The Tyrant’s Beloved Empress

Chapter 51

The tall (body shen) body is close to his back, the man’s head is placed on the side of his neck, his face is in, and the gentle warm breath hits the skin. Finally, An Changqing has a kind of this person who is still alive. A sense of stability. +++ Catino Novel Network

Clenched fingers loosened, and seeing other people hesitating to step forward, An Changqing raised his hand and nudged the man, and said in a low voice, “Let go of me, go back first.”

However, the man behind was motionless, breathing smoothly.

An Changqing looked sideways with difficulty, but was facing the man’s enlarged face. The deep and sharp eyes were closed at this time, and the eyes were slightly blue, and even the drooping eyelashes were full of fatigue.

The man fell asleep on his back like this.

After seeing the man, the anger and grievance surging in my heart suddenly disappeared at this moment, replaced by slivers of distress and helplessness. The hardened heart softened a little bit, An Changqing didn’t want to wake him up, but she had to push him: “Master, wake up, go back to sleep.”

Xiao Zhige rubbed his neck and grunted vaguely.

Next to him, Qi Wei and others said cautiously: “Should we…Should we carry the general back?”

An Changqing hesitated, still shook her head, letting the man lie on his back, clasping his arms tightly with both hands, and muttering in a low voice, “I’ll take you back, don’t fall asleep, I I can’t bear you back.”

Xiao Zhige seemed to be aware of it, and responded vaguely, lying on his back, letting An Changqing carry him half-back to the general’s mansion.

Qi Wei watched screamingly, and said with envy: “When can I find such a gentle and beautiful daughter-in-law? Why is the general so blessed?”

“I advise you to run less to the general’s mansion these few days, so as not to suffer from the fish.” Xie Ling sneered beside him, he did not forget that the princess saw the general but turned around and wanted to leave. This is obviously still alive. . Right now, the general had just returned. After waiting for two days, he didn’t know how to vent his anger.

Xie Ling held up his hand and said with a serious face: “Bei Di has withdrawn. There have been a lot of things in the barracks these days. I will go to see the general after a few days.”

After speaking, he strode away in a meteoric manner.

Qi Wei was inexplicable, looking at Tiehu: “Lao Tie, what does Xie Ling mean?”

Tiehu (touching Mo) (touching Mo) head, confronted him dumbfounded: “How do I know this! Isn’t he talking about it all the time?!”

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An Changqing returned to the general mansion with Xiao Zhige on his back. There were many enthusiastic people along the way who wanted to help, but An Changqing shook his head and refused.

Helping the person back into the room, An Changqing ordered Chen Su to boil hot water, and he personally took off the armor for him.

The man didn’t know where he went these days. Before he set off, his silver armor was full of blood and dust, and his boots were still damp. Even the snow-white shirt inside has become black, yellow, black and yellow.

An Changqing looked worriedly at the wound on his left shoulder, but found that the wound had already cracked and dried up, and the dark red (colored) blood stains tightly adhered the shirt to the wound. An Changqing tried to pull the clothes off lightly, but found that the shirt was completely connected to the blood (flesh). With only a light pull, the man frowned in pain.

Not daring to pull at random, An Changqing had to look for the scissors again, cut the jacket into pieces, and then stuffed the man into the bedding.

Xiao Zhige seemed really sleepy, no matter how An Changqing fiddled with him, he did not wake up.

His face is covered with mud, and there are wounds to be treated. Chen Su boiled the water before he came back, so An Changqing spread his hair, got up and went to the doctor in person.

Soon after he left, Chen Su came in with the boiling hot water, but as soon as he reached the bed, he felt a sharp line of sight shooting over. He was startled and looked over subconsciously, facing Xiao Zhige’s cold gaze.

“General.” Chen Su shrank his neck and whispered.

Xiao Zhige did not respond, only looking at him coldly. Chen Su was staring at his scalp numb, he hesitated, put down the hot water and slid quickly. It happened that An Changqing brought Hu Shifei over and ran out as if Chen Su had seen a ghost.

“what’s happenin?”

Chen Sudao: “The general is awake.”

