An Changqi used to be An Changqing's nightmare for a long time.
An Changqing was born good-looking since she was a child. When she was a child, her facial features had not yet developed, and she had an indescribable beauty. At that time, several sisters were jealous that he looked better than them, but other brothers disliked him for looking like a girl. For a long time, An Changqing's childhood was dark and dull. The only one who offered him a helping hand was his cousin, An Changqi.
An Changqi was the only child of the second family, and was well-loved from birth. He was five years older than An Changqing. When An Changqing was eleven or twelve, he was already a boy of sixteen or seventeen. In addition to the eldest son, An Changyu, in the An family, he is the oldest and most liked by the old lady.
When he taught other younger brothers and sisters a lesson and rescued An Changqing who was imprisoned in the woodshed, An Changqing truly respected and admired this brother. An Changqi has been good to him since then. He will teach his brothers and sisters who bully him, take him to eat delicious cakes, and prepare him new and beautiful clothes.
If An Changqi had not tried to rape him on his twelfth birthday, everything would have been fine.
An Changqing still remembered that it was a spring day, and his birthday was on February 15th. It was around the spring equinox that the An family held a green outing and a spring banquet, but no one remembered that the third young master of the Xiangfu was born on this day. An Changqing ate the longevity noodles that his mother cooked for him, and was about to go out to get medicine when he met An Changqi.
An Changqi smiled amiably that day, and An Changqing even remembered every word he said to himself.
He said, "Third brother, today is your birthday. I have prepared a birthday gift for you. Would you like to go and see it?"
The innocent An Changqing happily followed him. But he didn't want to be tricked by him into an empty wing to prepare for violence. At that time, An Changqi seemed to be a different person, with words of admiration in his mouth, but lewdness in his eyes. Tried to coax him into submission.
Although An Changqing was naive, he was not stupid. He picked up the copper candlestick and smashed his head violently. Taking advantage of his pain, he jumped into the viewing pool from the unlocked rear window. Because An Changqi did not know water, and it happened that someone passed by, he escaped.
It's just that since then, An Changqi has torn off the mask of disguise, not only no longer standing for him, but has repeatedly instigated other brothers and sisters to bully him. Whenever we meet alone, his expression is even more eager to devour him alive. An Changqing's life became more difficult than before. Not only have to deal with the maliciousness of the Quartet, but also try to avoid An Changqi.
It was not until An Changqi was eighteen years old and got married and married, that An Changqing's life was easier. Also deliberately forgot about the past.
It's just that he always thought that apart from himself and An Changqi, no one in the manor knew about this disgusting past.
But I don't want An Zhike to know it all. Since he could know that An Changqi was good to him, how could he not know that An Changqi was evil to him later? The reason for this change, as the head of the family, would he not know
What's more, when he climbed up from the viewing pool, his face was pale from the cold, and he was afraid and afraid, but he didn't dare to go back to Hongyuan, because he was afraid of causing his mother to worry, so he could only go to An Zhike with one ten thousandth hope. , An Zhike didn't even listen, so he reprimanded him and drove him back to Lanhongyuan.
At first, An Changqing only thought that he didn't like him. It wasn't until now that he realized that he actually knew it, he just pretended not to know because he didn't want to be filthy for an unimportant son-in-law and An Zhi.
Hate to the depths, and there is only a void left. Seeing An Zhike's sudden change of face, An Changqing even laughed twice at the moment: "You want me to let him go? I don't! If An Changqi died, how would you say the second uncle and second aunt would react? ?"
His voice was soft and floating, like a ghost. Xiao Zhige held his hand worriedly and called him heavily.
"What do you want to do?" Seeing that his expression was really weird, An Zhike couldn't help frowning, and his tone softened: "What good will it do to you to kill him? Why don't you take your cousin to see the doctor first, and then what will you do? It's up to you to handle it."
An Changqing sneered: "Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid so easy to deceive?"
After he finished speaking, he pulled out the dagger and slowly walked towards An Changqi, who had passed out.
