Chapter 114 Pink Bow
An Jiu doesn't want to go out.
She is tired...
But the gold ingots in her hand were heavy, and the tyrant was looking at her with his big, blinking eyes.
"How about we eat in the palace?" An Jiu asked tentatively again.
The tyrant frowned.
"don't want."
He looked unhappy, like a child having a tantrum.
An Jiu exhaled.
"Okay, but you have to change your clothes first, and then comb your hair...ah...what are you doing..."
Before An Jiu finished her words, the tyrant had taken off all of her clothes except for her dragon shorts. He looked at her with a confused look on his face, waiting for her to find him some clothes to wear.
Where are the emperor's clothes?
These clothes were usually kept by Aunt Qu, and the job of dressing them was given to Eunuch Li, so she really didn't know it. So she took a blanket and covered the tyrant with it, and went out to find Eunuch Li, but Eunuch Li had gone home to rest after get off work.
An Jiu was full of envy and followed Aunt Qu to find the casual clothes that the emperor wore when he went out.
The tyrant opened his arms, with no intention of doing anything himself.
"Xiaojiu, this job has to be done by you." Aunt Qu put down her clothes and quickly ran out of the hall under the tyrant's ruthless and cold eyes.
An Jiu exhaled, took the clothes, and threw them to the tyrant: "Put them on yourself."
The tyrant was not very happy. Apparently, wearing clothes was not part of his life dictionary.
An Jiu went to find a comb, and when the tyrant saw that she ignored him, he stood in front of her angrily to show his presence.
An Jiu turned around, and he ran over and stood in front of An Jiu. An Jiu turned around again, and he turned in front of An Jiu again.
"I don't wear..."
An Jiu said unhappily: "Don't go out if you don't wear it."
The tyrant frowned and fell into a brief dilemma.
Anjiu folded her arms and looked at him: "I will never help you put it on."
If the dog emperor gave an order, An Jiu would have to do it. This little tyrant has learned to take advantage of others. Every time he went to see her, he dressed very nicely.
Sure enough, the tyrant couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food, so he took the clothes and put them on skillfully.
"Turn around and sit down." An Jiu ordered.
The tyrant obediently sat down with his back to her, leaving An Jiu with a round, unhappy back of his head.
An Jiu laughed. He had just wiped his hair not long ago, and now he had to comb his hair again. He really was destined to be a servant. However, when he thought of the five small gold ingots in his pocket, he felt that everything was worth it.
Comb the tyrant's hair into a high ponytail, twist it a few times, and make it look like a Taoist priest...
But the tyrant was not happy.
He stared at his hairstyle and always felt that he was not as handsome as before.
“It doesn’t look good!”
An Jiu nodded: "Eunuch Li is asleep, so just make do with it. Everyone is busy at night and no one will look after you."
“It doesn’t look good.”
The tyrant stood up unhappily and took his golden crown from the table.
An Jiu was speechless: "Your Majesty, we don't need to be so solemn at night, no one will see..."
The tyrant was persistent.
Even at night, he has to be handsome.
It was the first time that An Jiu realized that this guy was so narcissistic.
But she really didn't know how to make a hair crown, so she suddenly had an idea and took out a pink hair rope from her pocket. These were given to palace maids by the Ministry of Internal Affairs to tie their hair...
The tyrant was very persistent at first, but when he saw the pink hair tie, his eyes lit up instantly, he sat down, pointed at his head and said: "I want to tie a bow."
An Jiu "..."
really……
It's the same person after all...
The hobbies are the same.
"Okay, okay, okay."
After tying his hair, he looked at himself in the mirror and felt very special and extremely satisfied.
An Jiu suddenly remembered the pink dress she had bought before and kept at the bottom of the box...
If I could wear it on the tyrant someday...
But she just thought about it and quickly gave up the idea. She was afraid that the emperor would want to kill her after seeing it.
After getting dressed, the Tyrant was finally willing to go out. When An Jiu stepped out of the Guanghua Palace, she was about to say something to Aunt Qu and the others, but the Tyrant picked her up, jumped onto the roof with light steps, and disappeared into the night in an instant...
“Quick, go after him.” Lin San reacted and led his men to chase after him. However, they were just one step too slow and lost the emperor’s trail…
Lin San: "..."
This crappy class really makes the people who take it upset and confused!!!
An Jiu only felt the sound of the wind, and when he landed on the ground again, they had arrived at the snack street they had been to last time.
Although it was much colder at night, there were still many people here. Lanterns were hung in front of the stalls, food was steaming, and the stall owners' shouts made the whole night market lively.
After a busy day, Anjiu was hungry.
She asked the tyrant: "Where should I start eating first?"
The tyrant looked at this and that, with a conflicted expression.
An Jiu found the pink bow on his head funny and said with a smile, "How about we choose whoever the little rooster points to?"
The Tyrant nodded, the bow on his head moving little by little. He opened his eyes wide and focused on the stall that An Jiu pointed at...
"Little rooster, I will choose whoever you point at..."
An Jiu's finger landed in front of a stall selling roasted chicken wings and chicken legs. The aroma of roasted chicken continued to waft in. She couldn't help swallowing her saliva and said to Tyrant, "Let's go and eat."
The tyrant was like an arrow shot from a bow, and he whizzed to the stall. A man suddenly appeared, and the stall owner was startled. He smiled and asked, "What would you like to eat, sir?"
The tyrant looked at Anjiu, and Anjiu said, "You can only choose one of each..."
The tyrant was not happy.
How can one be enough?
An Jiu pointed to a street behind him and said, "If you eat too much, you won't be able to eat the rest."
The tyrant then pointed at a few, the stall owner took them, the tyrant ate them, and An Jiu paid for them in the back...
"Is this delicious?" An Jiu asked, looking at the candy ball in the Tyrant's hand.
The tyrant nodded.
It was delicious. To die for.
An Jiu smiled and asked like coaxing a child: "Can I have one?"
The tyrant frowned.
He doesn’t want to share...
He handed the food in his other hand to Anjiu, who rolled her eyes and looked at him speechlessly: "Is this not tasty?"
He walked around four or five stalls with this baked rice cake...
Can the delicious food be preserved until now?
Will you happily share the delicious food with her?
Those who are stingy are just like the dog emperor.
A child's future can be seen at the age of three, and old age can be seen at the age of seven.
There was a rare look of guilt in the tyrant's eyes.
"I want this one." An Jiu pointed to the candy ball in his hand.
The tyrant hesitated, struggled, and finally handed it to Anjiu. Then he watched Anjiu eat his favorite candy ball in one bite.
Just one bite and he ate it...
He just licked it for a long time and didn't want to eat it...
The two men continued forward, not noticing at all that there were three stunned people standing in front of the kebab stall on the roadside.
"That... really looks like Your Majesty." Second Master Jiang said again.
He was the closest person to see him, and the man with the pink hairband really looked exactly like the emperor.
He pushed Young Master Guo beside him and said, "Don't you think so?"
Young Master Guo took the mutton skewers and shook his head while eating: "Impossible, His Majesty will not come here. Besides, look at the man's hairstyle, it's stupid."
Mr. Li San also agreed: "Maybe they just look alike."
The three of them convinced themselves again, and then couldn't help but look at the backs of the two people not far away.
Although, it really seems like...
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