The Tyrant’s Beloved Empress

Chapter 23

Seeing Xiao Zhige walking towards the main room with his spear, Zhou Helan hesitated for a moment, then raised his heel. +++Mobile reading visit m.

Although he couldn’t figure out where he caused the prince to displease his eyes, he also saw that the Northern Warlord was not as cruel and unreasonable as the rumors outside these days. Moreover, the person who is the princess right now, because the princess regards the princess seriously, he can’t go beyond the princess to deal with him.

With determination in her heart, Zhou Helan’s footsteps became more brisk, and she followed Xiao Zhige to the main room.

An Changqing just changed his clothes. Today he is wearing a moon-white dark brocade robe, which is still the clothes sent by Tianyifang. Although it is not a precious material, the tailoring work is very meticulous. Cotton wadding is added to the winter brocade robe, which is somewhat bloated. But this Yuebai brocade robe closed the waist just right, and then tied it with a waistband slightly darker than the moon white (color) color (color), even in winter, it can show a somewhat suave posture. It was originally carefully tailored, but now it is worn by An Changqing, which highlights the magnification effect, and every move is full of joy.

Xiao Zhige glanced at him silently, his eyes swept over Zhou Helan who was waiting, his tone didn’t fluctuate and said, “I’m going to cook porridge again today?”

“No.” An Changqing straightened the jade pendant on her waist and said with a smile: “Yesterday, I posted a recruitment list to recruit staff. There are a lot of people who unveiled the list. Today I have to go to the shop to pick people.”

After confessing the crime, the original steward and the man were sent to the government with a confession. For example, there is no one in the Yifang today, and An Changqing and Zhou Helan are still in charge for the time being. But there is no shortage of people in this shop, and An Changqing and Zhou Helan can’t just spend it on this shop, and (gan gan) took the opportunity to post a job listing to recruit people.

Xiao Zhige heard the words, was silent, and said, “I will go with you.”

Ok? An Changqing looked at him in surprise, frowning in embarrassment. Looking at Xiao Zhige’s cold face called Renfa, An Changqing was actually reluctant to take him to the shop. Imagine that he was hiring people, and Xiao Zhige sat there with a cold face. People who applied for the job might have to be scared away.

But some things are hard to say too straightforwardly. An Changqing rolled her eyes and said, “Is the prince okay today? The chores on the shop may not be finished for a while.”

The implication is that things in the shop take too much time, and the prince might as well be busy with other things first.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Zhige nodded when he heard it, and said blankly: “Nothing, let’s go.”

An Changqing: “…”

Seeing him guarding the side like a door god, An Changqing was silent, and had to take him and Zhou Helan to Tianyifang with him.

Many people have been waiting at the gate of Tianyifang, and more people have come to apply than he expected. An Changqing asked An Fu to open the door of the shop and let people in and wait before he and Xiao Zhige and Zhou Helan stepped forward. .

The person who was originally rubbing his hands in the shop and talking quietly, after seeing An Changqing who came in first, smiled subconsciously, and was about to take the opportunity to say a few words to the princess, but his eyes caught a glimpse of Xiao Zhi, who was half a step behind. Ge. The corners of the people’s mouths that were half raised suddenly froze, and they all fell silent.

It seemed that a group of quails who had seen their natural enemies, bowed their heads and dropped their hands, did not dare to pant loudly.

An Changqing’s mouth twitched, which is why he didn’t want to bring Xiao Zhige. But this is the end of the matter, people are already sitting on the side, and nothing more is useless. An Changqing had to pretend to be business as usual, and let An Fu collect the resumes of everyone first.

There were a total of fifteen people who came to apply for management. An Changqing looked at the resumes of these fifteen people in turn, but only five people met the requirements. Because Tianyifang had already made a mistake once, An Changqing’s requirements for stewardship were even higher. Therefore, in the end, only these five people were left, and Zhou Helan would conduct an assessment, and then select the most suitable candidate from them.

The five people who were left were very happy at first, but after the assessment began, they felt the icy eyes of the prince sitting above from time to time, all of them sweated on their foreheads, and even the hand holding the pen was trembling slightly.

After finally ending the assessment, the five of them all breathed a sigh of relief and exchanged glances with each other, all helpless and sad.

—I haven’t seen the prince come in the first few days, so why did you let them catch up today? They were so scared that they didn’t dare to talk to the princess, which was really unlucky.

The Northern Warlord sitting high above didn’t know that he had been disliked. He didn’t (inser cha) on the shop, and at this time (inserted cha), he just sat aside, listening to An Changqing and Zhou Helan. Discuss which person is more appropriate.

The two have their own preferences. Zhou Helan has always been not afraid to speak up on business matters. At this time, even in the face of An Changqing, she tried her best to persuade An Changqing. An Changqing also insisted on his own opinions, and the two people’s argument between you and me seemed to be a superfluous ornament.

Xiao Zhige’s icy gaze swept across Zhou Helan several times, and he quietly tightened his lips.

At the end of the argument, the two people each stepped back and compromised, and both of them wanted them. They were both deputy managers and jointly operated Tianyifang. After that, the one who did better was promoted to the manager.

On the way back, An Changqing was very happy. Today’s debate with Zhou Helan inspired him not only to allow the two managers to supervise each other, but also to transfer the trained managers to other shops, so two years later. It is better to mobilize and promote a group than to let certain managers have long-term power to dominate and grow their ambitions.

