"Why are you so polite to me, huh?" An Jingning pinched An Ning's soft cheek with his fingers and asked. Looking at An Ning's watery eyes, full of trust in himself, he seemed to be sure that he would not hurt him. This look makes people's hearts soften.

"That's it, I want to rest for a while, you all stand down first." An Jingning waved away the palace people who were waiting on the side, hugged An Ning, and lay on the couch with him.

"Your Majesty seems to be in a bad mood today." An Ning looked at An Jingning and closed his eyes, looking like he didn't want to talk more, and asked.

"It's okay, but there are some minor problems in the government, and they should be solved soon." An Jingning didn't say anything about the mess in the court today, he was afraid of dirty ears. But seeing that the other party cared so much about him, his mood was much better. The warm atmosphere between the two was soon broken by Qiao Mude's voice. Looking at An Jingning's back as he left in a hurry, An Ning couldn't help but sigh, it was really not easy to be an emperor.

"Smack." A stone was thrown into the dormitory, making a loud noise.

An Ning picked up the stone, and sure enough, there was a note tied to the stone, "Speed action, this king's patience is limited." An Ning rubbed the note into a ball, no matter how low the identity of the original body was, he An Ning was never a person who let others knead it round and flatten. Even if the King of Qinyang used such a trick, he was prepared to bear his anger.

"Your Majesty, Childe seems to be a little unhappy today. It seems to be because of ......" Xue Qing gestured to An Jingning and whispered. An Jingning nodded, indicating that he knew, and then strode into the hall, looking at the little thing against a candle flame, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What do you think? So distracted? An Jingning took An Ning in his arms and sniffed the breath on his body in a big gulp, although he didn't spend a long time with the little things, he always felt that he and the other party should have been so intimate in his heart.

"Your Majesty, you're back." An Ning pulled An Jingning coquettishly and said, "In this travelogue, I can't recognize a few words, can Your Majesty teach me." ”

Seeing that the little thing had his own figure in his eyes, An Jingning smiled, picked up the travelogue handed over by An Ning, flipped through the two pages, his face remained unchanged, and looked at An Ning, "After dinner, I will take you to the imperial study, teach you well, and see what you write, it is almost the same as a dog." ”

"Good ......," An Ning replied with a blushing face.

The little eunuch in the room saw that the two of them were getting along with each other as before, so he didn't pay much attention to the travelogue that An Jingning was holding tightly in his hand.

An hour later, a little eunuch sneakily slipped out of the Zhengyang Palace in the night, and came to a corner of the imperial garden, where the king of Qinyang seemed to have been waiting for a long time while standing by the lake with his hands.

"Minions, see Your Highness." The little eunuch looked at the person who came, and hurriedly knelt down to say goodbye.

"How? Did he act? King Qinyang asked.

"I haven't returned to my master yet." The little eunuch replied.

"There's something unusual about today." King Qinyang asked again.

The little eunuch recalled for a while, and felt that the relationship between the two was no different from what he usually thought, and that the travelogue had been completely ignored by him, so he replied: "Back to the master, everything is normal." ”

"You go back." King Qinyang waved away the little eunuch, and he was faintly impatient in his heart, according to An Ning's performance that day, he attached great importance to his family, and he should not escape his palm, but why did the other party just refuse to act? King Qinyang looked at the dark lake, lowered his eyes, and thought.

On the other side, inside the Imperial Study. An Ning was held in An Jingning's arms, and An Jingning's hand held An Ning's hand, looking like he was teaching him to learn words.

"Your Majesty, can you forgive me?" An Ning took control of the pen and wrote on the paper.

"Do you know that you have committed a crime of deception?" An Jingning pretended to be angry, and wrote on the paper.

"I deserve death." Because An Jingning did not allow him to call himself a slave, An Ning had to write on a piece of paper: "I know, everything is my fault, I shouldn't deceive Your Majesty, if Your Majesty is angry, you can punish me as much as you want, don't be angry." An Ning raised her head and cautiously looked at An Jingning's face and wrote.

"What you said is true, I can punish you as much as I want." When An Jingning saw this, he looked at the white and slender neck of the young man in his arms, and his eyes couldn't help but be slightly dark, and even his breathing became much heavier, he wrote.

An Ning didn't continue to answer, just nodded faintly.

"Your Majesty, that eyeliner has been caught, but you have to bring it in." Qiao Mude pretended not to see the ambiguous posture of the two, and bowed down and asked.

"No need, you go. Make sure he vomits out that his family is hiding somewhere with my good brother. When there is news, I will come back immediately. An Jingning commanded. Listening to An Jingning's words, Qiao Mude answered, and hurriedly bowed and walked out.

Hearing that the eyeliner had been caught, An Ning breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that there was no need to communicate in this way, and wanted to get off An Jingning. Sensing An Ning's movements, An Jingning exerted force, An Ning fell back into his arms, he gritted his teeth and said, "You little conscienceless, where do you want to go?" ”

"I ...... I want to go and see it with Grandpa Qiao......" An Ning said nervously.

"Don't go, it's too dirty." When An Jingning heard that the little thing was actually going to the torture room, he wanted to veto his request, but when he saw his pleading eyes and pitiful appearance, his heart softened, and he softened his tone and said: "In the bloody atmosphere in the torture room, I'm afraid you won't be used to it." If you really want to go, I will accompany you, but when you come back, don't cry and say you're afraid. ”

Hearing An Jingning's agreement, An Ning nodded and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty." ”

The torture room is a place where everyone in the palace talks about the change of color, and before he reached the door, An Ning smelled a smell of blood. When he entered the room, he saw that the little eunuch who was fine in the afternoon was wrapped in a wet black soft cloth wrapped around the chair, and his whole body was paralyzed, looking like he had more air in and less air out. The torture instrument on the side was more or less stained with some minced meat or blood, and looking at Qiao Mude's helpless look, An Ning knew that this was probably a hard bone, and he should not have spit out anything useful.

"How's it going?" An Jingning didn't want An Ning to stay here longer, and asked in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, it's useless to be an old slave." Qiao Mude bowed down and said in fear.

"Heh" The little eunuch opened his eyes and sneered when he saw someone coming. "Don't do useless work, I won't betray my master."