After the ceremony, the newlyweds were escorted into the bridal chamber. The new house in the main courtyard of the palace had already been packed up. They were dressed in red and colorful, and it was so festive. The two sat down beside the wedding bed, and Xipo handed over a

A delicate gold scale: "Please ask the groom to lift his hijab."

Xiao Zhige did not answer, but stared at the person beside him, not knowing what he was thinking.

When she received no response, the smile on Xipo's face froze. After a moment, she cautiously reminded: "Your Majesty?"

Xiao Zhige came back to his senses, glanced at her, and said calmly: "You guys go out first."

Po Xi had long heard of his evil reputation, and when she saw him in the cave, she didn't even look happy. She just thought that he didn't like the new princess, so she didn't dare to say anything. She only glanced at An Changqing secretly with sympathy, and put down her money.

Sheng Ma Liu and the others went out, and even closed the door considerately.

In the new house, Xiao Zhige did not take the small scale, but directly lifted the eye-catching red hijab. When he saw that An Changqing was not dressing up as his daughter, his expression became better. He frowned, as if

After thinking about what to say for a long time, he asked stiffly and abruptly, "Are you hungry?"

An Changqing looked at him in surprise. He had lowered his head before, but now he raised his eyes and carefully looked at the man in front of him - his newlywed husband.

For many years, he and Xiao Zhige lived their own lives, and they never even took a good look at this man who was rumored to be fierce and violent. Now that he looked carefully, he realized that he was actually very handsome. At this time, he was still

He was just an unpopular prince. In the eyes of the courtiers, he was a loser who was almost ineligible to succeed. In the eyes of the people, he was a "god of murder" who had killed tens of thousands of people without blinking an eye.

However, at this moment, An Changqing looked at him carefully and found that he was just a young man with a weak head. Although his face was calm and serious, it was far from the cruelty that could stop a child from crying with just one look.

The dark eyebrows are like swords, and there are shallow lines of the word "chuan" between the eyebrows. The eye sockets are slightly deeper than ordinary people, and the eyes are dark, like deep pools with no bottom. The bridge of the nose is high, and the lips are thin, but there is a kind of innate talent.

Majesty and dignity.

An Changqing stretched his eyebrows and showed a shallow smile to him. No matter whether everything now was reality or a dream, he had to take the first step. Once he listened to the rumors, which not only trapped him, but also failed Xiao Zhi.

Ge. Now, he wanted to try to understand this person.

No one is born violent. Later, the cold and cruel emperor actually had a soft mind when he was young. He would also ask his princess if she was hungry after the tedious wedding ceremony. But everyone chose to ignore these trivial matters.

Details, such as who he once was.

"Why don't you drink Hexin wine first?" An Changqing looked at him with a smile.

Surprise flashed across his eyes again, as if he didn't expect An Changqing to have such an attitude. Xiao Zhige paused for a moment before taking two glasses of Hexin wine: "That's fine."

With their arms intertwined, the two drank the Henu wine with their necks crossed, like a pair of mandarin ducks crossing their necks.

After drinking, Xiao Zhige stood up and prepared to go out to entertain the guests. When he walked to the door, he turned around and said, "There are snacks prepared in the small kitchen. If you are hungry, I will send someone to get them."

After speaking, he strode out of the door without waiting for An Changqing's response.

An Changqing looked at his leaving figure, so calm and energetic, like a green pine or a green cypress, much more lively than the sullen emperor.

Xiao Zhige went to the front yard to entertain the guests, while An Changqing stayed alone in the wedding room. Judging from Xiao Zhige's attitude, he did not treat him as a woman just because he married him. He was not restrained at all and got up and moved about by himself.

He cut off his muscles and bones, took off his heavy hair crown, and took off his heavy wedding clothes. Without these burdens, he felt much lighter. He casually put on a dark red woven gold coat, and found a hair tie to tie his long hair.

After thinking about it, I asked Anfu, who was waiting outside, to go to the small kitchen to get some snacks.

As expected, the small kitchen was stocked with all kinds of pastries. An Changqing ate a few to appease his hungry stomach before he seriously considered the current situation.

At first, he thought it was just another fantasy he had imagined.