"Changqing!" Xiao Zhige saw his intention and raised his hand to hold him.
An Changqing turned to look at him, his eyes were blank, there was nothing in it, and the whole person was dumbfounded. Xiao Zhige's heart twitched, his palms gently caressed his side face, and whispered in his ear: "I'm still here, don't get your hands dirty."
Moving his palm down, Xiao Zhige pressed heavily on his shoulder, and half-forcefully pulled out the dagger in his hand and threw it in the grass. He just took the Wujin spear and approached An Changqi.
"My lord!" An Zhike subconsciously stopped him, but was frightened by the fierce eyes he swept over, and stayed in place for a while.
"Don't worry, Xiangguo, I will save his life." Xiao Zhige smiled slyly, like a debt collector Shura, and chopped off An Changqi's leg with his spear.
An Changqi, who had passed out, was awakened again by the severe pain, clutching his pants and screaming in a shrill crotch, then rolled his eyes, and passed out completely, the withered grass was sprayed with blood.
Xiao Zhige put away his gun, looked at An Zhike with an extremely ugly expression, and implicitly threatened: "I am ordered to stay, and the rest will be handed over to An Xiangguo. If you want to come to Xiangguo, you don't want to go to your Majesty to confront me. Bar?"
An Zhike knew that it was An Changqi's misbehavior this time, not to mention the chaotic affair of his cousin coveting his cousin, and the An family's 100-year-old reputation would be destroyed. For Xiao Zhige's threat, he could only grit his teeth and recognize it.
He looked at An Changqi, who was bleeding profusely, and could only bow his hands to the two of them hastily, and hurriedly called for someone to carry them.
Without the outsiders, Xiao Zhige sympathetically touched An Changqing's cheek and sighed, "Why are you so stupid? If you just killed him like this, wouldn't it be cheap for him? You also took the blame for An Zhike."
"I'll teach you how to vent your anger." Xiao Zhige lightly touched the corner of his red eyes: "I will never let An Changqi live for three days, and An Zhike can't live in peace. Okay?"
An Changqing looked up at him, her eyes gradually turning red. It's just that he gritted his teeth stubbornly and refused to cry, his teeth were clenched tightly and his eyes were wide open. As if arguing with someone.
Xiao Zhige sighed, pressed his face on his shoulder, and stroked his back with a strong palm: "Cry if you want to."
An Changqing opened his mouth and breathed heavily, but the tears in his eyes fell in a string, wetting Xiao Zhige's shoulders. Xiao Zhige patted him on the back one by one. Although his movements were unfamiliar, he was extremely gentle.
After crying silently in his arms for a while, An Changqing snorted and backed away, saying hoarsely, "Thank you."
Xiao Zhi lightly rubbed his red and swollen eyelids: "I don't need to say 'thank' to me."
There was a faint sound of hurried footsteps in the distance, Xiao Zhige looked down at him, thinking that he didn't want to be seen in such a troubled state, and asked, "Go back first?"
An Changqing shook his head: "Go to see my mother first, she will be worried."
Ignoring the people who came after, the two left from the other side. An Changqing's eyes were still red and swollen, and instead of going to Lan Hongyuan immediately, she took Xiao Zhige to the viewing pool on the other side, which was rarely visited.
He was silent for a while, then suddenly pointed to a wing across from the pool and said, "An Changqi just tricked me there."
Xiao Zhige's eyes were slightly deep, and he clenched his hand.
An Changqing's hands were extremely cold, and her voice trembled slightly, but she didn't stop: "But he didn't take advantage of it either.
It seems that he just needs someone to listen to, An Changqing continued: "I have always wondered, it is his son, why does he hate me so much? I thought it was because of my mother's background, but now I want to understand... "
He concluded with a blank face: "He never thought of me as his son."
