at him with his head outstretched: "What are you going to do, lord?"
"Ask someone to bring a heater." Xiao Zhige rolled his Adam's apple before putting on a new towel to wipe his hair.
Just as he was talking, An Fu had already sent a heater over to the door. The stove was burning with silver charcoal, and there was no smoke and dust. Xiao Zhige put the heater beside the bed and let An Changqing dry his hair while lifting the quilt: "Where is the injury?"
An Changqing stretched out his legs and pointed to him with a flat mouth: "The knees, as well as the big legs, are all blue."
The bruises are now even more frightening than they looked before, they are already purple and swollen. Xiao Zhige touched it lightly, and he cried out in pain.
Xiao Zhige's brows were tightly wrinkled, and his charming thoughts were dissipated, leaving only pity and guilt. He rubbed it lightly, and said in a low voice, "The bruises have to be rubbed away, I'll go get the medicinal wine."
It hurts An Changqing to think about it. He has suffered from this kind of flesh and blood before. He was born with fine skin and tender flesh, and was often bullied by other brothers and sisters. He often had bruises on his body. At that time, he was afraid that his mother would be sad, so he didn't dare to say it. Just bear it.
It's not that there are more serious injuries than this. At that time, he also gritted his teeth and endured it, but now, he can't bear it anymore.
When Xiao Zhige came back with a bottle of medicinal wine, he retracted his legs like a fool, curled up into the quilt, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't rub it, it will be fine in a few days."
"Tomorrow will be more serious if you don't rub it." Xiao Zhige frowned in disapproval, and felt sorry for his injury, he didn't dare to say anything serious, he could only coax him: "I'm lighter, it doesn't hurt."
An Changqing was skeptical, but he was afraid that he would suffer more tomorrow, so he stretched out his legs and said pitifully, "Then take it easy, I'm afraid of the pain."
Xiao Zhige made a "hmm" sound. He poured the medicinal wine and warmed it in his palms before rubbing his knees.
He only used 10% of his strength, but An Changqing cried out in pain, complaining in a weeping voice: "You lied..."
Xiao Zhige's body was tense, and he didn't let go of his strength when he was hard-hearted. Seeing his red eyes again, biting his lip and patiently, he was not very skilled in blowing gently at his wound, and coaxed in his mouth: "Xianggong blows, the pain is flying..."
An Changqing, who had tears in her eyes, was teased by him and laughed out loud, put her other foot on his shoulder, and muttered, "I'm not a three-year-old, my mother used to be so cowardly. And me."
"Really?" Xiao Zhige was stunned for a moment, and said to himself in a low voice, "So I learned it from my mother..."
"What?" An Changqing didn't hear what he said.
"It's nothing." Xiao Zhige shook his head, his frowning brows softened a little, and he still breathed softly: "Hold on for a while."
His attention was distracted, and the pain was not so obvious. An Changqing put his chin on the stack of bedding and looked down at Xiao Zhige as he gently and slowly rubbed away the bruise.
The man was half-kneeling beside the bed, his expression was very serious, his drooping eyelashes covered his sharp eyes, and the dim candlelight softened his stiff outline, making him appear a little gentle.
The more An Changqing looked, the more satisfied and happy he felt. Such a good person will be his in the future.
How could I have thought that he was terrifying before
Really blind.
Obviously this person is so gentle.