After his death, his soul remained trapped in the huge palace. He saw with his own eyes that Xiao Zhige's behavior became more and more extreme and unscrupulous. Three years after his death, Xiao Zhige launched four more attacks.

Although the five wars finally drove Beidi deep into the grassland and occupied half of the cities in Xi'an, Daye also suffered heavy casualties. Years of wars left countless farmlands abandoned, and in winter, people starved to death for thousands of miles without food.

They can only exchange their children for food, which can be called a hell on earth.

The people who had been forced to lose their livelihood revolted, and refugees rebelled all over Daye. The deposed prince Xiao Qiyu, supported by two generals of the Zhu Kingdom, Chu Anliang and Shi Lezheng, under the slogan of "Behead the tyrant and restore peace"

Under the banner of the Han Dynasty, 200,000 refugees gathered to surround Ye Jing, which was called the "Battle of Slaying the Dragon" at that time.

That war was extremely brutal. Xiao Zhige had been in the army for more than ten years. He was obsessed with military use. He commanded the 50,000 Imperial Guards in Yejing to contend with 200,000 refugees. This war lasted for nearly a month. There were corpses everywhere outside the city of Yejing, and the bones were piled up.

It was almost as high as the city wall of Yejing, and the refugee soldiers stepped on the bodies of their dead companions to climb up. And Xiao Zhige's iron armor stood on the city wall, really like the killing god from the sky entering the mortal world.

A month later, the city gates of Yejing were opened wide, but it was not the refugees who broke through the city, but the commander of the imperial guards in the city who opened the gates.

The deposed prince entered the palace with the support of two Zhuguo generals and countless soldiers. After searching around, he found Xiao Zhige, who had committed suicide in the remote Qiwu Palace.

In the past, the emperor sat in front of the window of the inner hall of Qiwu Palace and ended his life with a sharp knife.

The deposed prince cut off his head and hung it on the city gate of Yejing. The body was thrown into a mass grave and fed to wild dogs. He claimed to the outside world that he had killed the tyrant and that he was the one destined for destiny.

Only An Changqing, who was watching silently, knew that Xiao Zhige had already planned to win. The Imperial Guards were the elites he trained and trained, and they were loyal to him. However, although the number of 200,000 refugees was large, they were insignificant.

Besides, 150,000 have been killed long ago, and the remaining 50,000 will only come sooner or later.

But that night, Xiao Zhige summoned the commander of the imperial guards and issued the last military order, ordering him to open the gates of Yejing City and surrender.

Then, the emperor sat in Qiwu Palace all night holding a jade pendant, and at dawn, he chose to commit suicide.

No one knew his last thoughts. Only An Changqing, who was watching, got a glimpse of it - the Pisces jade pendant that the emperor held in his hand before he died was a birthday gift given to him by his mother on his tenth birthday. This jade followed

It stayed with him for eighteen years, and was not taken down until his death. An Changqing thought that the jade had been buried with him, but he did not expect that it would be in Xiao Zhige's hands.

Even it was not buried with him, but it was tightly held in the palm of the dead emperor's hand, and they were buried together in a mass grave with the ground as the coffin and the sky as the cover. At that time, An Changqing wanted to pick up a straw mat for it.

He couldn't even wrap his body. He could only watch the emperor's headless corpse being eaten by vultures and wild dogs, and in the end, only a shabby skeleton was left. And the Pisces jade pendant, without the cover of flesh and blood, finally rested on the bones.

It was exposed in the middle and was picked up by beggars passing by the mass grave.

That day, looking at the empty palms of the skeleton, An Changqing suddenly cried. He felt sadder than ever before. He cried so much that his consciousness fell into chaos. When he woke up in a daze, he had already returned to the midwinter of the fifteenth year of Qingli.

, the day of his wedding to Xiao Zhige.

An Changqing lowered his eyes and looked at his hands, then touched his cheek. The touch was so real, it didn't look like a fantasy at all.

Perhaps it was God's blessing. Seeing that he had lived a miserable life and missed a lot in his previous life, he was given a chance to start over again.

If you start over again, you can never make the same mistakes again.

While he was deep in thought, An Fu's voice rang at the door, followed by the creak of the door and the sound of steady footsteps. An Changqing turned his head and saw Xiao Zhige, who was still young, walking towards him calmly.

"Your Majesty." An Changqing smiled unconsciously and stood up to greet him.

