Chapter 138 Good friends usually don’t kiss

Guanghua Hall.

The emperor sat there for a full quarter of an hour before he began to feel his face, which had become numb from the wind.

He exhaled.

[I am freezing to death...]

[I am such a fool...]

He glanced at An Jiu.

[Not as good as the silly goose, although ugly but warm...]

An Jiu wordlessly moved the brazier forward and asked tentatively, "Your Majesty, do you want to take off your cloak?"

The emperor nodded.

An Jiu took off his cloak and poured him a cup of hot tea. The emperor drank it bit by bit and felt like he was alive again.

He exhaled again, thinking that he had to be kicked in the head by a donkey to think that looking good was more important than being cold.

After such a hard time, the emperor was in no mood. Before going to bed, he specifically instructed: "Don't let the idiot run around."

Prince Ruyang came back to cause trouble. There must be spies in the palace. He didn't want the idiot to run out and catch a cold, otherwise he would be the one to suffer.

An Jiu nodded to show that he understood.

The emperor was speechless for a moment, thinking that her attitude was perfunctory, and went to sleep with a cold snort.

An Jiu added a few more braziers. Seeing Aunt Qu coming over, An Jiu asked, "Aunt, does His Majesty have a scarf or something like that?"

Aunt Qu said yes.

Not only that, there are many more. The emperor's scarves are all made of fur, either pure white fox fur, black fur of some unknown animal, or red. In short, they are all good things. He even has a lot of hats, which are fluffy and very cute.

An Jiu imagined what it would look like when the emperor wore it...

"Your Majesty thinks it looks feminine and unmanly, so he rarely wears it." Aunt Qu stroked the fluffy hat and said helplessly, "You are so grown up, but you act like a child."

It was difficult for An Jiu to understand the emperor without a hat, just as she could not understand Xiao Fuzi without cotton pants.

I guess I have the second-year syndrome.

While she had some time, An Jiu took some needle and thread to make something. Suddenly, she felt that the light was blocked by a huge black shadow. When An Jiu looked up, she saw the big-eyed tyrant looking at her intently.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes?" An Jiu stood up and took the emperor's shoes.

The tyrant put it on and sat down to let Anjiu comb his hair.

My God, it was Anjiu who untied my hair just now...

"Why don't you just not comb your hair? We're going to bed soon."

An Jiu talked to him as if he was coaxing a child, but the tyrant snorted coldly.

"You look ugly without combing your hair." He looked at Anjiu with an unhappy face: "I want a bow."

An Jiu rolled his eyes to the sky. A slave's life is to do slave's work, but...

An Jiu smiled and said, "Let's do a different hairstyle today."

The tyrant looked at her.

An Jiu took out a furry hat.

"Your Majesty, this hat is very nice. You will look very handsome in it."

The tyrant really couldn't resist the fluffy thing. He took the hat and put it on his head, looked around, and seemed very satisfied.

An Jiu braided his hair into two low ponytails so that when he wore a hat it wouldn't be pressed against the top of his head by the bun.

The tyrant couldn't wait to put on his hat and look in the mirror.

Very satisfied.

Very happy.

An Jiu clapped her hands: "Okay, let's go to sleep in the pink quilt."

She was sleepy too.

An Jiu was very selfish. She didn't want to work the night shift in Guanghua Palace, so as long as she took the tyrant away, she would have a legitimate excuse not to go to work. Then, if she let the tyrant sleep, she could also sleep in. It was so cold that even the emperor had to get up early, but she didn't.

Just tell me whether it feels good or not.

Hahaha.

The tyrant obediently put on a big fluffy cloak, a fluffy hat, and a fluffy scarf, and followed Anjiu out.

An Jiu's room was small, and considering that the emperor was there, Eunuch Li gave her the best charcoal, which was of the same standard as the one in Guanghua Palace. After lighting the fire and adding the charcoal, the room soon became warm.

The tyrant sat on the bed. An Jiu asked him to sleep, but he refused.

He stared at the small stove, waiting to eat sweet potatoes.

An Jiu was stunned.

After all, we have a palace banquet tonight with delicious fish and meat, and you actually want to eat sweet potatoes?

What kind of poor guy wrote this domineering story?

"No today, let's eat it tomorrow." An Jiu coaxed him.

He frowned.

“Not happy.”

An Jiu was speechless: "I really don't have any now. I'll give it to you tomorrow. It tastes better when baked in the oven..."

With just these words, she saw the light bulb above the tyrant's head light up at that moment.

An Jiu knew it was over.

This piqued his interest...

"no……"

"Yes." The tyrant stood up, walked to her, looked into her eyes and said, "Yes."

An Jiu: "No, it's too late, no..."

"Eat, eat, eat."

"I have to eat, I have to eat, I have to eat."

“Eat, eat, eat.”

An Jiu "..."

I am really impressed.

She wanted to kill herself for speaking.

The tyrant was like the button that started a tape recorder. No matter what An Jiu said, he had only one purpose.

eat.

"You must be the reincarnation of a starving ghost." She let out a breath.

So the two of them went out late at night.

"His Majesty has come out." Lin Shi pointed at the door and said. Lin San looked again and saw that the emperor had disappeared into the night.

Lin San exhaled a breath of cold air and said weakly: "Chase."

Perhaps it was too cold today and the guards were not there, so the two of them quickly entered the imperial kitchen.

There are sweet potatoes in the palace, which are used to make sweet potato porridge for the servants. There are quite a lot of them in the imperial kitchen. An Jiu originally wanted to find a stove to roast them, but then he thought that since he was already here, he might as well roast them in the oven. And since he was going to roast them, he couldn't just roast one or two.

Fortunately, this oven is very large. An Jiu lit the fire skillfully and put the sweet potatoes in. He found that there was some leftover fish, so he added some seasonings to marinate it. After the sweet potatoes were ready, he grilled the fish.

The tyrant squatted by the stove, his expensive furs hanging on the ground.

An Jiu felt so distressed that she picked up all the fur and let him hold it.

The tyrant obediently held the lower half of the fur and continued to watch the oven.

After looking at it for a while and seeing it still wasn't cooked, he became impatient.

"When is a good time?"

An Jiu said: "It will take a while."

The tyrant frowned: "I want to eat now."

An Jiu "..."

She was a little angry and pointed at herself: "Come on, do you think I look like a sweet potato? Do you want to eat it?"

The tyrant frowned at first, then walked up to her and pecked her on the mouth, then squatted down and looked at his sweet potatoes.

An Jiu "..."

no……

no……,

In their place, good friends usually don't kiss each other.

She stared at the tyrant.

This guy is wearing a furry outfit. When he squats, he is so big and looks like some kind of long-haired animal...

An Jiu exhaled.

This is really different from the luxurious emperor in TV dramas.

However, after reading the memorials recently, I have gained some understanding of this era.

In the entire continent, in addition to Daxia and the Chu State they mentioned earlier, there are many countries large and small. Daxia is already considered a powerful country, but in An Jiu's opinion, it is poor and backward.

The nobles ate relatively well, but the common people not only did not have enough to eat, they didn’t even have a decent piece of clothing.

In weather like this, who knows how many people are freezing to death or starving to death outside.