Guanghua Hall.

The emperor sat there for a full quarter of an hour before he felt his numb face begin to feel something.

He exhaled.

[Freeze 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 himself coming back to life.

He exhaled again, thinking that he must have been kicked in the head by a donkey to think that looking good is more important than being cold.

The emperor was in no mood after suffering such a punishment. 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, and he didn't want the idiot to catch a cold, otherwise she would be the one who suffered.

An Jiu nodded to indicate 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.

No, there are many more. The emperor's scarves are all made of fur, not pure white fox fur, but black fur of some unknown animal, and also 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 makes you look feminine and unmanly, so you rarely wear 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'm sick.

While she had some time, An Jiu was using 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 so ugly without combing your hair." He looked at An Jiu with an unhappy face: "I want a bow."

An Jiu rolled his eyes to the sky. He said, "My slaves are ordered to do my job, but...

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

The tyrant looked at her.

Anjiu took a furry hat.

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

As expected, the tyrant refused anything furry. He took the hat and put it on his head, looking around, seeming very satisfied.

An Jiu braided his hair into two low pigtails, so that when he wore a hat, it wouldn't be pressed against 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 she wanted to take the tyrant away. She had a legitimate excuse not to go to work, and if she let the tyrant sleep, she could also be lazy and sleep in. It was so cold that the emperor had to get up early, but she didn't.

Tell me if it's fun or not.

Hahaha.

The tyrant obediently wore a big fluffy cloak, a fluffy hat, and a fluffy apron, and followed Anjiu out of the door.

An Jiu's room was small, and considering that the emperor was there, Eunuch Li gave her the best charcoal, the same specifications as the one in Guanghua Palace. After lighting a fire and adding 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 it now. I'll give it to you tomorrow. It tastes better when it's baked in the oven..."

With 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 want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat."

"Eat, eat, eat."

An Jiu: "..."

I am really impressed.

She wanted to kill herself for speaking.

The tyrant is like the button that starts a repeater. No matter what An Jiu says, he has a purpose.

eat.

"I hope you will be reincarnated as a starving ghost." She breathed a sigh of relief.

So the two of them left the house late at night.

"Your Majesty is coming." Lin Shi pointed at the door and said. When Lin Shi looked again, the emperor had disappeared into the night.

Lin 庘 took a breath and said weakly, "Chase him."

Perhaps it was too cold today, 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 cook sweet potato porridge for the servants. There are quite a lot of them in the imperial kitchen. An Jiu wanted to find a stove to roast them, but then he thought that since he was 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 was 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 and waited for the sweet potatoes to be cooked before grilling 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.

Seeing that it was still not cooked after a while, 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, do you think I look like a sweet potato? Do you want to eat it?"

The tyrant frowned at first, then stepped forward and pecked her on the mouth, then squatted down to look 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 quite large and looks like some kind of long-haired animal...

An Jiu took a breath.

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 before, 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 were not well fed and did not 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.