Otherwise, which father would allow his son to be insulted by his cousin and ignore it
Xiao Zhige frowned, he was not good at comforting people. After thinking about it for a long time, I can only say: "When I was born, there was a bad omen in the sky, and the emperor tried to drown me. It's just that my life was too big, and I didn't die. Later, my mother and concubine forced me to beg for death, and I saved my life. ."
Although neither of them deserves to be a father, speaking of it, it should be Emperor Anqing, let alone a thing.
An Changqing turned his face in surprise, and after seeing his serious expression, his originally gloomy mood suddenly brightened. Thinking about it, Xiao Zhige was born in the royal family, his biological mother died early, and he was not favored by the emperor. At the age of twelve, he went to the border to join the army. How dangerous the border is, and the suffering, I am afraid, only he himself knows.
It's just that the King of the Northern War is iron-boned, and he never acts for outsiders.
Compared to what he had experienced, it was nothing. Grabbing Xiao Zhige's sleeve and wiping his face, An Changqing showed a smile: "He doesn't treat me as a son, so I just don't have this father. It's not worth being sad for him."
"Yeah." Xiao Zhige brushed his thumb over the mole under his eyes and said, "And me."
The iron-boned King of the Northern War did not speak love words, but these three simple words fell heavily on An Changqing's heart. An Changqing stared at him in a daze, thinking in a trance that if she didn't fear him so much in the last life and was wronged to go to him, she thought this man would stand behind him when he was sad.
He leaned slightly, stretched his arms around him, felt the man's beating heartbeat, and said "I'm sorry" in a low voice.
Xiao Zhige only thought he was still wronged, and patted him lightly on the back.
"Shall I take you to see my mother?" An Changqing rubbed his arms in his arms, raised his head and said.
Xiao Zhige looked down at him, the boy in his arms raised his eyebrows, and there was still a blush of grievance at the end of his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were already curled into a smile, his voice was soft with a hoarse ending, and his expression was close and trusting.
"Okay." Xiao Zhige's heart softened, and his expression softened unconsciously.
An Changqing adjusted her appearance in front of Chi Shui, and after confirming that she could see nothing, she took Xiao Zhige to Lanhong Garden.
Lanhong Garden was not built very much, it was originally an exquisite small building. Because the place is slanted and neglected, it has become more and more dilapidated over the years.
Xiao Zhige frowned before entering the door. An Changqing was accustomed to such dilapidated scenery. Before I stepped in, I called out a clear and cheerful mother.
An Xianyu, who was embroidering with her nanny in the courtyard, saw him first and rushed to meet him eagerly. When she saw Xiao Zhige beside him, she stopped in fear and looked at An Changqing hesitantly, not knowing what to do. What is it called good.
Seeing her fear, An Changqing also knew that this timid temper could not be changed in a short time, nor forced her, so she said softly, "Where's your mother? I'll bring the prince to see her."
"Well?" There was a coughing sound from the room, and then a thin woman came out holding the door frame. The woman was wearing a heavy blue cotton robe with no hairpins on her head. She was originally a very ordinary person, but when she raised her head to look at her, the face with gorgeous features and haggard features made the dilapidated courtyard pale. Even the bloated and old cotton robes became pleasing to the eye.
Xiao Zhige looked at the woman, and then looked at his own princess who strode over and threw himself into her arms, secretly sighing that the rumors were true, that An Changqing was exactly like his mother. Only a pair of phoenix eyes resembled An Zhike, less tender and cowardly, more tough and a little extravagant.
An Changqing suddenly saw her biological mother, who had been dead for many years, and she couldn't help but threw herself into her mother's arms. She shed a few tears in excitement and grievance, only to realize it later, and Xiao Zhige was still watching. It's on.
Embarrassed, he secretly wiped his eyes, and muttered softly, "I'm eighteen, mother, don't call me that name again."
Yu touched his face with a loving expression: "No matter how old it is, it's my mother's 'hehehe'."
An Changqing blushed slightly, so she had to change the subject, and brought Xiao Zhige, who was standing at the door, over, and introduced embarrassedly: "Mother, this is the King of the Northern War, and I will bring him to meet you."