The Tyrant’s Beloved Empress

The surrounding people crowded around curiously, but they didn't intercede for him as Wu Junshu expected, instead they were all gesturing. +++ Catino Novel Network www.wuxiaspot.com

"The princess dare to stop the carriage, don't you want to kill?"

"Yes. How can a kind-hearted person like the princess beat the mandarin duck?"

"After that, I grew up quite vigorously, but I looked a little familiar? Isn't it a young man?"

"Just the clothes he wore, how about the son? Then I can be the son again hahahaha..."

The development of the matter was completely different from what he expected. Wu Jun twitched his skin and looked at the carriage that was not moving. His expression was ruthless, and he knelt down and said: "Please be kind to the princess, I Yu Xianyu has been... already..."

Before he could finish speaking, An Changqing angrily lifted the car curtain, and said sternly: "Tiehu, palm!"

Tiehu had long been impatient when he heard him chuckle and crookedly. At this moment, he jumped out of the carriage and slapped his slap twice while holding his collar. It was not enough, and he removed his chin to prevent him from being a dog. Can't spit out ivory.

Wu Junshu didn't expect that he would dare to do it in the street, but he could only whimper a few times while holding his painful chin.

"Wang Concubine, you don't want to deceive people too much!" Suddenly another woman rushed out of the oblique stabbing, holding Wu Junshu sadly and mournfully: "Junshu and Lingmei had a marriage contract long ago, and Lang Youqing's concubine was interested. Even if you beat the mandarin ducks, why do you still hurt people?"

An Changqing sneered: "Not to mention that my sister's marriage to Gongzi Wu was facilitated by her aunt. From the engagement to the divorce, she never met with Gongzi Wu. Just say that Gongzi Wu was not with him a few days ago. Does the uncle fight for the widow in the nun's nunnery? What? That widow died, so Master Wu changed his mind?"

Wu Jun's face (color) was embarrassed, but he could only cover his mouth and screamed "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

An Changqing raised his voice again: "The fathers and fellow villagers also bear witness. The third son of the loyal and brave Hou Mansion did make a marriage with my sister. But not long ago he made such a nasty scandal, I didn't want it. My younger sister entered this tiger-wolf den and wanted to break the marriage, but my father was thinking about the friendship with Zhongyonghou. I couldn't disobey my father's order, so I reluctantly agreed to this marriage. But who knows that Wu Jun's book is not only tasteless. Without morality, he also committed (rape jian) crimes and violated the criminal law. Zhongyong Hou’s house was ransacked, and Wu Junshu was also dismissed from office for abusing his power to occupy his land and his fame was taken away. How dare I entrust my sister to him?"

"A few days ago, my father let go and went to the Wu family to dissolve the marriage contract. He also returned the loyalty. He said that from now on, the marriage of men and women is different (gan gan). Who knows that the Wu family promised, but now they are here. Destroying my sister's reputation on the street! It's a shame!"

The woman on her knees was anxious: "You can't say that...we..."

"Are you Wu Junshu's biological mother?" An Changqing interrupted her: "You are a concubine, originally a servant, but the Zhongyong Hou's mansion has fallen, how can you take your turn to call on the marriage of the two families?"

The woman's expression changed, and Nana was speechless.

After hearing these words, the surrounding people finally understood. The person who said before said quickly, "I said I saw him, it turned out to be from the Zhongyong Hou Mansion! When they were taken away by the Dali Temple that day, I was watching outside the Hou Mansion!"

"Bah! This family is not a good thing. If I am my daughter, I am not willing to marry such a thing? I still have the face to make trouble on the street!"

"shameless!"

"So shameless!"

"I dare to spoil my lady's innocence and beastly heart!"

The angry people picked up the rotten vegetable leaves and stones on the ground and threw them at the two. Wu Jun couldn't speak at the mouth of the book, so he could only glared at him, and yelled "Ahhhhh". His biological mother was still stiff, but now that everyone was angered, no one was standing on her side, and she didn't dare to make a sound, she only covered her face with her hands.

An Changqing glanced at them blankly, as if seeing something dirty, and returned to the carriage: "Let's go."

The Royal Palace carriage drove past the two slowly, and the people finished throwing the leaves, and then sipped at them with a sigh of relief before going to their own affairs.

When the crowd dispersed, the two people let go of their heads and looked around, hiding in the alley like a mouse crossing the street. But I didn't want to run into An Changqing who was waiting for them.

An Changqing looked over with her hands behind her back and blankly.

Wu Junshu subconsciously wanted to run, but was stopped by the iron tiger who was copied by the bread. Tiehu kicked his leg, dragged the two of them all the way and threw them in front of An Changqing: "Wang Hao, what should I do with these two people?"

An Changqing lowered her eyes, looking down at the two men who were (exposed) fearful (color) condescendingly.

He just wanted to do this. It's just that the people on the street are watching, and they still have to be cautious, so that the mother and son have been jumping for so long.

Wu Junshu was startled by the hatred in his eyes, curled up and retreated, but he didn't prevent An Changqing from kicking his heart, making him scream in pain. Tiehu was afraid that he would scream too loudly to attract people, so he tore a piece of cloth from the hem of his clothes and stuffed it into their mouths.

