The Tyrant’s Beloved Empress

Snow flakes raged in the cold wind, dust and sand rose up on the official road outside the city. Eight hundred soldiers were lightly dressed and they were able to rush to Yanzhou only waiting for Xiao Zhige's order. +++Mobile reading visit m.wuxiaspot.com These soldiers are all cronies that Xiao Zhige brought back from Yanzhou when he returned to Beijing. After spending two or three months in the prosperous place of Yejing, he heard that he was about to leave. Back to Yanzhou, everyone's morale was high. The neat response is even vaguely heard standing at the gate of the city.

An Changqing was wrapped in fox fur, craned her neck to look at the dust and smoke in the distance. The palace has already spread the news that the Northern Warlord will rush to Yanzhou to fight against Beidi.

(Touching Mo) (Touching Mo) The package I brought out with me contained light clothes, (dry gan) food and spirits. He specially prepared for Xiao Zhige. It's just that he must have ordered his troops in the camp outside the city at this time, and he doesn't know if there is still a chance to give him this package.

An Changqing sighed softly and unconsciously hugged the package in her arms.

The sound of soldiers calling in the distance also attracted the attention of others outside the city. The porridge shed of the palace is located outside the city of Yejing. In addition to receiving a bowl of hot porridge every morning, this simple shed is also a temporary shelter for people with nowhere to go. Due to the cold weather, a charcoal basin is placed in the porridge shed every night. Compared with some simple inns, the porridge shed is more crowded and there is a charcoal basin, which is warmer instead. Therefore, in addition to some beggars and refugees, some poor scholars will also spend the night in the congee shed.

It's just beggars and scholars, but they are two distinct camps.

An old beggar listened to the sound of horses' hoofs in the distance, and sighed: "It's going to fight again. I heard that the north side was hit by a disaster this time and many people died. I don't know if this battle will be won."

"With the Northern Warlord guarding, those Northern Barbarians still have the courage to come?"

"Isn't it because the Northern Warlord is not at the border?" Someone whispered, "The Northern Barbarian came in shamelessly. If this really breaks the city, I don't know how many people will die."

The beggars here whispered, but the scholar on the other side heard it, with different expressions. Some people couldn't help but sneered: "This big Ye is not only a general of the Northern War King, and he doesn't completely rely on him to guard this side. A (sex xing) military commander with cruel love, are you really a salvation bodhisattva? Really short-sighted!"

The speaking scholar wore a gray-step cotton robe. Although he was squeezed into the not very spacious porridge shed, he also took care of himself neatly. His face was arrogant, and he looked at the beggar on the other side. )disdain.

When the despised beggars looked at the scholar, their eyes suddenly became uncomfortable. The eldest among them pressed his hand down and signaled the others to stay safe. He looked at the talking scholar and said: "We beggars, we have no knowledge. . But I also know that I shouldn’t pick up the bowl to call my mother and put down the bowl to scold my mother. This young man is so dissatisfied with the Northern War King, doesn’t he also live in the porridge shed of the Northern War King’s Mansion?"

Who doesn't know that this porridge shed outside the city was built by the Royal Palace of the Northern Warfare? It is said that the price of rice and winter clothes in the city have risen so high, and only the shop of the Northern Warlord Palace has not increased the price, and the big guy has barely passed over. Later, other shops in the city saw high prices and no one bought them, so they were forced to lower their prices.

The people of Yejing remembered all these things in their hearts. Although it is a good thing that the princess did in detail, no one will say anything bad about the Northern Warlord now. After all, it is said that the husband and wife are one body, and the good deeds done by the princess, can the prince not know?

As for the rumors that have spread all over the streets and alleys before, just listen to it and forget it. After all, no one has seen it with his own eyes, but the blessings received are real. Anyone who has a conscience will have no face to say even if he is still muttering in his heart.

I didn't expect these scholars who were literate to read, on the contrary, they didn't understand the truth with their mud-legs who didn't know a single word.

The scholar who spoke was choked and blushed, and he suffocated his neck for a long while and said, "The Northern Warlord was ordered by the emperor to provide relief. These are his own business. Even if you want to thank you, you should also thank the Lord!"

"Besides, don’t forget, he used to pit (kill sha) tens of thousands of prisoners. Such a cruel man may turn his head (kill sha) and retreat from the Beidi people, and he will (kill sha) the Daye people for fun. !"

The more the scholar said, the more he felt that he was justified, and he proudly said: "Da Ye governs the country with benevolence and filial piety. Such a brutal and addicted general is really not worthy of praise."

"Nonsense." An young beggar sipped at him: "The Beidi people don't have a good thing. If you don't (kill sha), can we put it back and come back (kill sha) for us Ye people?"

"Yes, all the books are in the belly of the dog!"

"I have never read a book and I know better than him!"

What the little beggars like to listen to most recently is the story about the Northern Warlord and the princess by the storyteller. Even the Northern Warlord who was afraid of the Northern Warlord loves the house and rises up, and all of them dream of becoming an enemy in battle. Great hero, can't hear someone say something bad.

The scholar's face turned red and white when he was scolded by the little beggars. He subconsciously turned his head and wanted to seek the support of his companions, but found that all his companions were sitting on the other side, and none of them supported him.

Seeing him look over, someone else said: "Mr. said that we are courteous, righteous and shameful. Since we have been favored, we should be grateful. Instead of being ungrateful and shameless people."

Looking around, they are all contemptuous. The scholar looked around, and there was no one willing to stand with him, so he snorted angrily and flung his sleeves out of the porridge shed.

Behind him there was a little beggar shouting: "Don't come when you are really capable!"

