Xiao Zhige gave the plum blossom cake to Wang Fugui and went straight to the study. The study is located in the southeast corner of the main courtyard, diagonally opposite to the main room, and the north-facing windows can be opened to 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 was good at martial arts, and I could vaguely hear the servant girl's sobbing and begging for mercy. This should be the maid Wang Fugui said that annoyed An Changqing.
Xiao Zhige had no interest in this maid. He used to guard Yanzhou and didn't have much time to return to Yejing. Later, they were recalled, and most of them were camping outside the city. Wang Fugui takes care of the palace. He may not remember all the looks and names of these maids in the house.
He actually wanted to see what An Changqing was going to do with this maid.
According to the information collected by the subordinates, An Changqing and his sister An Xianyu both followed the softness and temperament of their biological mother. Therefore, these years in the Prime Minister's Mansion have been very difficult, and even the maid of the Prime Minister's Mansion Bullying deducts their mother and son. If it weren't for that, he wouldn't want to marry someone back. At least in the palace, it can keep him safe and secure.
Xiao Zhige was watching when he saw the housekeeper Wang Fugui holding the box and entering the door of the main courtyard.
An Changqing was in the house sorting out the books he brought. Although it was said that he was "married" to the palace, his mother, Mrs. Li, said that he was a man after all, and that he didn't want to marry his daughter. Everything in the palace was simple, and it was even more impossible to give him a dowry. So the things he brought over were a few boxes of books, except for some insignificant scenes.
An Changqing and An Fu were packing up when they heard a message from the maid, saying that Butler Wang was coming.
Butler Wang bowed his waist and held the box of plum blossom cakes in his hand. His expression was more respectful than before, and his tone was much more humble: "Princess, this is what the lord ordered the old slave to bring to you."
In fact, it's just a box of snacks, just let a maid or servant deliver it. However, Wang Fugui was mature and sophisticated, and he smelled an unusual taste from the actions of his own prince. Thinking of his neglect in the morning, Wang Fugui suddenly broke into a cold sweat, and hurriedly delivered the things in person.
An Changqing took the box with some doubts, opened the delicate wooden box, and saw that it was covered with a layer of oiled paper. On the oiled paper were eight cakes in the shape of plum blossoms. The white skin was wrapped with light powder filling, which looked very delicate. tasty.
"Is this what the lord asked you to send?" An Changqing blinked, looking at the delicate and unique desserts in his hand, how could he not get in touch with the majestic and unsmiling King Bei Zhan.
"Yes, this is Sanweizhai's signature dim sum, plum blossom cake. I think the lord bought it for you when he returned to the mansion." Wang Fugui laughed along with him.
"Butler Lao Wang has come for a visit." An Changqing imagined Xiao Zhige going to the dim sum shop to buy dim sum for himself, but found that he couldn't imagine that scene, but looked at the dim sum in his hand, last night Jia's sullen mood has dissipated again this morning, and even his face is a little rosy.
"Where is the lord now?"
Wang Fugui said, "Go to the study."
An Changqing thought for a while, then said, "I'll go to the study to have a look."
Butler Wang remembered Yanhong who was still kneeling outside, and hurriedly said: "Yanhong, that girl who doesn't know the rules, I have already asked someone to take it down. Tomorrow Yama will come over, and the empty Princess Queer will be picked from the mansion, or will I be taken away? Ask Granny Ya to bring some smart ones over?"
"Tell Granny Ya to bring some boys here."
After being instructed, Wang Fugui withdrew, and even dragged Yanhong who was kneeling at the door begging for mercy. Yan Hong still struggled and refused to leave, crying so much that she said, "Godfather, godfather, you let me see the prince, the prince will not be so cruel..."
Wang Fugui had already seen the situation clearly, although he was a little unbearable, but thinking of what he heard from the servant next to him in the afternoon, he knew that this was a master with a big heart, and he didn't dare to condone her any more, so he elongated his face and said sharply. "Your Highness, can you see me if you want?" After speaking, he gestured towards the little servant who was dragging him, and the servant immediately understood and covered Yanhong's mouth with his hand.
