The Tyrant's Beloved Empress

Chapter 54

The person in front of him bowed his head, with annoyance between his eyebrows, and seemed to be very guilty and guilty about forgetting this past. +++Mobile reading visit m.mtlnovel.com

He was depressed for a long while, lowered his eyelashes listlessly, and explained, "I fell into the water when I was ten years old and had a high fever. After that, I can't remember many things before." After a pause, he said: "I didn't mean to forget..."

An Changqing is really sad and feels guilty. He has forgotten such a long and precious past. Only Xiao Zhige remembers and even keeps the promises made long ago. As long as he thinks about it this way, he feels as if he left the nine-year-old Xiao Zhige alone. Left in the past.

They talked about it in this life, but what about the previous life?

He had never seriously thought about why Xiao Zhige was so persistent to him when he hadn't met him. After marrying him back to the palace, despite the opposition of courtiers, he insisted on arranging him as the queen, and gave him the honor of being above the tens of thousands of people alone.

Many years after the two separated, Xiao Zhige fulfilled his childhood promise. But An Changqing had forgotten this past event a long time ago and avoided the hand he extended.

So the two remained silent, and the other feared to escape. Just missed it all and ended dismal.

An Changqing only felt a twitching pain in his heart, and the wisps of pain were like a spider web, gradually covering his whole heart, so that he could only relieve the unspeakable pain by pinching the palm of his hand.

Just when he was indulged for the past life and was out of breath uncomfortably, a pair of big warm hands lightly dropped on the top of his hair, and then rubbed it.

"No (guanguan) department, I still remember. If you want to know, I will tell you again." Xiao Zhige said lightly.

In fact, there are not too many stories to tell, the autumn hunting is full for only fifteen days, and the two will spend about ten days with each other. Two unloved children, there is no fancy way to play, that is, hiding in Xiao Zhige's remote bedroom, sharing a piece of cake, or telling each other strange stories they heard from their mothers.

The general goodness is undeniable, but it is like a gentle stream, trickling by, calm and quiet.

This was probably the fifteen days that Xiao Zhige had broken free from the deep palace **** and had the most peaceful life. After the death of his mother and concubine, he struggled alone in the deep palace. After going through intrigues, ups and downs, he missed this simple and peaceful feeling more and more.

Chang Zaichang always expressed disdain for his hesitating behavior.

"Dignified Northern Warlord, there are times when he flinches like this? If you really like him and ask him to come over, can An Zhike still refuse? Anyway, he's just an unfavored bastard."

Chang Zaichang's words are too simple, but Xiao Zhige's mind is too heavy.

After many years, he is the notorious king of the Northern War with blood on his hands. There are countless rumors about him. Picking one of them can stop children crying at night; and An Changqing has also grown up. , Still not favored, but still vaguely simple and pure appearance when he was young.