Tyrant I am from MI9

Chapter 181

Qin Zhiyan's eyes were like layers of waves, he smiled comfortably, held Qing Xia's hand behind his back, and said with a smile: "Yimaer, I am very happy, I have never been so happy as now."

Qing Xia smiled warmly, nodded and said: "Me too."

Incense was burning in the greenhouse, several heaters were steaming, and there was a strong smell of medicine everywhere. Qing Xia picked up the cotton-white gown, put it on for Qin Zhiyan, and then helped him sit on the couch.After thinking for a while, she suddenly took off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, half-kneeled behind Qin Zhiyan, picked up a comb, and combed his long black hair.

"Zhiyan, did I tell you that the men over there don't have long hair." Qing Xia asked suddenly.

Qin Zhiyan was holding a small bowl, which contained Qingxia's Chuanbei lotus seed and pear soup, and was drinking it politely, when he heard this, he was slightly taken aback, and said, "Are all bald people without hair? "

Qing Xia laughed dumbly, and said: "No, they are all cut short, very energetic. If you also cut your hair short, wearing a suit and tie, you must be very handsome."

Qin Zhiyan shook his head with a smile, looked sideways at the long hair on his shoulders, and said with a broken smile: "I really can't imagine my short hair."

"That's easy!" Qing Xia said with a smile: "As soon as you have time, I will draw a sketch for you, I am very good at drawing."

"sketch?"

"That's right," Qing Xia said, "It's different from your ink paintings. The sketches are realistic, and the ones you draw are almost like real people. I just don't know if you can make this kind of brush here. Hey, if I knew it, I would ask Zhu Yuanqing and the others to help me. I'll make one."

"There are also many skilled craftsmen in the palace. I will ask Uncle Xiang to introduce them to you tomorrow."

"Really?" Qing Xia said happily, just about to speak, but suddenly found a lot of hair wrapped around the comb, she was taken aback for a moment, as if a needle had been stuck in her heart, her eyes were sore, and she almost shed tears Come.

"Yimaer, I won't be the prince anymore. I will accompany you to travel all over the famous mountains and rivers, or sail to the sea. Wherever you want to go, I will accompany you, okay?"

Qing Xia froze for a moment, the uneasiness in her heart became heavier, she put down the comb in her hand, wrapped her arms around Qin Zhiyan's waist from behind, pressed her face on his back, a tear flowed down, wet his white face There was a big water mark on the white shirt.

"Okay, when your illness is cured, we will travel all over the world and live in places we like, and when we get tired of staying, we will go elsewhere."

Qin Zhiyan's voice was very soft, as if he was weak and weak. Qingxia couldn't see his face, but could only feel the vibration on his back, and heard him say: "I used to always think that for Daqin, I would die. After that, there is nothing to regret. But if I have not been with you anywhere, I have not seen anywhere with you, and I just died like this, I will definitely feel very sad."

"What nonsense?" Qing Xia yelled angrily, let go of Qin Zhiyan's body, came to him, and said in a deep voice: "Who said you will die, you can eat and sleep, I don't know how good it is , How can something happen? Zhu Yuanqing is contacting the Seventh Department of Qingpeng for me, you know, they are all capable people, and there will always be a way to cure your illness."

Qin Zhiyan smiled gently, noncommittal.

Qing Xia grabbed his hand nervously, widened her eyes, and said loudly: "Qin Zhiyan, do you believe me?"

Qin Zhiyan nodded with a smile, and Qingxia said firmly: "I was beheaded by the military, but I didn't give up my desire to survive. You see, I can live without a head. Why can't you? As long as we have Hope, there will be a miracle, you will be fine, and you must not have an accident, if you leave me alone, I will hate you."

Qin Zhiyan nodded, smiled and said, "Okay."

"What's so good?" Qing Xia said angrily, "There is no sincerity at all!"

Qin Zhiyan patted the top of her head funny, and coaxed a child and said: "Okay, I won't die, I will definitely stay with Yimaer until you don't want to stay by my side."

"There won't be such a day." Qing Xia suddenly reached out to hug Qin Zhiyan, buried her head in his chest, and said with a trembling voice: "We will be together forever, this is our home, and I will always cling to you. You, until you are too old to walk, until your teeth fall out, until you become bald, I will not let you go. We will have our own children, and children will have children, and then we will look at a group of radishes The head is running around around us, drinking sweet soup happily. We will travel to every corner of the world, you play the flute for me, I will draw for you, and when we are old, we will move to the Green Wood Hall of the Imperial Tomb Go live here, where the fruit is delicious and the hot spring is very warm. Qin Zhiyan, you gave me hope and a home, you can’t say nothing.”

Qin Zhiyan smiled slowly, closed his eyes slightly, hugged Qingxia's waist, and sprayed warm breath on top of her head, everything was like a big dream.

"Emaer, no matter what happens, I will be by your side."