When Xiao Zhige saw him sitting on the carriage and was still thinking about the shop, a deep gully formed between his two black eyebrows: “There is a sugar shop in front that sells pine nut candy.”

“Huh?” An Changqing stopped thinking and looked up at him suspiciously.

Xiao Zhige: “I heard it’s delicious, I’ll buy it for you.”

“Who told you?” An Changqing asked curiously. He had long felt weird, Xiao Zhige was not a glutton, but he could always buy him a variety of delicious foods every time.

“subordinate.”

The king of the Northern Warfare cherished the words like gold. Seeing that his clear eyes finally looked at himself, the folds between his eyebrows were much smoother: “Eat?”

“Eat.” An Changqing smiled and looked at him: “Will the prince eat with me?”

Xiao Zhige sat in a precarious manner, with his hands on his knees, still looking majestic, but at this time he did not hesitate to respond to the words of the princess: “Yeah.”

…

Because he was going to buy pine nut candy, the coachman turned to another lane, and when he passed through an alley, he could vaguely hear a suppressed quarrel.

“Is the child in Jiaoying’s belly yours?”

“What if it’s mine?”

“How dare you? That’s mine!”

The arguing person didn’t notice the carriage on the other road, and he kept arguing in a low voice, but An Changqing keenly caught the word “Jiaoying”. He got up and opened the curtain, signaled the coachman to stop, and then called to An Fu. A look (color), let him look at the other end.

The two were still arguing, and the middle-aged man looked like he was not getting in: “If you hadn’t hidden people in the nun’s house, I would have carried them in.”

“Now it happens that my seed is broken in my stomach. Pick an auspicious day and bring it in. Maybe I can still give birth to a fat kid.”

The younger man gasped and said, “Uncle Six, you don’t want to deceive people too much!”

The man called Uncle Six sneered: “You are still a little tender when you **** someone from me. Don’t you know? The husband of the little wave hoof was played thoroughly by me before he died, so you are still alive. Baby…”

The two of them quarreled and separated. The young man seemed very angry, kicked viciously on the wall, and then took a step away.

After watching the whole journey, An Fu cautiously returned with a weird expression: “It’s the fourth son and sixth master of the Zhongyong Hou’s Mansion…”

Zhongyonghou has five brothers, but only one younger brother, Xing Liu, known as “Master Six”.

The fourth son of Wu is the concubine of Zhongyonghou, Wu Junshu.

An Changqing recalled the Jiaoying they had mentioned during their argument. It was obvious that Wu Junshu had already known that Jiaoying was pregnant, and that what Jiaoying was carrying in her belly was not his seed, but the seed of his sixth uncle.

The two of them hide in this corner, just to fight for a widow.

Thinking of Wu Junshu’s polite appearance on weekdays, An Changqing’s eyes burned with anger. This man turned out to be a widow who committed adultery with his uncle, killing his sister and helping her to become the wife of the house in the end.

This is nothing short of a slippery world! Uncles are fighting for a daughter, this is the house of the loyal and brave mansion with a clean family style?

Anger was burning in the (chest xiong) mouth, An Changqing gritted her teeth, and said every word: “Find a chance and stab this out.”

He wanted to see if this happened, would Wu Junshu have the face to marry his sister!

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Perhaps even God couldn’t get used to the nasty affairs of the Zhongyong Hou Mansion. Before An Changqing found a chance to poke the matter out, he heard Tiehu report back and forth, saying that the nun’s house outside the city was set on fire.

The fire was set by the crazy woman.

“Where is Jiaoying?”

“Jiaoying happened to be outside at the time and escaped a catastrophe.”

This is really going to be dozing off. Someone handed a pillow. An Changqing groaned a little, and said: “Send someone to report to the Zhongyong Hou Mansion, and report to the official by the way. Be sure to bring the government officials over.”

Tiehu took his orders and left. An Changqing called An Fu to prepare a car and went to the Nunnery outside the city in person.

When An Changqing arrived, the fire in the Nunnery had just been extinguished, and the originally neat Nunu Nunnery was burnt to black, leaving only broken walls. Among the ruins, a mad woman ran up and down waving her hands, yelling: “The vixen is dead. The vixen is dead, my son, my mother will avenge you…”

The villagers around in twos and threes were watching her, and no one dared to step forward.

The groom picked an inconspicuous position and parked the carriage. An Changqing looked through the curtain and saw Jiaoying clutching her belly and cowering to the side. Seeing that, she was afraid that the mad woman would find her.

An Changqing looked at her coldly, silently calculating when the other two would arrive.

He was thinking about it when he saw a carriage coming quickly. Before it stopped, a man in his 30s and 40s hurriedly jumped out of the carriage, yelling “Jiaoying” anxiously. His expression was eager, and he couldn’t even pay attention to the pointing of the villagers.

Jiao Ying, who was shrinking aside, saw his tears fall first, and stood up tremblingly and called “Liu Ye”.

Wu Liu rushed over, carefully helped her up, and looked up and down: “Is the child okay? Did you hurt the child?”

Jiaoying clutched her belly, timidly and fearfully said: “No, I’m taking good care of our children…”

As soon as the voice fell, I heard a voice hesitatingly call out: “…Jiaoying?”

Jiaoying’s body became stiff, and she subconsciously pushed Wu Liu away. Turning his head to look at the person calling her, his face (color) changed several times, and finally he turned into a distorted and somewhat weird ugly expression: “Si, Shiro, why are you here…”

The author has something to say: #Today is an ornamental counselor who occupies a place

Counseling: I didn’t buy it into pine nut candy