An Changqing was overjoyed, and hurried into the house, and saw the man open his eyes as expected. He yelled “Lord”, but saw the man with his eyes wide open. After watching him for a few breaths, he closed his eyes again, and his breathing gradually stabilized.

Hu Shifei originally came to Yanzhou with Tiehu, and has been helping in the barracks ever since. Hearing that the general came back, he packed up and rushed over. As a result, as soon as he reached the door, he ran into An Changqing, who was walking outside, and was pulled over by him.

After finishing the clothes, Hu Shifei stepped forward to check and said: “It’s just tired. But the wound hasn’t been treated for a long time. (Routine) is connected to the clothes and has to be cut with scissors. Otherwise, the weather will be warm and suppurative, I’m afraid it will hurt the meridians.”

An Changqing was shocked when she heard it: “Then cut it.”

Seeing Xiao Zhige’s body dirty, Hu Shifei coughed, and said, “After the wound is cleaned, it is not suitable to be pulled. The princess should first ask someone to clean the body of the prince to clean (shen) the body and replace it with ( Gan) Clean the bedding, I will deal with it again, without delay for a while.”

After thinking about it, An Changqing asked Chen Su to take Hu Shifei outside to wait. With the hot water sent by Chen Su, he twisted the veil and wiped Xiao Zhige’s body a little bit.

In addition to the wounds on his shoulders, Xiao Zhige also had many scarred wounds on his body. He carefully avoided these wounds and changed two buckets of water before scrubbing (dry gan) his whole body up and down. Moisten the hair with a wet kerchief and scrub (dry gan) and tie it again, and finally put on (dry gan) pants. People were asked to bring in new bedding and put them on again.

Perhaps with him beside him, Xiao Zhige didn’t wake up halfway this time.

When Hu Shifei came in again, he took a bottle of burning knife in his hand. Yanzhou Duo Liquor, this kind of burning knife liquor (sexual xing) is strong and cheap, so it is sold in ordinary pubs.

Seeing An Changqing had been packed up, Hu Shifei opened the box he was carrying, took out a piece of (dry gan) net gauze, dipped it into the wine jar and soaked it, and then directly covered the wound on Xiao Zhige’s left shoulder.

Xiao Zhige frowned and snorted, and blood vessels burst out from the side of his neck.

An Changqing frowned, but Hu Shifei was not at all ambiguous, and told him: “I’m annoying the princess and hold the prince, don’t make him move.”

An Changqing had to (take off tuo) off his shoes and socks (on shang) bed, half-kneeling on the inside and holding his body, not letting him move.

Hu Shifei used spirits to clean the wound over and over again, then took out a pair of sharp scissors, soaked it with spirits, and then went to deal with the wounds (meat rou) on the wound.

The bad (meat rou) and the sticky cloth were dug out together, and the fresh wound was bleeding red blood. The man closed his eyes tightly, but his eyebrows were frowning from pain, his body bounced uncontrollably from time to time, and a dull grunt was made in his throat.

An Changqing was shocked when she saw it, so she could only open her eyes, bend her back, and chat with his forehead as comfort.

Hu Shifei acted ruthlessly and moved quickly. After a while, he treated the wound, wiped off the blood stains, sprinkled medicated powder, and wrapped the wound with gauze. At this time, An Changqing and Xiao Zhige were sweating on their foreheads. An Changqing took a breath and said dumbly: “There is Doctor Laohu.”

Hu Shifei waved his hand: “You don’t have to be polite, the princess. After that, the wound should be recuperated and just wait for the (rou) to grow back. I will change the dressing for the prince every day. Let him rest today.”

After sending Hu Shifei out, An Changqing took the veil again and wiped the sweat from the man’s forehead (dry gan).

Probably the pain has disappeared, and the man’s brows loosened, and he looks much calmer. Right now it was time to take a break, An Chang Qingsuo (sexual xing) (off tuo) climbed inside the outer garment, pinched the man’s nose, and said, “I will let you go for the time being, and I will talk to you later.” You settle the account.”

The man did not move his eyebrows and fell asleep hard.

An Changqing snorted, carefully covered him with the quilt, hesitated, got into his arms, hugged the uninjured arm, and fell asleep peacefully.

On the second day, An Changqing was awakened by the sun.

