An Jiu saw the tyrant's reaction and asked with amusement, "Did that white-faced man catch up with you?"

The tyrant shook his head.

That person was very familiar with the palace and ran very fast, and soon he disappeared.

As soon as he ran out, he thought of his mother, so he hurried back, but his mother still loved him, which was too much.

The tyrant is still cricketing in his heart.

An Jiu heard it.

Don't want to care.

She thought about it seriously and analyzed: "That face, if you think about it carefully, only a eunuch would paint it like that."

The tyrant understood, and his brows furrowed: "It was the eunuch who killed my mother."

An Jiu nodded: "Very possible."

I found it strange before. Concubine Chun is also a woman. Even if she lives a life of luxury, she shouldn't be without any resistance.

Unless this woman is stronger than Concubine Chun...

Now I understand.

That person is not a woman, but a eunuch.

A eunuch with his face painted very white sneaked into the cold palace on a dark and windy night and killed Concubine Chun...

No wonder the tyrant was so scared that he dared not come out or move. From his perspective, that person was quite terrifying...

Moreover, the fragrance from the eunuch made him mistake it for a woman...

"It seems that there are not many eunuchs in the palace who like to paint their faces white." An Jiu analyzed seriously: "Wang Decai is one, but he is dead. His apprentice Jizi is one, and Eunuch Li is also..."

But Jiji's age doesn't match.

Could it be...

Eunuch Li?

An Jiu recalled every detail of Eunuch Li. He really treated the emperor as his son. If he harmed the emperor, the emperor would die a hundred times.

But who else are they?

An Jiu wanted to wake up the emperor right now and let him analyze it carefully.

When she looked up, she found that the tyrant was staring at her with a suspicious look.

"What's the matter?" An Jiu asked.

Tyrant: "New clothes..."

An Jiu: "..."

After rummaging through boxes and cupboards to find some new clothes, Tyrant went to change into them. An Jiu, who had recently followed Aunt Qu to learn how to style a few men's hair, tied them up for him.

A handsome and bright emperor appeared.

An Jiu was very satisfied.

The tyrant said happily: "께깇, 놖 let's go out and play."

An Jiu "?"

ha?

Aren't you going to sleep?

The tyrant looked at her with an expression as if asking, who would go to bed after changing into new clothes and tying a new hairstyle? ? ?

An Jiu: "..."

The round-faced palace maid is keeping watch on New Year's Eve.

She drank a lot of water, and when she came out to use the toilet, she saw a black shadow passing by...

The round-faced palace maid rubbed her eyes and thought calmly.

놖Just say that the palace is not clean!

It is true!

It's a little windy tonight, but not cold.

An Jiu was standing on the flower street, and was shocked.

It’s still so lively at this point.

It seemed like half of the people in the capital were here.

People were crowded together, and there were many people selling things on the street. Everything the tyrant saw was new and interesting, and he wanted to buy everything he saw, and in the end he bought everything.

The money paid by An Jiu.

If someone noticed the two of them, the picture they would see was a tall man in pink clothes shopping in front, and a girl holding something chasing after him from behind...

"I'm not even full from the palace banquet, it's so wonderful." Zhang Ming was holding a kebab of lamb. He had often seen Mr. Guo and his friends eating here before, so he knew that the lamb kebabs here were delicious.

께豪 was still frightened: "I was so scared, I thought the emperor really..."

A madman...

He didn't dare say it.

Zhang Ming thought for a while and said: "Although the emperor's behavior is a little strange, it should not be..."

Zhang Ming stopped talking abruptly, his eyes staring straight outside.

"Brother Yan, I seem to have seen the emperor."

He laughed: "The Emperor should be in the palace at this time, how could he..."

He turned his head to look, and then he was also stunned.

"Brother Yan, it seems that you have seen the emperor too."

Yan Wenjie is not like these two big fools. He is thinking about what happened at the palace banquet today.

The emperor he heard about did not accomplish much and was always criticized because he was born out of wedlock.

This is what he thought before today's palace banquet.

However, what happened at the palace banquet still made people feel that something was wrong.

Did the emperor really have no choice but to rebel because he was forced by Prince Ruyang?

