The Tyrant’s Beloved Empress

Chapter 1

In the winter of the third year of Yuanxi, Yejing had its first snowfall. +++Mobile reading visit m. The feather-like snow fell one after another, blocking the scattered blood on the ground. A carriage galloped past the street, whirled a few times with snow and ran away.

On the quiet street, the roar of the man awakened the sleeping family.

“Hurry up! Hurry up!”

Xiao Zhige flushed his eyes, clasped the weak person in his arms hard, slowed down his voice and calmed down: “Don’t be afraid, I will take you back to the palace, nothing will happen…” The man’s cold voice was extremely soft. , As if for fear of disturbing the person in her arms.

In his arms was a handsome man, with a gold-woven robe, a white jade crown, long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, the roots of the mountain were straight, and the lips were moist and pale pink. There is also a mole under the corner of the left eye, which adds a touch of beauty to him. If it weren’t for his pale face (color) at the moment, and a faint wisp of blood (color) spilling from the corners of his mouth, this sight of the beauty in his arms might be another romantic affair.

“His Majesty…”

The slender eyelashes trembled, An Changqing struggled to open his eyes, and Xiao Zhige’s worried face was in sight.

He was a little startled. The two have been close for ten years, but they are not close. Back then, Xiao Zhige did not question his wishes, and asked to marry him, the Queen Mother Yizhi (qiang). He was full of fear and unwillingness. He was always two-pointed and three-pointed fear of Xiao Zhige.

Perhaps Xiao Zhige could see his reluctance, but he didn’t (qiang) forced him. The two spent the years in the palace separately. Later, when Xiao Zhige became emperor, the two of them just changed places and continued to live separately.

Such an intimate hug is the first time. Although the relationship is not deep, Xiao Zhige’s anxiety does not seem to be false. An Changqing even thought about it, but the rumors outside were not all true.

“Changqing…” Xiao Zhige met him with a trembling voice, and asked in a low voice, “Does it hurt?”

An Changqing recovered and wanted to shake her head, but the internal organs suddenly burst into pain, as if someone stabbed a sharp knife in her body, and then twisted the handle of the knife to puncture the soft organ Twist, pound the internal organs into a pool of mud.

“It hurts…” An Changqing bounced like a water fish, her teeth clenched, but more and more blood spilled from the corners of her mouth.

Xiao Zhige hugged him harder and harder, as if he wanted to help him relieve, but couldn’t do anything. He could only stroke (touch Mo) his hair in vain, comforting him over and over again: “I will be here soon, I will be here soon…”

The rapid sound of horseshoes stepped across the palace gate and drove straight into the Qiwu Palace.

More than a dozen imperial physicians had already knelt down outside the hall to welcome him, Xiao Zhige took the person in and put them on the bed carefully. The eunuchs did not dare to get out of the air, bowed slightly and looked forward in an orderly manner.

An Changqing closed her eyes tightly, with cold sweat on her forehead, the blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth could not even wipe the handkerchief, and her clothes gradually became red.

The doctors shook their hands and finished the pulse, you look at me, I look at you, and finally knelt on the ground together. The court judge with gray hair and beard knelt down on his knees and said with a trembling voice: “The minister is incompetent, your majesty forgive me!”

In a word, the ending was pronounced.

“What’s the use of raising your trash alone?!” Xiao Zhige kicked fiercely at the mouth of the elderly court judge. He has always had a violent temper. After years of training with great strength, he kicked a man against the gilt bronze stove in the corner. The judge vomited a mouthful of blood, but there was no time to wipe it, and then quickly got up and knelt on the ground, trembling and shouting: “Your Majesty, please spare your life!”

“Your Majesty, please spare your life!” The remaining imperial doctors immediately followed to grab the ground with their heads, both of which were two battles.

Xiao Zhige panted heavily, only to feel that a string in his head was about to break. Mian (qiang) calmed down his anger, and the yin bird swept across the imperial physicians begging for mercy, and said solemnly: “Give me a cure! If the cure is not possible, you will all be buried with the queen!”

…

An Changqing was awakened by a burst of crying. He opened his eyes in a daze, only to feel that (body shen) body was lighter, and the pain that tormented him disappeared, as if he could fly in the next moment.

He thought so, and he did. Wandering out of the hall door, I saw that under the steps, the palace maids and eunuchs of Qiwu Palace were kneeling all over the floor, each wailing with sorrow and fear.

Xiao Zhige, dressed in a bright yellow dung dragon suit and a rising dragon crown, stood alone on the steps, his brows and eyes filled with hostility. It is very strange that An Changqing always feared him before, and she wanted to avoid him on weekdays. But looking at it now, I am not afraid anymore. I only feel that under the man’s violent and gloomy expression, there are many emotions that he can’t distinguish.

An Changqing looked bewildered for a while, and when he saw the An family being taken to the front of the palace, he vaguely understood Xiao Zhige’s intentions.