Unexpectedly, Yanhong's hair bit him hard, broke free from restraint, and ran quickly to the study in the southeast corner with her skirt in hand. While running, he cried and cried, "Your Highness saves me, Your Highness saves Yanhong..."
She was born beautiful, so she ran all the way with her hair on the temples, and fell weakly in front of Xiao Zhige's study door. With the choking cry, if you are a pity and cherish jade, you must rush out at this time to help people up and ask and comfort them.
But what she met was Xiao Zhige.
Xiao Zhige didn't even move his eyebrows, he stared blankly at the bright red pear blossom with rain, and scolded the dumb boy who didn't know what to do: "Don't drag the person down, tie it up, don't do it anymore. Let someone run out and hit the princess."
The little servant responded again and again, and in cold sweat, his hands and feet quickly covered his mouth again and dragged him down.
An Changqing, who came over with a bowl of noodles, saw this scene from a distance, her delicate eyebrows stretched out, and she thought that this bowl of noodles was not in vain.
He grew up looking at people's faces in the Xiangfu's mansion since he was a child, and he had to rely on himself for many things, so naturally he didn't have the idea of a gentleman being a chef. Therefore, I heard that after Xiao Zhige was in the study, he went to the small kitchen to make a bowl of dragon beard noodles. It was a return gift to the plum cake, and at the same time, he had an excuse to let Xiao Zhige go back to the main room with him. Otherwise, the husband and wife will continue to be separated like this, and there will never be only one bright red in the future.
When An Changqing went to the study with his face facing him, Xiao Zhige sat back by the window again, reading a book on military affairs in his hand. An Changqing asked An Fu to go out, put his face in front of Xiao Zhige, and asked in a low voice, "Did Changqing do something to make the prince unhappy?"
Xiao Zhige's ears moved slightly, he put down the book and turned to look at him, "Never."
"Then the lord doesn't like Changqing?"
Xiao Zhigor paused before saying, "No."
"Then why didn't you want to have the same room with me last night?" An Changqing looked up at him, her eyes reddened. He actually didn't want to cry. The man didn't cry easily. In his last life, he had suffered so many grievances and hardships and never cried, but now he just asked a few more questions, and his nose became sore, and he was so wronged.
An Changqing also felt that she was a little ashamed. Tears rolled in her eyes, and she forced herself to cry: "If you don't like me, why are you forcing me to marry me? Do you think I want to marry you as a man?"
Seeing his red eyes, Xiao Zhige was rarely at a loss, but he didn't know how to comfort people, so he frowned and said solemnly: "I know you don't want to, don't worry, I won't force you. You really don't want to stay in the palace, I can let you go."
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An Changqing didn't know which future he was talking about, but when he heard him say let him go, the string that was tensing up in his head snapped, and the tears in his eyes flowed down his cheeks, all over his face. It's tears: "You said it's not that you don't like me. I wanted to live a good life with you, but you wanted to drive me away..."
"You don't have to wait for the future, why don't you send me back now!" An Changqing was angry and uncomfortable, raised her hand and wiped away a handful of tears, her temples and hair sticking to her cheeks messily. He sobbed twice, and simply picked up the noodle bowl and threw it out the window: "I am so disgusted by the lord, the lord would not want to eat the noodles I made!"
Xiao Zhige looked annoyed, but saw the blister on his fingers sharply, grabbed his hand, and said stiffly, "What's going on?"
An Changqing's temper hadn't subsided, she just felt that this person didn't like him at all. He was blind to be so affectionate, and he wanted to have a good life with him. Now he suddenly held his hand again, and said angrily and annoyed: "Don't worry about your lord!"
Xiao Zhige sighed, carefully avoiding his hand and spreading his arms to hug the person into his arms, his cold and hard voice rarely brought a bit of helplessness: "It's not that I don't like you, it's just..." It was just something, but he didn't say anything.