Is he really poisoned?

And King Ruyang's later reaction was very strange, it seemed that he was the one who was poisoned.

Nothing is right.

Maybe the emperor is not who he thought...

"Brother Yan..."

Zhang Ming's words brought Yan Wenjie back to his senses. He looked in the direction Zhang Ming pointed and saw the emperor, who had been high and mighty not long ago, walking towards them.

Everyone stopped breathing.

Who is that?

The concubine in the palace?

Everyone's eyes turned to An Jiu again.

At that time, they were sitting far away, and the emperor had many concubines and even more palace maids. They didn't remember anything at all, and now they don't know who An Jiu is.

But An Jiu saw them at a glance, and it was too late for her to hold the tyrant back.

"Don't eat this." He pointed with his finger.

"You're still eating this."

“And this.”

"this……"

An Jiu didn't know whether the emperor asked Yan Wenjie and others to enter the palace, nor did she know whether the emperor had been exposed. She kept herself calm and selected a lot of things with the tyrant. While waiting for the dishes to be served, An Jiu discovered that Yan Wenjie was still staring at them.

Do you still think they are suspicious?

Lord Yan is really conscientious and responsible.

An Jiu forced herself to smile at Yan Wenjie and the others, and pointed at the tyrant: "My brother-in-law..."

Yan Wenjie is a person "..."

Don't you listen to what you are saying? ? ?

but……

Zhang Ming suddenly had an idea. It might not be wrong to say that the emperor was his brother-in-law. The emperor had so many concubines. Maybe he would fall in love with the sister-in-law of one of the concubines...

Zhang Ming looked at the emperor's clothes and hairband, and thought seriously, it's normal for the emperor to have some hobbies.

Who doesn't have a hobby?

When I think about it this way, I completely understand.

"Brother Yan, shall we...shall we leave?" Xiao Hao was so scared that he asked tremblingly.

Have they uncovered some unforgivable secret of the emperor?

Yan Wenjie nodded: "Let's go...let's go."

In fact, I am a little upset. After all, the emperor has allowed them to enter the palace. Is it just a casual remark?

The people paid their bills and walked out hand in hand.

An Jiu lowered his head and pretended to eat, not wanting to greet anyone.

Only the tyrant enjoyed the meal the most.

"Eat it."

He handed over the lamb kebabs, which he had eaten before.

An Jiu frowned.

"I don't want to eat it."

Who eats his saliva.

The tyrant felt a little aggrieved: "You ate all the fat meat, and I gave you the lean meat, but you didn't eat it."

An Jiu took a closer look and saw that the skewers were indeed all lean meat, but only half of it had been bitten off...

If you eat it, it's a bit weird and a bit disgusting.

If you don’t eat…

She looked up at the tyrant.

The tyrant was looking at her expectantly with his eyes wide open.

An Jiu: "..."

"Well, actually, I'm not hungry."

The tyrant was a little angry: "You despise 놖."

An Jiu: "..."

No, don’t you have any self-awareness at all?

If you let others eat what you have eaten and they look down on you, isn't it normal?

What on earth are you feeling wronged about?

An Jiu angrily took a bite of the other skewer of meat, imitating his behavior, and passed it to the tyrant.

"Then you eat this."

An Jiu was secretly proud of himself. Whoever is slapped on the face will feel pain. Let's see if you eat it or not.

However, the tyrant ate the rice without hesitation, and after eating it, he looked at An Jiu proudly.

An Jiu: “…”

It turns out that a slap on the face doesn’t hurt anyone, sometimes it just makes them feel better…

"You eat." The tyrant gave her what he had eaten again.

An Jiu: "..."

I really don't want to eat it at all.

real.

I always feel weird eating it, as if I have some unclear relationship with this guy;

"I'm not hungry." An Jiu refused.

The tyrant was indeed angry.

[Unhappy, unhappy, unhappy.] 】

[Angry, angry, angry.] 】

【I don’t care anymore 께깇깊. 】

He angrily stuffed his own portion into his mouth and bit the meat in his mouth hard, as if the meat was Anjiu...

An Jiu couldn't help laughing.