Yesterday it was his father, Prime Minister Daye An Zhike’s 65th birthday, guests at the Xiangfu banquet, Xiao Zhige also took him there. Unexpectedly, An Zhike, together with the former abandoned prince Xiao Qi’an, put on a banquet at a grand feast, waiting for Xiao Zhige to enter the urn with him.

Xiao Zhige noticed in advance, and escaped a catastrophe, but he drank poisoned wine, and before the rebellion subsided, he became poisonous. Looking down at the semi-transparent palm, An Changqing’s mouth reluctantly twitched, no more pity for the An family.

On this day, blood was flowing in front of Qiwu Palace. Nearly fifty people were living in their homes. They were beaten to death by more than a dozen experienced executioners. The dripping blood spread along the feet and gathered into a sea of ​​blood, even the air was full. It is the smell of human blood. The palace man who knelt by and watched the execution was terrified and trembling, even the blood soaked his knees, and he did not dare to move.

Xiao Zhige, the emperor of Yewu, was known for his brutality. From the beginning of his battle with Beidi when he was a boy, the shame of 60,000 Beidi was defeated. After three years of ascending to the throne, he went to war with militants, and the people of Daye had no corpses everywhere. Coupled with today’s appearance, I am afraid that the notoriety has risen to the next level.

However, Xiao Zhige didn’t care anymore.

The guard was ordered to throw the An family’s corpse into the mass grave, and Xiao Zhige entered the Qiwu Palace alone.

The Qiwu Palace has been cleaned up (dry gan), and there is a bronze gilt heating stove in the corner to make the inside of the hall warm; in the center of the inner hall is a large carved red sandalwood bed with dark gold (color) curtains hanging down , Indistinctly able to see the figure lying on the (bed chuang).

Xiao Zhige subconsciously softened his expression, walked over lightly, and lifted the curtain.

The blood stains on An Changqing’s face were scrubbed (dry gan), and her long black hair was tied back with a sapphire crown, and she looked peaceful, as if sleeping peacefully. Xiao Zhige looked at him quietly for a while, and stretched out his hand as if he wanted to thrash him. Halfway through, but he shrank back, he was worried about something. The man’s mouth overflowed with a wry smile: “No matter, you never liked me. At this time I won’t make you unhappy anymore.”

An Changqing, who was floating on the side, opened his mouth and wanted to say no. He didn’t dislike him, he just never really understood him. Every time I see him with extremely hostile brows and eyes, and then think of those horrible rumors, I will instinctively fear, and naturally I no longer dare to take the initiative to get close.

It’s just that no matter what he wants to say at this time, it is already too late.

Xiao Zhige stayed alone for a while, then called the palace clerk to come in and sent An Changqing’s body to the funeral. The palace people lowered their hands and closed their eyes, came in quietly, and then filed out with An Changqing’s body.

In the end, Xiao Zhige was left alone.

An Changqing looked at his back, only to feel that the emperor with a straight back seemed to have also been stained with a heavy dusk by the setting sun.

“Master, do you want to eat something?”

A familiar voice suddenly rang in her ears, An Changqing opened her eyes in a daze, and she saw An Fu’s white dough-like festive face. Seeing him not speaking in a daze, An Fu called out again: “Master?”

An Changqing moved her body in a daze, feeling weak and weak. It seems to have become a ball of cotton, soft and fluttering, and the movements are not real, as if it is not one’s own (body shen) body.

Yes, it really shouldn’t be his (body shen) body, after all, he was dead a long time ago, transformed into a ray of soul and wandered for many years.

An Fu panicked when he saw him like this, and hurriedly wanted to go out and call someone, “Is there something wrong with the medicine? Master, wait! I’m going to call the doctor!”

After speaking, he ran out in a hurry, but unexpectedly bumped into a group of people walking in.

“This is going out, what are you still running around?”

It was a middle-aged man with a clear appearance and a pair of Danfeng eyes exactly like An Changqing. He was An Changqing’s father, Prime Minister Da Ye and Jing An Hou An Zhike. He followed his wife Li and Li’s maids, and there were a few people with big waists behind him.

An Fu hurriedly knelt down and replied: “The son is a little uncomfortable, maybe because he took too much medicine yesterday…”

This marriage, An Changqing, was unwilling at first. Although the folk customs of Daye are open and the south wind prevails, there has never been a precedent for marrying a male wife. What’s more, the Northern Warlord King Xiao Zhige was notorious in Yejing. He was rumored to be moody, brutal and bloodthirsty. Every month, he was carried out by his servants who were beaten to death and disabled. Even if An Changqing is just an unfavored concubine, but let him marry Xiao Zhige and become a trembling concubine from then on, he is not reconciled.

All he was thinking about was to gain fame and fame as soon as possible, and to protect his mother and take care of his sister.

But the marriage to the Northern Warlord shattered all his plans.

He also tried to fight, but what he got was just a pack of loose tendons. After eating, he was so embarrassed that he could only let the maids play and dress like puppets, and put on red happy clothes.

“No need to trouble, the welcoming team in the palace has arrived.” An Zhike waved his hand, his eyes stopped on An Changqing’s face, and then he said, “Help the third young master go out.”

