An Jiu felt that this matter was not that simple. She came out of Guanghua Palace, thinking that the emperor was sick and had a poor appetite, so she made him something delicious. Xiaodong came towards her.
An Jiu came and wanted to bypass her and leave, but Xiao Dong suddenly said, "You really have something to do."
Anjiu stopped and looked at her.
"What's the meaning?"
Xiao Dong sneered: "Don't pretend, isn't it because of you that Shuang Xue and Aunt Liu had an affair?"
An Jiu frowned: "What does it have to do with me?"
She reminded Aunt Qu and the tyrant, and subjectively she did it on purpose, of course. But objectively, what happened last night was really the result of Aunt Liu and Shuangxue not being able to catch up and run into the tyrant.
Who can be blamed for that?
You can't blame her anyway.
Even if there is something wrong with An Jiu, she will never admit it. She is the kind of person who dares to do things but not to take responsibility.
"Don't pretend, who else could it be but you?"
Xiao Dong looked at her with sharp eyes: "You are quite interesting. You are hurt, but you always pretend to be so innocent."
An Jiu crossed his arms and retorted coldly: "You are much more interesting than me. You know who you hurt, but you dare not seek revenge on the emperor. Can you pinch me, a soft persimmon?"
Xiaodong obviously didn't expect Anjiu to be so tough all of a sudden. She stared at Anjiu for a long time, and suddenly smiled: "Madame Chang asked me to leave Guanghua Palace, I will leave soon, but..."
She stared into Anjiu's eyes: "We will meet again."
After saying that, Xiaodong left.
An Jiu stared at her back for a while and then strode away.
It seems that the palace maids in Guanghua Palace have to be replaced again.
Because of what happened yesterday, the ministers in the court had different expressions. The emperor was sick and unhappy, and his sour face scared everyone so much that no one dared to do anything wrong. Even Yan and Wu were complacent about their official positions.
When the emperor retired from court, he specifically told them to work hard.
They both kowtowed to him, promising that they would not disappoint the emperor's expectations. The stupid emperor would get annoyed if he looked at him for even a second.
After the court session, the emperor did not want to move and had no appetite. He only took a few bites of the light meal from the imperial kitchen. He thought that at this time, not to mention Xiaojiu, even Xiaojiushi, Xiaojiubi, and Xiaojiuqian would not be able to cook anything to his taste.
I want those black medicinal soups...
The emperor sighed.
[I don’t want to take medicine…]
[Damn, what the hell is this thing made of? It tastes worse than shit...]
[Maybe there really is shit in there...]
【Why……】
[Who can come and save me...]
As soon as An Jiu entered the room, he heard a series of complaints from him. He usually acted very politely, but maybe he was just pretending. Today was different. He was sprawled out on the bed, as if he had no bones...
Anjiu's footsteps startled him. He raised his head and glared at Anjiu fiercely...
[It’s all your fault!] ! ! 】
An Jiu?
What's going on? What's going on with these things? Why are they blaming her for everything?
Why does everyone blame her?
However, if Xiaodong blames her, she can fight back.
The emperor blamed her, but An Jiu was able to greet him with a smile.
"Your Majesty, I thought you had no appetite, so I made something delicious." She made canned yellow peaches.
In An Jiu's eyes, canned yellow peaches are like hot water, which are almost universal. When he was sick as a child, he would just eat canned yellow peaches to get better.
The emperor frowned and didn't have much appetite.
However, he still got up and tidied his clothes. An Jiu used a spoon to cut the food into small pieces and handed them to him. He took a bite...
Raise your eyebrows slightly.
“It seems a bit delicious.”
He took another bite, and when he was sure it tasted good, he ate it all.
[Why do I remember having eaten it before?] 】
It is true that it has been done before, but whether it was given to the tyrant or fed to him, Anjiu can’t quite remember.
After eating, the emperor's dry throat felt much better.
He lay down again and stared at the pattern on the ceiling with his eyes open.
【boring. 】
How boring! 】
He glanced at An Jiu.
[How about...let the silly goose sing a little song for me to liven up the atmosphere? 】
An Jiu: "..."
"What did you do last night?" the emperor suddenly asked.
He finally took advantage of her out of boredom.
An Jiu did not dare to hide it. So many things in the warehouse were lost, and the emperor was not a fool.
So she told him everything that happened last night.
When she mentioned the pink crown, she heard the emperor wailing in his heart...
[My favorite crown...]
[Damn idiot!] ! ! 】
An Jiu: "..."
When it came to the golden hairpin, he didn't react much, obviously he didn't like it, but when it came to the small golden bowl, the emperor wailed several times...
【A wasteful thing!!!】
[A wasteful thing!] ! ! 】
[What a wasteful thing!] ! ! 】
An Jiu: "..."
"Your Majesty, I will return the things to Aunt Qu in a moment."
There were too many things and they were so valuable that she felt a little guilty about taking them all at once.
However, the emperor snorted coldly: "Am I so stingy? Do I have to take back what I gave away?"
ah?
Yes you are.
What else?
"It's my fault for being overly suspicious."
The emperor snorted again.
【hypocritical! 】
"What happened next? Where did the warehouse go?"
Why did I catch a cold? ! ! 】
The emperor's inner demon was roaring, but his face remained aloof and calm, as if he was just saying it out of boredom.
An Jiu really admires her. If it were her, she wouldn't be able to pretend at all.
No wonder everyone says that the emperor's heart is hard to predict. If it weren't for being able to hear the emperor's inner voice, no one would know the emperor's true thoughts just from the surface. Moreover, the sick emperor is even more difficult to deal with. The main thing is that he himself is sick, and no one wants to be happy...
Quite naughty.
Compared to this, the tyrant is extremely obedient.
"Your Majesty, you went to the greenhouse last night." An Jiu answered honestly.
[I didn’t go…]
The emperor sighed.
[It is he who enjoys the beauty of flowers and moonlight, but it is I who suffers...]
The emperor's complaints almost burst out, and every word struck An Jiu's heart.
Come to think of it, there is nothing wrong with what he said.
It's indeed a bit miserable.
"Where else did you go?" the emperor asked lazily.
An Jiu's voice became lower and lower: "He went to the imperial kitchen again..."
Mainly because the Tyrant was not full, Anjiu cooked him a bowl of noodles...
【snort! 】
[The moon rises above the treetops, about to fall after dusk.] 】
The emperor laughed angrily.
An Jiu felt his resentment, but she couldn't stand up for him in this cold weather. Who told him to wear so little last night to show off his power? She thought he wasn't really cold...
"And then?"
"Then you fainted and we came back."
The emperor asked weakly, "Did I faint on the bed? Or on the cold drafty palace path?"
An Jiu felt guilty and didn't dare to respond.
"I understand..."
The emperor gave up and sighed helplessly.
【really……】
[I am the most unlucky person in the world.] 】
【hehe! 】
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