After I died, the sickly prince turned black

An Qi blinked, wondering why Zhao Yan had such a sudden expression, and couldn't help but feel a sudden jump in his heart.

"Third Prince..." An Qi subconsciously pulled the thin quilt to her body: "Why are you looking at me like that all of a sudden?"

Seeing An Qi's uneasiness, Zhao Yan stretched out his hand to stroke his hair soothingly.

"I'm not afraid... I just feel that coming here to find you every time is like cheating on you."

Zhao Yan frowned, but his tone was firm and calm.

"Wait a little longer. I'll let the eldest brother marry us when he succeeds to the throne. In this way, even if the concubine mother disagrees, I can only recognize you as my daughter-in-law."

"Give, grant a marriage?" An Qi, who was originally anxious, was stunned by these words.

"Yes." Zhao Yan continued to feed him and said, "If it wasn't for the poisoning of the father, I originally planned to ask him to marry us, but now I can only wait a little longer, and I have wronged you."

An Qi shook his head: "Actually, there's nothing wrong with being like this now."

He has no roots at all, except for his identity as a secret guard, he has no name, surname, relatives, or reason in this world.

Being able to have someone who treats each other sincerely is already a blessing earned, how can we expect too much?

An Qi really felt satisfied, thinking of this, he smiled at Zhao Yan, his clear eyes were shining brightly, but Zhao Yan's heart ached when he saw it.

Putting the bowl aside, he stretched out his hand and hugged the person into his arms.

"The little guy is so easy to satisfy?" Zhao Yan kissed An Qi's nose, and said with a smile: "Your man is the third prince, why should you pursue a little bit, how can you be satisfied like this?"

"What pursuit?" Dark Seven blinked at him.

Zhao Yan said: "For example, if I become a concubine of the third prince, when I am crowned king in the future, then I will become a concubine, and go to the feudal land and have a good time!"

An Qi didn't answer the words, just looked at Zhao Yan pursing his lips in foolish joy.

Looking at Zhao Yan, his heart was so soft that he wished he could pack him up and take him away now.

But after thinking about it, he said seriously: "You see, we are both like this, don't run away next time you see me? You run away when you see your man, how much does your man hurt your self-esteem?"

An Qi rolled his eyes with a real smile this time: "I'm used to it, just, I want to run when I see the third prince's body, it's not that I want to run."

"Little villain!" Zhao Yan lifted An Qi's chin, squinting his eyes: "Do you mean to make your man mess up on purpose?"

An Qi shook his head solemnly: "No."

"I believe you are the one to blame, let's see how I punish you!" Zhao Yan kissed An Qi and fell back on the bed little by little.

Realizing what Zhao Yan was trying to do, Dark Seven was terrified, and his first reaction was to run, but he was crushed to death.

Unable to run away, he raised his hand to give Zhao Yan a knife in the back of his neck, but Zhao Yan quickly grabbed his hand.

"You want to sneak attack on your husband again?" Zhao Yan lifted the quilt: "Be good, don't move."

"No, no..." An Qi was so frightened that he wished he could shrink himself into air.

However, Zhao Yan is like the Five Elements Mountain sitting on Sun Wukong's head. Even if he practiced the bone shrinking skill to perfection, he couldn't get through a gap, except for suffering.

Outside the house, Hu Chang listened to the lingering movement and shook his head, then turned around and went back to the servant of the Third Prince's Mansion whom he had found.

"The third prince had a hangover yesterday, and he hasn't woken up yet. Brother, let's go back first. When I turn around, I will tell the third prince." Hu Chang said.

"This……"

The boy looked embarrassed, but he had no choice but to nod in the end, and left first.

Hu Chang watched the young servant leave, and shook his head and sighed again.

……

Not to mention how drunk Zhao Yan was lying in the gentle village, how Zhao Zhen was busy working in Dali Temple, You Ziqing entered the palace and met Concubine Hui and came out of Qinqin Palace, but was blocked by Eunuch Feng.

"This old slave has seen Concubine Ning." Eunuch Feng bowed his waist and saluted, and then said: "Concubine Ning, the emperor has a call."

"The emperor summoned me?" You Ziqing raised an eyebrow.

Eunuch Feng smiled like a Maitreya Buddha: "Exactly."

Seeing what You Ziqing was thinking, she immediately made a gesture: "Please, Princess Ning."

You Ziqing glanced at Eunuch Feng and nodded.

When approaching the emperor's bedroom, Eunuch Feng looked around and slowed down.

Seeing that he seemed to have something to say, You Ziqing slowed down.

"Concubine Ning, don't worry, this old slave has sent someone to Dali Temple to inform His Highness Prince Ning." Eunuch Feng paused: "Look at this old slave, the emperor is in a good mood."

You Ziqing smiled: "Thank you, Eunuch, for your suggestion."

Eunuch Feng nodded with a smile and didn't answer any more. When he brought You Ziqing in front of the emperor, he greeted the servants and retreated respectfully under the emperor's gaze.

In the bedroom that smelled strongly of medicine, You Ziqing was left alone for a while to face the emperor's unpredictable scrutiny.

After a long time, the emperor seemed to be tired, with half-closed eyes, leaning against the head of the bed sickly.

To You Ziqing who was still kneeling on the ground, he said indifferently: "Get flat."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." You Ziqing stood up.

Even after being left in the air for so long, his expression was indifferent, never arrogant or impatient, and his eyes were calm and steady.

The emperor saw it in his eyes, and while appreciating it, he couldn't help sighing.

"Do you know why I summoned you?" After a while, the emperor spoke first.

"I'm stupid," You Ziqing said.

Hearing the words, the emperor gave a low laugh with no clear meaning.

"A small scholar of the Hanlin Academy can disturb the wind and rain, and he can lead troops to attack Dala without a general. How can such a person with both civil and military skills be dull?"

The emperor opened his eyes and looked at You Ziqing. Although his eyes were cloudy due to illness, and he did not see the majesty of the emperor in his body, and even showed his dying state, the words he spoke were sharper than arrows.

"At the beginning, the minister was just a servant beside the sixth prince, and what he did was just obeying orders."

As if he didn't understand the deep meaning of the emperor's words, You Ziqing bowed his hands and saluted, with an expression of embarrassment after being praised.

"As for the attack on Da La, it was also the third prince who led the army, and the minister was also enthusiastic. If he showed the bravery of a reckless man, he is both civil and military."

The emperor just squinted at You Ziqing, and raised his eyebrows after a while.

"Oh?" The emperor turned his eyes away: "I hear what you mean, did you do it at the beginning?"

"The Sixth Prince has capable ministers and counselors by his side, and the minister is only a small servant, so he is also instructed to do trivial things."

You Ziqing lowered his eyebrows.

"Besides, the minister is dull, even if the sixth prince cares about the friendship of his classmates, with a little care, the minister can only be a errand and odd job."

"You're pretty clean." The emperor sneered coldly, "Even if you're really an errand and odd job, it's not something you can get out of at a critical moment!"

Upon hearing this, You Ziqing simply knelt down: "I am really stupid, please let the emperor make clear."

"Your heart is like a mirror, so why do you need me to express it?" The emperor looked at You Ziqing who was kneeling on the ground expressionlessly: "Since you are pretending to be confused, then I will make it clear to you."