Queen, I am dressing for you

Chapter 39

An Junchen spoke less than ten words to him back and forth, he didn't seem to like his indifference, and his words were not congenial, and after hearing that he would not beg for mercy for Emperor Zhou, he put the two of them in prison.

The uprising was soon over.Not only because of An Junchen's good leadership, but also because the people of the Zhou Dynasty were dissatisfied with Emperor Zhou, and they turned to An Junchen in the battle, which became his prestige today.

Ever since they were imprisoned, An Junchen has not ordered their father and son to be sentenced. Xi Yazhu knows that there are still many things that need to be busy when the new emperor takes office, and the two of them will be the sacrificial offerings on the day when the new emperor takes office .

When he first entered the prison, Emperor Zhou would always cling to Xi Yazhu's arm and cry loudly, saying that he was the emperor, and anyone who dared to arrest the emperor would suffer a terrible death.For this reason, Xi Yazhu's arm still bears the scratches of Emperor Zhou.No matter how hard Emperor Zhou grabbed him, Xi Yazhu still didn't respond, looking at Emperor Zhou was like looking at a dead person, seeing him crying enough and making trouble, he brushed off his sleeves and pushed him aside.Later Emperor Zhou stopped grabbing Xi Yazhu, he pulled his dry throat, yelled, and kicked the locked door, looking like a lunatic with disheveled hair and a depressed face.

The wardens responsible for guarding them were all from the Zhou dynasty, and they all hated the Zhou emperor to the bone. Because of the Zhou emperor's tyranny, the people were in chaos, and there were countless deaths and injuries.Now that Emperor Zhou is being imprisoned, those jailers are the happiest.

I don't know but because of An Junchen's order, the prison guards brought them food every day with resentful eyes, but they didn't seem to dare to come in and beat Emperor Zhou, so they could only spit on the food in front of Emperor Zhou. This way of venting hatred, some ruthless prison guards would urinate into the water on the spot and look at the downcast Emperor Zhou triumphantly.

Emperor Zhou was used to being treated like this, and was so angry that he wished he could rush out and kill them.

Xi Yazhu, on the other hand, was calm and composed, looking at the added food, he took it honestly and put it in his mouth.Only food can survive.

Emperor Zhou's anger had nowhere to vent, so he took Xi Yazhu to vent his anger.With a flick of his sleeve, he smashed all the food in Xi Yazhu's hands, even splashed the water on the ground, beat and kicked him, scolded him for picking up the food on the ground and licking up the water.

Xi Yazhu really picked it up and ate it, and even licked the water clean. Once Emperor Zhou kicked it, he would avoid it, but the next moment, he continued to eat food on the ground.

This was the hardest time in his life. He was not only insulted by the jailer every day, but also beaten and scolded by the Emperor Zhou.It was winter, and the prison was icy cold, and the prison guards didn't even give them a thicker quilt. When they fell asleep at night, Xi Yazhu had to curl up tightly and shiver.It didn't take long before he contracted the wind and cold, and once the wind and cold spread to Emperor Zhou, it would be serious.

Gein Zhoudi refused to eat the food and water with added ingredients for many days, and only secretly licked a sip of water occasionally when no one was watching, but he couldn't stand it like this. When the wind and cold came, he fell ill and passed out. up.

Xi Yazhu never cared about his father from the beginning to the end, he didn't like Emperor Zhou, not only beat and scolded him because Emperor Zhou didn't like him when he was young, but also because Emperor Zhou married his mother shortly after marrying his mother, he took over dozens of children one after another. The two women are the concubine, and after ascending the throne, the situation worsened. There are three thousand in the harem, and any court lady is caught at random and left as a seed.Lust and love are simply synonymous with Emperor Zhou. Emperor Zhou will never give a little more sincerity to any woman, even Xi Yazhu's mother can't be liked at all, even if Xi Yazhu's mother is sick, he doesn't ask more questions.Later, when Xi Yazhu became an adult, he took his mother to the fiefdom, and the Zhou Dynasty's empress position changed hands not long after.Unfortunately, it seems that because of Emperor Zhou's indiscriminate affection, only Xi Yazhu survived to this day among dozens of heirs of Emperor Zhou, and the rest died due to various accidents.

