"Who is the glutton here?" A voice suddenly came from behind the stove, "Ah!" An Zhi was so frightened that he dropped the meat in his hand to the ground, "Who is there?!"
Xue Xin picked up a spatula, and An Zhi picked up a pot lid. The master and the servant walked forward cautiously, and suddenly a gray head appeared, and then a slightly drunk old man sat up with a still in his hand.
Holding a bottle of wine, he looked at An Zhi with squinted eyes, "You look very familiar to me, girl."
An Zhi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this person, put down the things in his hands and said, "So it's you." After saying that, he walked forward. Xuexin held her hand worriedly and said, "Miss, this person is drunk.
, I have never seen him, could he be a bad person?"
"You, little girl, are you talking about who is the bad guy? How can my old man be the bad guy?" Chef Bei said with great dissatisfaction, "Look at my old man, he doesn't look like a bad guy at all."
"You're not, you're not." An Zhi hurriedly reassured, "I know this person, it's okay." After saying that, he broke away from Xue Xin's hand and strode over. As soon as he walked in, he could smell the smell of alcohol all over his body.
He frowned slightly and said, "Old man Bei, why do you drink so much wine again?"
Chef Bei tried his best to open his drunken eyes and said, "You girl actually knows me. You call me Old Man Bei..."
An Zhi knelt down and was level with him and said, "Yeah, who doesn't know you, the best chef in the world?" As he spoke, he pulled the beard of the famous chef in Beijing and said, "Why do you grow so long?"
His beard is gone.”
"Don't be ridiculous, don't be ridiculous." Chef Bei rescued his beard from An Zhi's hand and said grumblingly, "Who are you? Why did you come to the kitchen in the middle of the night?"
"I am the new female official in charge of the government." An Zhi said,
"Nonsense, you deceived me again, old man. How could there be a young female official like you in charge?" said the famous chef in the north, raising his head and taking another sip of wine.
"I am the female official in charge." An Zhi sat cross-legged opposite the famous chef in the north and asked, "Why are you hiding here drinking? It's really strange that Aunt Qinghua doesn't talk about you."
Famous chef Bei was lying on the ground holding a wine flask, murmuring something drunk, "Little Princess... Little Princess..." An Zhi shuddered, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and he turned his head and ordered, "Xue Xin,
Go get a quilt, don't let him catch a cold." Xuexin glanced at An Zhi strangely, responded hurriedly, and walked out.
"The little princess will never come back." An Zhi murmured. Who in this world believes in the resurrection of a dead body? It's still a soul that came back after seven or eight years. I'm afraid everyone here will regard her as a ghost.
Monster. Anzhi took the quilt from Xue Xin's hand, covered the famous chef Bei who was breathing steadily, smiled slightly, and said softly, "Let's go out."
I'm afraid she can never go back. Now she just wants to be An Zhi and live well for her. What does God ask her to do when God gives her this chance? An Zhi lay on the bed and fell asleep thinking about it.
.
"Aunt Qingqin." An Zhi saw Qingqin from a distance and stepped forward to say hello with a smile. Qingqin looked closely and saw that it was Song Yulian's appointed female official in charge, and said with a smile, "Miss An."
"Ah, don't call me Miss An. It sounds weird. Just call me son." An Zhi scratched his head and said honestly. Qingqin had long since lost her youthfulness, and now she is a female official of Prince Ziling's Palace who can take on her own role.
, when several dowries around Ye Fuxun had to be repaid, except for Qing Ruo, who had passed away, the other maids had become the aunts in charge that people in the capital had no respect for. Qingqin was restrained and gentle, and her temper was still very good.
good.
Qingqin didn't shirk and shouted, "Zhi'er, what are you going to do?"
"It's okay. Your Highness has gone out. There's nothing going on in the yard. I'm just wandering here by myself." An Zhi's eyes fell on Qingqin's hand and asked. "Auntie, what are you doing?"
"It has been a while since I came to Xishui. The prince wrote several times urging the princess to go back. The princess was reluctant to leave and has not left yet." Qingqin said, "This time the prince sent a letter saying that the little princess was sick, so the princess was ready to return to the capital.
, the young prince likes some specialties of Xishui, so I went to prepare some."
"Oh." An Zhi said with some disappointment, "Where is the princess now?"
"She should be in Nianyuan now." Qingqin sighed and said, "Every time before leaving Xishui, the princess will sit alone in Nianyuan for a while to accompany Princess Luo'an."
An Zhi's heart moved and he said with a smile, "Then An Zhi won't disturb Auntie, you are busy." Qingqin nodded kindly to her. In so many years, she had rarely said so much about Princess Ziling and Princess Luoan to each other. I don't know.
Why do I always feel close to An Zhi when I see him? This feeling seems familiar.
"Su'er." Ye Fuxun sat alone in the yard, looking at the scenery all over the yard, and said sadly, "My mother is leaving again. Do you blame my mother for being able to accompany you like this every year?"