When he walked up to him, An Changqing realized that he smelled of alcohol, and he must have drank too much. He stretched out his hand to help him, and found that Xiao Zhige was more than half a head taller than him, his figure was even stronger, and his tentacles were all hard.

Firm muscles.

Fortunately, although Xiao Zhige drank too much, his mind seemed to be clear, and he allowed him to help him sit down by the bed without moving.

After settling the people, An Changqing took An Fu to the small kitchen to make sober soup. When he came back, he found Xiao Zhige staring straight at him, his eyes unpredictable, his face solemn, and his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

A bit fierce.

An Changqing's heart suddenly trembled, and he was a little timid instinctively. Then he remembered the gentleness of this man holding him in his arms and comforting him over and over again, and the tight strings relaxed again.

Slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air, An Changqing sat down beside him, held the bowl in his hand and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, please drink some hangover soup first?"

Xiao Zhige's eyes fell on the thin white fingers holding the porcelain bowl, and his eyes trembled. An Changqing's hands were very beautiful. The fingers were like peeled onions, slender and white, and they were slightly closed when they reached the fingertips, forming a beautiful shape.

The arcs of her face, her nails neatly trimmed, revealed a light pink color under the flickering candlelight.

Xiao Zhige had a knot in his throat and drank the sobering soup without saying a word.

After drinking, he put the bowl aside and the atmosphere calmed down again. Xiao Zhige was originally taciturn, while An Changqing was worried about the upcoming bridal chamber.

In the last life, he and Xiao Zhige never consummated their marriage.

At that time, he was only filled with fear, and it was considered good that he didn't cry in fear when facing Xiao Zhige's cold and stern face. Even when he was drinking Hexin wine, one of his faces was fearful and the other expressionless. Later, Xiao Zhige seemed to have noticed his

He was so scared that he went to sleep in the study without saying anything. He stayed in the study ever since. At that time, he was secretly happy for escaping the disaster for a long time.

It's just that in this life, I can't go back to the old path.

He knew a little bit about what the two men should do. An Changqing comforted himself that as long as he was fully prepared, it shouldn't hurt. And the rumors were not trustworthy after all. He had learned it in his previous life. Xiao Zhige, in this regard,

It shouldn't be as fierce as the rumors say... right?

An Changqing's cheeks turned red and he glanced at the head of the bed. As expected, there were two exquisite small porcelain jars placed there, which must have been used for that purpose.

Clenching his fingers slightly, An Changqing tried to make his voice sound more natural: "Your Majesty, it's getting late, why don't you go to bed early." He tried his best to finish the sentence calmly, even the exposed part of his neck.

Everything turned red.

Xiao Zhige remained unmoved, his eyes only deepened.

When he didn't move, An Changqing became uneasy again. The flush on his face also subsided, leaving only a pale white color. The instinctive fear that had been suppressed rose up again, and she looked at him at a loss.

The two sat side by side on the bed and were silent for a long time. An Changqing felt relieved when he saw that although Xiao Zhige didn't move, he had no intention of leaving or getting angry. He thought about the piece of emperor in his previous life that he held tightly until his death.

The jade pendant in the palm of my hand gave me a little more courage. I simply put my heart aside, blushed and slowly approached Xiao Zhige, supported his shoulders with both hands, and took the initiative to press the man's lips.

If the mountain doesn't come, I'll be there. If I go, the mountain will be there.

The man's lips were a little dry, but surprisingly soft, with a slight warmth. An Changqing rubbed them against him for a few times, and then he didn't know what to do. He had been a young boy in his two lives, without a woman or a child.

Without a man, you really don’t know much about sexual intercourse, and taking the initiative to kiss is already the limit.

He was hesitating whether he should move away, but he was suddenly grabbed around the waist by a strong force. The man who had been quietly teasing him suddenly turned around and took his lips. His lips and teeth were pried open, and the man's tongue drove straight in.

Even kissing is like fighting, with an undeniable dominance.

An Changqing was so kissed that he couldn't breathe. His arms subconsciously wrapped around his neck and hung weakly on his body.

After a long time, Xiao Zhige let him go. His rough palm slid down the curve of his cheek and pinched his chin. His eyes were scrutinizing: "Aren't you afraid of me?"
To be continued...