Dazed in a daze on the warm (chest xiong), An Changqing opened his eyes, just to meet the man’s deep gaze.

The man tilted his head and looked at him with his eyes half drooping. He didn’t know how long he looked at him.

An Changqing loosened his arm, rubbed his eyes and sat up: “When is it?”

“It’s almost noon.” Xiao Zhige said.

An Changqing was stunned: “It’s so late?”

Then he frowned, a little annoyed: “Why didn’t the prince call me, it’s already time for lunch?”

The man’s cheeks became thinner and thinner, and it was obvious that he had been living in the air during the time he left Yanzhou, and it was not easy.

“I’m not hungry.” Xiao Zhige’s mouth curled up: “I just want to see you.”

When encountering quicksand in Evil Ghost Ridge, with no food and no exit, he kept thinking about An Changqing. Think about what he is doing in Yanzhou at this time; do you already know that he is not in Yanzhou; if he doesn’t go back, will he be angry with him?

After all, he promised that he would definitely go back.

So no matter how difficult it is, he is back. If he doesn’t come back, there should be no one to coax him when he gets angry.

An Changqing’s cheeks were slightly hot, and he glanced at him, and ran out barefoot: “I’ll ask someone to pass the meal.”

Xiao Zhige looked at him with a happy back, his eyes reluctant to leave for a moment.

An Changqing asked people to bring in food, because he was afraid of Xiao Zhige’s gastrointestinal discomfort, so he prepared clear porridge and light and easy to digest vegetables. Xiao Zhige sat up, put on his outer clothes, and ate with him.

After eating, the soldiers outside Hou withdrew Xiaoji, An Changqing found a comb again and combed his messy hair.

Xiao Zhige turned his back to him, and asked in a deep voice: “I’m not in Yanzhou these days, how are you doing well?”

An Changqing paused slightly, and then continued to comb his hair. Yun Danfeng said softly: “The Lord is not here these days, I slept well, what’s wrong?”

He said yes, but his words were full of grievances.

Xiao Zhige remembered the **** armor he saw when he saw him last night—he had come down from the city wall. At that time, he was fighting (to kill sha), and the wall was extremely dangerous. He shouldn’t be there.

“What did you do on the wall last night?” Xiao Zhi Ge Suo (sexual xing) asked in a deep voice.

“I beat the drums on the city wall to cheer.” An Changqing stopped and did not hide him: “The people in Beidi said that you are dead, I don’t believe it. Nor can the soldiers and people in Yanzhou believe it.”

Xiao Zhige’s eyebrows jumped, and his tone solemnly said, “Naughty! In case something goes wrong…”

“You go and attack the Royal Palace of Beidi, and I will guard the city together with the soldiers of Yanzhou and wait for you to come back.” An Changqing interrupted him: “You are back, I will be fine.”

Xiao Zhige choked, turned his head and looked at him solemnly.

An Changqing raised her head slightly and stared at him without retreating, with unspoken anger and grievance hidden in her eyes.

When Xiao Zhige reached his lips, he couldn’t say the lesson anymore. He sighed, took the person in his arms with one hand, and apologized in a low voice: “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t hide it from you.”

An Changqing’s nose was sour, and she buried her face in his (chest xiong) mouth in embarrassment, and said in a choked voice: “You don’t know how scared I am.”

I don’t know anything, I can only firmly believe in the promise he made, and believe that he will never break his promise. Such ignorant waiting, in the dead of night, seemed like a fire, putting him on the torture frame, and tormented over and over again.

Whenever he couldn’t hold on any longer, he was like telling the soldiers and the common people, hypnotizing himself over and over again-he was on his way back.

He will definitely come back.

“I’m sorry…” Xiao Zhige lightly (kissed wen) the top of his hair and cheeks, hugged his thin shoulders distressedly, and said in a deep voice: “I promise, there won’t be another time.”

An Changqing sniffed, lifted her face from his arms, staring at him with red eyes and nose, and said fiercely: “The next time you come, you can go by yourself.”

The author has something to say: counseling: …I don’t want to live it myself, I want to live it peacefully.

Here: Huh.

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Coming! Today is the counsel of coaxing his wife, but it is a pity that Ako who is not very skilled in coaxing his wife.