The deep voice came out slowly, Qingxia's tears slipped out, Qin Zhiyan smiled gently, shook his head and said: "Fool, why are you crying?"

The pale woman raised her pointed face, pouted and said, "Qin Zhiyan, a man, you must remember what you say."

"En," Qin Zhiyan smiled and nodded, then slowly lowered his head and kissed Qing Xia's lips.

If all this is just a floating dream, please never let me wake up.

At this moment, I don't want to think about anything anymore. I don't want to think about the ups and downs of the Qin country, the cold blade in the corner, and the face that is covered in dust in my heart.

I have walked alone all my life, trekking through ups and downs. Now let me use my life as a bet to love someone wholeheartedly. Deflection transfer, since you choose to walk side by side, you will never look back.

The next day, Qin Zhiyan said he was ill and stayed in the mansion, Qingxia was very excited all day, she sent someone to tidy up a corner of the Northwest courtyard to plant flowers and hang buildings, and accompany Qin Zhiyan to drink tea inside.The craftsmen in Prince Xuan's Mansion are really not simple, Qingxia just gave a little reminder, and in the afternoon, dozens of pencils were made, although they were slightly different from the modern ones, but they still made her happy for a long time.After laying out the white paper and making the easel, Qing Xia sat in front and began to draw like a model.

Qin Zhiyan was lying on the soft chair with a light smile, covered with a white blanket, leisurely looking at a volume of miscellaneous notes, raising his head from time to time to see Qing Xia's serious look, every time he wanted to laugh, he would always be laughed at. Her angry eyes forced her to retreat.

Compared with the people of this era, Qing Xia's paintings are indeed realistic. Two days later, they are already quite large-scale. The scrolls of one person's height are stretched on the ground. Holding a goblet, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, that face clearly resembled Qin Zhiyan's.

The servants from the top and bottom of the palace came to the Diaolou in batches to watch, and they were all amazed. Qin Zhiyan couldn't help laughing when he saw Qingxia's complacent appearance.

This afternoon, Qing Xia was in the kitchen directing several cooks to make cakes according to her request, but unfortunately, this super agent who is proficient in various assassination techniques and knowledge of all walks of life can't make desserts alone.Qin Zhiyan was cured due to illness, he was forbidden to eat spicy food, and he had to eat less salty food. After finding out his preferences, after a few days, Qing Xia delved into the recipes of various desserts, and taught everything he knew to the cook Fortunately, she is articulate, and the cook is extremely talented, and most of the desserts she makes are similar, except for today.

"Failed again," Qing Xia said depressedly: "It seems that there is no oven, it's really impossible, it's hard to control the heat, I'll think about it."

At this moment, Bi'er suddenly ran into the kitchen, and said to Qing Xia: "Miss, the court officials have come to send you some clothes."

"The courtesy officer of the inner court gave me clothes?" Qing Xia was taken aback, raised her brows slightly, and asked in a deep voice.

"That's right." Bi'er said, "A lot of people have come, including the imperial physician from Ouchi."

"Let's go, let's see what they're up to." After washing the flour off her hands, Qing Xia ran towards the main hall of the palace.

As soon as he turned around the corridor, he saw a group of inner court attendants exiting the main hall respectfully and walking outside.

Qin Zhiyan was standing in front of the main hall, dressed in a lavender robe, looking extraordinarily elegant.Seeing Qing Xia, she walked forward with a smile, stretched out her hand and gently wiped her left cheek, half-closed her eyes into a nice arc, and said with a smile: "Look at you, your face is covered with flour."

"Zhiyan, what are they doing here?"

Qin Zhiyan shook his head and said, "It's nothing, you don't have to worry."

"Liar," Qing Xia grabbed Qin Zhiyan's shirt, and said stubbornly, "There is nothing to show courteousness to, it's either adultery or stealing, Bi'er said she gave me clothes and told me."

Qin Zhiyan thought for a while, and said in a deep voice, "Father's royal banquet tonight, I want you to attend."

"Me?" Qing Xia was taken aback, pointed at her own nose, and widened her eyes.

Qin Zhiyan said with a smile: "Well, it doesn't matter if you don't want to go, I'll help you push it away."

Qing Xia shook her head and said: "If you can hide from the first day of the junior high school, you can't hide from the fifteenth day, so just go."

Qin Zhiyan held her small hand and squeezed it comfortingly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The midday sun hung brightly in the sky, casting the gentle light of warm spring.

It is now the beginning of March, just the beginning of spring in the north, the days are still very short, and the sky is getting dark early.The carriage drove slowly on the street, and the guards of Yanziying were on both sides of the carriage, riding horses to clear the way. There was no curfew in Xianyang, and the streets were bustling and noisy at this time, but no one scrambled to give way to the carriage passing by Prince Xuan's Mansion, and it was silent .

(End of this chapter)