His original intention was to put people under his wings to protect him, so that he could live better. It was only when they were about to get married that they heard that An Changqing rebelled against An Zhike because he was dissatisfied with the marriage, and was forcibly fed with soft tendons and locked up. Only then did he realize that perhaps An Changqing did not need such wishful protection. To the current An Changqing, he was probably just a stranger who had a bad reputation and forced him to marry him.
It's just that he became a relative and asked him to let people go again, but he couldn't be ruthless. You can only stay away from yourself, so as not to scare him. Although he never expected that An Changqing would like him, he also did not want to see the same fear in his eyes as others.
"Then why didn't you convince me?" Anyway, the trouble broke out, An Changqing simply put aside his face, raised his face and asked: "Do you know what those servants said about me? They said I was a man, empty I have the title of princess, but without the favor of the prince, I can't even give birth to a child..."
As expected, Xiao Zhige was silent again, frowning in embarrassment, not knowing what to say to coax people. Of course, it's not that he doesn't want to consummate the marriage, but he just doesn't want him to be forced to compromise due to his power and regret it later.
When An Changqing saw that he didn't speak, the tears that had been stopped overflowed again. He was born beautiful in the first place. When he cried and made a fuss, his temples were messed up, the corners of his eyes were reddish, and the appearance of tears on his cheeks was even more pitiful. Xiao Zhige only felt a little pain in his heart, he lowered his head and almost wanted to lick the tears off his face. He will touch the touch, stop restrainingly, and repeat with a sigh: "I don't dislike you. Whoever dares to chew on the tongue, I will vent for you."
The poor King of the Northern War has been fighting for the past 20 years with both wisdom and courage, but he has never coaxed anyone. The only tenderness is given to the little princess in his arms. But the princess, who was obviously angry, was not so easily fooled.
An Changqing Xu calmed down a bit, sniffed and questioned, "Really?"
Xiao Zhige breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "One word."
An Changqing stared at him, his chaotic thoughts finally cleared up, and he made another request: "Then you go back to the main room with me to sleep."
Xiao Zhige took a deep breath.
"All the maids in the main courtyard have to be replaced by servants. I don't like maids to serve."
"I listen to you."
An Changqing was satisfied, and finally stopped making a fuss, relaxed and leaned against his arms.
Feeling the body snuggling up in his arms, Xiao Zhige closed his eyes with restraint and restraint before grabbing An Changqing's injured hand: "What's going on?"
An Changqing curled his fingers, not taking it seriously, and said, "I accidentally burnt the noodles while cooking." He was born with delicate skin, no matter how much work he did. This time, he just accidentally rubbed on the pot, and his fingers immediately blistered. He originally wanted to go back and get some more medicine, but Xiao Zhige saw it so sharply.
"Don't touch it, I'll give you medicine." Xiao Zhige was very concerned, his two sword eyebrows were deeply raised, he pressed him to sit by the window, and brought the candlestick and silver needles and gold sore medicine. After roasting the silver needle on the candle fire, he held his hand, carefully and gently poked the blister, and poured medicine powder on him.
He handled it very carefully and moved very gently, for fear of hurting him. Such a cold-faced general, holding his hand at this moment, seemed to be holding a fragile treasure.
An Changqing looked down, her nose sore again without warning. He was so grown up that no one, except his mother and sister, had ever treated him so carefully.
However, Xiao Zhige thought he was in pain, the movements on his hands became softer, and he coaxed him unskillfully with a straight face: "It will stop hurting soon."
An Changqing gave a heavy nasal voice, "um", glanced out the window, and said in a low voice, "I'll give you another bowl of noodles tomorrow?"
Xiao Zhige refused without thinking about it: "No need, this kind of rough work is left to the servants to do, you can take good care of yourself."
An Changqing stared at his finger that was properly bandaged: "..."
Fine.