***

An Changqing didn't know what happened on the other side of the congee tent (fafa), and of course he didn't know. The reputation of Northern Warlord Xiao Zhige had begun to quietly change. At this moment, he was sitting in the porridge shed, looking forward to the direction of Daying, holding the package he wanted to give Xiao Zhige in his arms.

With a glimmer of hope in his heart, thinking that Tiehu is still with him, Xiao Zhige shouldn't set off directly.

Just thinking about it, I listened to the iron tiger behind me: "Someone is coming!"

An Changqing stood up abruptly, looking eagerly toward the official road in the distance. On the snow-covered official road, a person galloped up on a horse, and the black golden gun behind it refracted the cold light and rolled up the wind and snow all the way.

"It's the prince." Tie Hu said.

Before he could say anything, An Changqing had already picked up the package and ran out.

The blizzard outside was bigger, but An Changqing didn't feel cold, her eyes fixed on the figure that became clearer and clearer, and the smile on her face got bigger and bigger.

Fortunately, Xiao Zhige didn't set off immediately. He still has a lot of things to say to him.

Xiao Zhige had good eyesight and saw him waiting in the wind and snow from a distance. He raised his horse whip to speed up and rushed to him in a moment.

An Changqing wore his fox fur, covered with snowflakes, but looked at him with brilliant eyes: "Fortunately, I am waiting here, and it's not too late to see him."

After thinking of something, he quickly stuffed the package into his hand: "I have prepared (dry gan) food and spirits, and the prince will take it with him on the road."

Xiao Zhige sighed, hung the package on the saddle, and brushed him off the snowflakes. He held his cold hand and rubbed it gently: "Why don't you wait in the house? It's cold here."

"I'm afraid you won't be in time." An Changqing knew that he went to the camp outside the city after he left the palace. The war was urgent. He didn't know if Xiao Zhige would return to the house, so he had to wait at the gate of the city, in case Xiao Zhi Ge still has time to return to the mansion, he is waiting here, so he won't have to delay his back and forth time.

Xiao Zhige smiled shortly, stumped his cheek lightly with his fingers, and said in a low voice, "I will leave for Yanzhou immediately. Everything about the palace is left to you, and Tiehu will also stay to protect you. I am. Two hundred soldiers were left in the camp outside the city. If something happens, tell Tiehu to bring my seal to transfer people."

After a pause, he vigorously hugged the person into his arms, and said in his ear: "...Wait for me to come back."

Parting is imminent, men are not good at comforting, they can only use a strong hug to tell their dissatisfaction.

An Changqing rubbed his (chest xiong) with nostalgia, and then withdrew from his arms, and said positively: "I wish the prince will win the victory and triumph soon. I...I will wait for you to come back in the house."

Xiao Zhige glanced at him deeply, turned his eyes to Tiehu, and said solemnly: "You must protect the princess, this is a military order!"

The iron tiger **** (color) was a bit worried about not being able to go to Yanzhou, but the general's serious expression made him realize the importance of the princess (sexual xing), and immediately knelt on one knee on the snow: "The final commander!"

"I am leaving."

Finally, looking at An Changqing, Xiao Zhige strode forward and did not look back this time.

An Changqing had been standing in the snow until he could no longer see Xiao Zhige's back, before returning to his senses in a daze. Obviously, there are still a thousand words to say before, and I can see people, but I have forgotten everything. Clenching a fist in annoyance, An Changqing looked at the horseshoe marks on the snow and said, "Go back."

***

On February 25th, the Northern Warlord led eight hundred cronies to go to Yanzhou day and night.

On the first day of March, an urgent letter was sent to Yanzhou at eight hundred miles, and the Beidi Rilun King Huyan Ate led fifty thousand elites (strong qiang) to attack Yanyun County.

On the tenth day of March, Yejing had intermittent snow for nearly a month, and the heavy snow finally stopped. The gray sky (color) began to clear, the snow melted, and (dew) green and green buds covered by heavy snow appeared.

Spring is finally coming.

The people who had been hiding at home all day finally started to go out to shovel snow. Jing Zhaoyin also dispatched officers and soldiers to clean up the snow, but on the third or fifth day, there were almost no traces of snow in Yejing City, and there was new greenery everywhere.

The porridge shed outside the city was also withdrawn, and there was not much winter clothes left in the stocked rice shop. An Changqing and the shopkeepers calculated the accounts, and they spent a total of 1.3 million taels of silver for winter clothes, white rice and hot coal. Rice grains and winter clothes are sold at normal prices, and another half is used to provide relief to the victims. This calculation is just flat, worthy of a cost. Fo Tan made huge profits. 15,000 catties of Fo Tan made nearly 700,000 taels of silver.

An Changqing sent rewards to the stewards, and then returned to the palace with Zhou Helan.

Now there is only one master left in the palace, and An Changqing is not in the palace all day long. Most of the people in the palace are patrolling the shops of the Zhuangzi. Even the servants in the palace feel that after the prince left, the palace is much deserted.

After washing, Changqing An changed clothes and sat on the (bed chuang) alone, (touching Mo) (touching Mo) the cold bedding, and sighed slightly. Habit is really a terrible thing. It quietly makes you get used to the existence of a person, and then you have to get used to his absence.

After spending a while, he remembered something, leaned over and opened the second cabinet at the head of the bed, and took out the prescription and grease contained in it. He blushed and hesitated for a while, thinking that he should have arrived in Yanzhou early. Someone who had no news returned, finally slowly followed the steps written on the prescription, step by step...

The author has something to say: Counseling: I don’t know if you follow the prescription carefully?

Here:...no! (angry

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It's too late after a bit of modification, I didn't mean qaq

Today, I am taking care of the prescription~ I must be very regretful if I know it!