Some days."
An Zhi hid in the dark and watched Ye Fuxun, who was wearing a white brocade dress, with a water-blue silk cigarette tied into an elegant bow around her waist, and a Wei Ling hairpin stuck diagonally on her dark hair.
It was as crystal clear as jade, without any powder applied, sitting on a stone bench, touching a portrait and murmuring, the sound spread into the air and reached An Zhi's ears, making her heart tighten.
"In all these years, Weiwei has never dreamed of you. Are you still angry at Wei Mu? I left you for ten years and finally came back, but I still haven't saved you. Back then, Wei Mu promised to be your mother.
I failed to keep you safe."
I couldn't have done it without you, but you gave me more than ten years of glory and wealth, and ten years of wanton flying, and that was enough.
"Hey, why are you here?" Ji Mianxi grabbed An Zhi's shoulders, looked at her face, and asked in surprise, "Why are you crying?"
An Zhi quickly wiped his eyes and said, "The wind was so strong that I lost my eyesight. Why are you here, little county master?"
Ji Mianxi looked at An Zhi from beginning to end and said in disbelief, "What are you doing sneaking around here alone? You are looking at my mother."
"No, I just saw the princess alone here and came here out of curiosity." An Zhi said, pretending to be nothing, "I still have something to do." After saying that, he ran away without looking back. Ji Mianxi felt strangely.
Looking at An Zhi's back, he said, "There must be a ghost." But seeing Ye Fuxun's sad look, he felt quite uncomfortable.
An Zhi ran out of the County Lord's Mansion in one breath. When he turned the corner, he couldn't bear it any longer. He squatted down and hugged his knees, and tears flowed down his face.
"Hey, who are you and why are you crying here?" A clear voice sounded above An Zhi's head. Through his tearful eyes, An Zhi saw a boy of fifteen or sixteen. He had fair complexion and a touch of handsomeness in his delicate facial features.
Handsome with a hint of gentleness and sunshine! The temperament exuding from him is clean and pure, and he has his own unique ethereal and handsome look!
A tall nose, thin lips, and sword-like eyebrows slanted into the strands of black hair under the temples. A handsome profile, with impeccable facial contours. His sword-shaped eyebrows were slightly frowned and he asked, "Has he never done this before?"
I have never seen a person cry so inconspicuously.
An Zhi wiped his tears, looked at some familiar faces, and asked with a hint of tears, "Who are you?" The young man said cheerfully, "My surname is Dong Junye." It turns out that he is a little kid from his aunt's family.
Having grown up so much, the little boy who was young and mature now has become a bit more cheerful.
"I am the female official in charge of the county lord's palace."
"Is such a young female official in charge?" Dong Junye knelt down and looked at An Zhi. The woman in front of him was only fifteen or sixteen years old. Her eyes were red because she had cried a lot, and she was like a rabbit. She was very small and cute.
Most of the female officials in charge in the capital were over twenty-five years old. This was the first time he had seen such a young female official in charge.
"Zi Ying."
"Your Highness!" Dong Junye turned around happily and saw Song Yulian with a dark face, seemingly angry. Could it be that someone made His Highness angry? Song Yulian's eyes fell coldly on Dong Junye, whose eyes and nose were red.
An Zhi moved away for just a moment, raised his long legs, and headed towards the county lord's mansion. Dong Junye hurriedly followed. An Zhi kicked the stones under his feet and calmed down before returning.
Go to the county chief's mansion.
"Your Highness, are you in a bad mood?" Dong Junye really couldn't bear the low pressure given to him by Song Yulian as soon as he entered the door. He had grown up with Song Yulian since childhood. Although he was usually cold and cold, he was sitting there like this.
He didn't write a word, and his face said I was unhappy. It was really rare.
Song Yulian glanced at Dong Junye, who was smiling playfully, and asked coldly, "Are you going to pay your respects to your aunt?"
"Not yet." Dong Junye sat on the table and poured himself a cup of tea and said, "Don't worry, I wrote a letter to my aunt to tell her that it will arrive tonight."
"Oh." Song Yulian said lightly, "I have just sent someone to inform my aunt that you have arrived." The smile on Dong Junye's face froze slightly. He didn't seem to have offended this sinister and cold-hearted Crown Prince. Why did he want to slander him?
.Dong Junye's expression changed, he stood up quickly and asked, "I'm going to pay my respects to my aunt now."
Although Ye Fuxun was very kind to the children, he also frightened them the most. Ye Fuxun could think of a hundred ways to deal with him. Song Yulian looked at Dong Junye's disappearing back, and flashed back to An Zhihong just now.
With red eyes and a confused heart, he said coldly, "Nie Yi."
"My subordinate is here."
"Where is she now?"
Nie Yi was slightly stunned, and instantly understood who her master was talking about, and hurriedly replied, "Just now, Miss An followed His Highness back to the house."