An Jiu wanted 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.
"Shall we eat in the palace?" An Jiu asked tentatively again.
The tyrant frowned.
"Bye."
He looked very happy, like a naughty kid having a tantrum.
An Jiu exhaled.
"Okay, but you need 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 again given to Eunuch Li. She really knew about this, so she took a blanket to cover Tyrant and went out to look for 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 very happy. Apparently, wearing clothes was not in 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'm wearing..."
An Jiu said unhappily: "Just put it on and get out."
The tyrant frowned and fell into a brief dilemma.
An Jiu folded his arms and looked at him: "I will definitely help you put it on."
If the dog emperor gave an order, An Jiu would have to do it. This little tyrant has also learned to be arrogant. Every time he went to see her, he dressed very nicely.
Sure enough, the tyrant couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food, 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 and happy back of his head.
An Jiu laughed. She had wiped his hair clean before and was combing his hair now. He felt that he was really a slave. But when he thought of the small gold ingot 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 happy.
He stared at his hairstyle and always felt that he was not as handsome as before.
“It looks good!”
An Jiu nodded: "Eunuch Li is asleep, so let's just make do with it. Everyone is busy late at night and no one will come to see you."
“It looks good.”
The tyrant stood up happily and took his golden hair crown from the table.
An Jiu was speechless: "Your Majesty, we don't need to be so solemn this evening, it's not worth watching..."
The tyrant was persistent.
At night, he is also 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 this hair crown, so she suddenly had an idea and took out a pink hair rope from her pocket. These were given by the Ministry of Internal Affairs to the palace maids 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 will tie a bow."
An Jiu: "..."
really……
It's still the same 그 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 give a tyrant a dress someday...
But she only thought about it and quickly gave up the idea. She was afraid that the emperor would be so angry that he 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 and jumped onto the roof with light steps, disappearing into the night in an instant...
"Quick, go after him." Lin San reacted and led his men to chase after him, but they were a step too slow and lost the emperor's trail...
Lin San: "..."
This crappy class is really upsetting and disturbing! ! !
An Jiu only felt the sound of the wind, and when he landed again, they had arrived at the snack street.
Although it's a little colder at night, there are still many people here. Lanterns are hung in front of the stalls, and the food is steaming. With the stall owners' shouting, the whole night market becomes very 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: "Whoever the little rooster points to will be chosen by us?"
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 to...
"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 kept coming. She couldn't help swallowing her saliva and said to Tyrant, "Let's go and eat."
The tyrant jumped to the stall like an arrow from a bow, and suddenly appeared in front of the stall. The stall owner was startled and asked with a smile: "What do you want to eat, young master?"
The tyrant looked at Anjiu, and Anjiu said, "You can only choose one of each..."
The tyrant is happy.
How can one be enough?
An Jiu pointed to a street behind him and said, "I ate too much. The food behind me has arrived."
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 wanted to...
He handed the food in his other hand to Anjiu, who rolled her eyes and looked at him speechlessly: "Is this delicious?"
He walked through four stalls with the baked rice cake...
Can the delicious food be preserved until now?
Will you happily give her the delicious food?
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." 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 to move forward, not noticing that there were three stunned men standing in front of the mutton 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 Mr. Guo next to him and said, "What do you think?"
Young Master Guo took the mutton skewers and shook his head while eating: "Maybe, His Majesty will come here. Besides, look at the man's hairstyle, it's stupid."
Mr. Li San also agreed: "Maybe they just look alike."
The third child convinced himself again, and then couldn't help but look at the second child's back in the distance.
Although, it really seems like...
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