In a dizzy time, An Changqing was covered with a red hijab, and was picked up by two servants and walked out.

He couldn’t use his body, and his mind was confused. In a trance, he only felt that the two arms holding him were extraordinarily powerful, and the pain from his arms was extra real, and it didn’t look like a dream at all.

On the sedan chair, the welcoming team blew and beat, and paraded around Yejing to arrive at the Northern War Palace.

The palace was full of guests, and everyone was talking and laughing tacitly, as if they were watching a farce.

The birth mother of the Northern War King died young, and when he was ten years old, an immortal master of Taiqingguan sent an order, saying that he was too hostile and (killing sha) was embroiled in evil. Therefore, Emperor An Qing became more and more unhappy. But at the age of twelve, he asked himself to go to the military to practice. Eight years in the border, Xiao Zhige has become one of the twelve generals of Daye from a nameless pawn, holding the military power of Yanzhou in his hand, all relying on the merits and glory of the dead mountain and blood (killing sha). The Northern Warlord Xiao Zhige was named Kill sha) God”, not only the people of Beidi were frightened, but even the people of Daye feared his brutality.

There are even children who sing in the market: the **** of heaven (killing sha), the world of Tai Sui, the asura of the underworld. Xiao Zhige’s fierce name is evident.

Xiao Zhige’s fierce reputation became more and more prosperous, and Emperor Anqing became less and less happy with this son, but he had to rely on him to guard Yanzhou against the Beidi people. Under the balance of the two, he could only turn a blind eye to this son. Originally worried that he would give birth to thoughts that he shouldn’t have, now he actively refused to marry the queen mother, saying that he likes men, and he wants to marry An Xiangguo’s third son as a concubine. Although absurd, it is also reassuring.

Under the great joy of Longyan, Emperor Anqing even ordered Zongzheng Temple to prepare well, and the marriage of the Northern War Palace was so lively (fuck cao), even a bit more lively than when the prince was married. It’s just that the guests who came to watch the ceremony sincerely congratulate them or want to watch the excitement of the Northern Warlord, only they know.

During the banquets, there were also people who grimaced for the three young masters of the Xiangfu. A poor beauty fell into the hands of the violent Northern Warlord. It is still unknown how to be quelled and whether he can survive the wedding night.

Speaking of which, the three young masters are not small in Yejing. His biological mother was An Xiangguo’s concubine, who was once a Qing concubine in Fangyuan, the largest brothel complex in Yejing. Born (yan yan), soft and charming, graceful (yan yan), and talented in singing and dancing. At that time, he was known as “the first beauty in Yejing”. Following the good looks of her biological mother, An Changqing was exquisite and lovely when she was a child, and at least when she was young, her brows and eyes were open, and she became more charming and handsome. It’s just that the beauty is beautiful, but she is a straw beauty with an empty stomach. She was heard that she once angered the master and was expelled from clan studies.

The guests expressed regret on their lips, but with an expression of interest on their faces, watching An Changqing, who was covered with a bright red hijab, was helped by Xipo to get off the sedan chair.

With her head covered, An Changqing could only see the inch of the ground under her feet. His dizzy mind was now clearer, and the weakness of (body shen) body also disappeared. Now he only had doubts, but he didn’t dare to act rashly, so he could only let Xi Po help him down.

Can stand firmly, and a skeletal palm stretched out in front of him. The knuckles are slightly thick, and the fingertips and the tiger’s mouth are covered with calluses. At first glance, they are accustomed to swords and guns. Further up is a section of red and gold-rimmed suit and wide sleeves. As for the others, they can’t be seen because of the red hijab blocking the line of sight.

—This is Xiao Zhige’s hand.

An Changqing’s heart was pounding, and he remembered that when he was married, he had such a hand stretched out to him. It’s just that he was full of unwillingness and fear of the future at that time. Dare to be angry with Xiao Zhige, but refuses the hand he stretched out with silence.

Did not even take a good look at this weather-beaten palm.

Gently pursing his lips, An Changqing remembered the emperor who had been drinking alone in Qiwu Palace in the years after his death and was desolate but silent.

Life is always lived by people. He chose the hardest path back then, hurting himself and hurting others. Although I don’t know why it is back to the wedding day, An Changqing wants to try another way.

Before retracting that hand, An Changqing held it slowly and firmly.

That hand was as rough as imagined, and the cocoon in the palm of the palm rubbed against the skin, prickling it, but there was also a solid sense of stability wrapped in it.

Xiao Zhige felt the softness of the palm of his hand, and a strange light was drawn across his unfathomable eyes, the yin bird between his eyebrows scattered for a few minutes, and his cold lips curved out a shallow arc imperceptibly.

The two of them walked to the main hall before releasing their hands and holding the two ends of the red silk instead.

The **** Sili sang loudly in a sharp and thin voice, “Worship heaven and earth—”

The two stood side by side, a piece of red silk connected to each other, bending down in the sound of singing…