"Only you are worthy of Xianyu's name? Do you dare to ruin her reputation?"

The powerless anger of the last life was vented at this moment, and An Changqing kicked him a few times again: "Don't you like that widow? May I send you to reunite with her?"

"Um...ahhhh..." Wu Jun desperately smashed his head and begged for mercy, (body shen) shaking like a sieve.

He regretted, he shouldn't continue playing An Xianyu's idea. The man said that as long as An Xianyu's reputation was destroyed, he would marry someone back home. With An Changqing's current status, there would be many dowries. By then, he would be able to live without worry even if he could not be an official.

Who knows that An Changqing, who used to be the only promise, could be so cruel.

He gritted his teeth thinking that it was really black near the ink, and kept kowtow begging for mercy, bursting into tears.

An Changqing closed her feet in disgust, looked at him coldly, and said to Tiehu: "Is there any place where they can live and die?"

Tiehu scratched his head: "Xingtang? There are so many tricks there."

An Changqing shook his head. He didn't want the lives of these two people: "Is there any more?"

"Then the mine in Yanzhou." Tiehu said, "There is an iron mine in Yanzhou. Many guilty people were sent there to mine."

"Then send them both. Don't let them run."

"Yes." Tiehu said with a smile: "Wang Hao, don't worry, they can't run. Someone in the mine is watching. They can't get out before their sentence has expired."

Wu Junshu and the auntie were pale, but they couldn't resist the power of the iron tiger. They were dragged down without any resistance and sent to the Yanzhou Iron Mine.

...

An Changqing let out a long sigh of anger from the previous life. Take a group of people to the original Tianyifang.

All the winter clothes in Tianyifang have been collected, the quantity has been counted, and the warehouse has been sealed. The steward handed in the keys and the shop seal again, and the work for the year was completely settled.

Looking at the seal on the warehouse and thinking of the winter clothes full of dangling, An Changqing felt much more relieved about the coming winter. He could do nothing in the last life, but in this life he can do his best.

***

Three days have passed like a white horse, and it is New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye.

On the evening of this day, there will be a banquet in the palace, and the royal relatives, third-grade and above officials, and family members will enter the palace for a banquet. An Changqing and Xiao Zhige are no exception.

Because he could not spend New Year's Eve in the mansion, An Changqing set the reunion banquet in the mansion at noon. An Changqing and Xiao Zhige, the Yu family and An Xianyu, plus Zhou Helan's mother and son, make a total of six people.

In the kitchen, a large table of food was prepared. Since there were already few people and all of them were their own people, there was no separate table and we ate the New Year’s Eve dinner together.

The people who had been busy for a year also got rewards, and they also set up a few tables of food outside, which was a rare and lively year.

In the afternoon, An Changqing put on a dress and entered the palace with Xiao Zhige.

There were a lot of people entering the palace on this day, and the emperor's relatives, relatives, and court officials were numerous, many of whom were new faces that An Changqing had never seen. The carriage stopped in front of the gate of the inner palace, An Changqing and Xiao Zhige got out of the carriage, and saw that the people waiting in front of the gate had a pause, and subconsciously leaned to the side, greeted one after another.

Even on the festive New Year's Eve, Xiao Zhige did not see any joy (color) on his face, but An Changqing raised a smile and nodded to these officials and family members: "Are you waiting for the sedan chair here?"

Everyone present had only heard of the name of the princess of the Northern War, but it was the first time to see the deity. Suddenly when he was questioned, he didn't know what kind of attitude he should use to deal with, and the atmosphere froze for a moment.

After a while, someone replied: "Yes, a batch has just left, I am afraid I will have to wait."

After the answer, no one spoke. Everyone stood on both sides, only Xiao Zhige and An Changqing stood in the middle. Seeing that they didn't speak, An Changqing didn't ask herself to be boring, so she stood with Xiao Zhige and bit her ears quietly, asking him to tell herself the identity of these people.

He has read the list of officials' family members who came to the banquet today, but he has never seen anyone, and he can't match his face with his name.

The silent crowd saw that the Northern Warlord, who had always been unsmiling, lowered his head and bit his ears with the princess. He stared at each other for a long while, and his eyes were shocked.

After waiting for half an hour, the soft sedan chair came. Everyone respectfully asked the two to go first. Seeing Xiao Zhige nodding slightly, An Changqing got on the sedan chair first. Instead, Xiao Zhige looked around, then returned to his carriage and took a hand warmer down.

Everyone saw him lift the car curtain, handed the hand warmer in, and said with the usual solemn voice: "Hold your hand."

An Changqing took the hand warmer, smiled at him, and urged him to get on the sedan chair. The intimacy can be seen in words.

Waiting for the sedan chair to leave slowly, waiting for everyone with different looks (colors), and those familiar with each other silently exchanged glances.

Mrs. Xiao Wenbo glanced at the person next to him, and said, "I see that the prince is really considerate. It really is a passion for newlyweds. Unlike our old couples and wives, they have been blowing cold wind for a long time here, and no one asks. sound."

Xiao Wenbo's face (color) flushed: "Madam, you!"

Mrs. Xiao Wenbo rolled her eyes, closed her cloak, and walked towards the soft sedan: "Let's go."

The author has something to say: Here: Why are you so popular? Look at so many people who don't care about you.

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