Such a dynasty with few heirs seemed to be doomed to tragedy from the very beginning.

Xi Yazhu spent every day in torment, while Emperor Zhou's life became weaker and weaker, relying on the prison guards to force food through every day, and the prison guards would not let him die before the new emperor proclaimed himself emperor.

A few days later, An Junchen, dressed in a dragon robe, appeared in Xi Yazhu's sight.

The man whose face was covered with blood in the past, now looks sassy and refreshed, while in contrast, Xi Yazhu, who was dressed in luxurious brocade at that time, has a dusty face, haggard and downcast.

The jailer moved a stool for An Junchen like a dog, and waited for him to sit comfortably.An Junchen seemed to dislike the filth here, and after sitting down, he brushed off his sleeves and waved his hands: "You...cough," he waved his hand to call the jailer down, before continuing, "How do you feel about staying here?" He asked this question because he just wanted to see if the prince, who was used to living a noble life, would be a little bit dissatisfied with living here, and if that indifferent face would be forced to show a trace of anger.

But he obviously misjudged Xi Yazhu.

Xi Yazhu slowly propped up her limp body, and looked straight into An Junchen's pupils, not as bloodthirsty and ruthless as last time, the pair of pupils were a little warmer.

"Not at all, why don't you come in and give it a try, Your Majesty."

An Junchen was stunned. As the new emperor, the other party didn't show any respect. Instead, he was as casual as teasing a friend, which made him a little unsure how to answer.

Xi Yazhu gathered the skirts of her body, curled up and looked at An Junchen silently, before spitting out for a long time: "It's so cold here, just put a quilt on the bed."

"Uh..." An Junchen replied in a daze, not knowing where his thoughts had gone, he actually asked someone to put a thick quilt on for Xi Yazhu.

Xi Yazhu took the quilt handed over by the jailer, and immediately wrapped her body in warmth, Rushuang's face melted a little.

"Is it warm enough?" An Junchen asked again in a strange way.

"Reluctantly," Xi Yazhu tightened the quilt, glanced at the father who was curled up on the ground, frowned slightly, and looked away again.

"Aren't you asking for a quilt for him?" What An Junchen was referring to was Emperor Zhou.He was very surprised by what Xi Yazhu did.

"No," Xi Yazhu shook her head lightly, "it's not necessary."

"He is your father." An Junchen was puzzled.

"He? Are you worthy?" Xi Yazhu remained indifferent as usual.

An Junchen was born as a commoner, and he didn't know the fickleness and ignorance among the children of the royal family. He only knew the meaning of filial piety. When Xi Yazhu said this, he was dissatisfied. You have worked so hard to raise you, and you treat him like this?!"

"If you can't bear it, you can send someone to bring in the quilt. Whether or not you send the quilt is up to you, isn't it?"

An Junchen was at a loss for words.It was not wrong for the other party to say so, but he was still dissatisfied.

Seeing Emperor Zhou shivering from the cold, fearing that he might not be able to hold on for a few more days, An Junchen pursed his lips: "If you intercede for him, I will give him a quilt and let him eat and drink until he is on the road That day."

"Then what about me." Xi Yazhu's voice was so cold that it was almost dull.

"You?" An Junchen murmured hesitantly, "You... well, if you plead for him, I will give you good food and water too."

"Then I'll beg." Xi Yazhu stood up slowly, bent her waist three points, and made a salute, "I beg the emperor to give us good food and water." In the words, the word Zhou Di was not mentioned.

"You!" An Junchen patted the armrest, trying to get angry, but after thinking about it, what Xi Yazhu said was not wrong, the word "we" did include Emperor Zhou.

"The king of a country should keep his word." Before An Junchen could refuse, Xi Yazhu blocked the words.

An Junchen had nothing to say again.

The author has something to say: Thank you for missing mine, mua! (*╯3╰)

＿(:з"∠)＿I've been a bit busy recently, and the number of words is a little less (づ￣3￣)づ...go, go, Huang Sang is a bit funny ╮(￣▽￣")╭