After wearing the book, the villain tyrant wants to spoil me

Chapter 44 It's really sad for the listeners

Mu An'an originally thought that as long as she subdued in front of Su Jing and smoothed over him, she would naturally be able to extinguish Su Jing's anger.

As a result, she was kicked out of the side hall.

When I think about this matter, it is really extremely desolate. Those who hear it are sad and those who hear it cry.

Poor and helpless.

In this world, it is very difficult to keep one's own life!
Mu An'an sat cross-legged on the bed, worrying about what she would do tomorrow to coax the tyrant well, but judging from her previous experience of being single for 20 years and having zero love experience——

Gan!
This question is beyond the outline, seriously beyond the outline!
This is simply embarrassing her, a noble and elegant single nobleman!
Mu An'an was about to tear down the quilt, but she still couldn't think of a good way. She waved at A Zhu who was sitting not far away: "A Zhu, come here."

"Miss?"

Azhuben was sewing an autumn cloak for the empress.

Hearing this, she put down her needlework and cloak, got up, and walked quickly to Mu An'an, with a puzzled look on her face: "Madam, is there anything I need to tell my servant to do?"

"You don't need to do it."

Mu An'an pondered for a moment, coughed lightly, and said with an unnatural expression: "Azhu, do you have a childhood sweetheart or a sweetheart?"

"???"

Hearing Niangniang's words unexpectedly, Ah Zhu was stunned.

After regaining consciousness, Ah Zhu's cheeks blushed unconsciously, she pursed her lips, and said in a low voice: "Why did the empress suddenly think of asking the slave about this?"

Mu An'an's eyes were sharp, and he saw Azhu's strangeness in his eyes all at once, and he understood a little bit in his heart.

She looked at Azhu with a gentle tone: "You don't need to know about the rest, Azhu, you just need to say whether you have it or not, I will not harm you."

Hearing this, Azhu hesitated a little, but finally made up his mind to confess: "Go back to your mother, this slave does have a sweetheart."

Mu An'an's eyes lighted up slightly, and suddenly he held Azhu's hand tightly, almost crying with excitement: "Azhu, please tell me carefully, what are you and your sweetheart using as a promise of love?" Token?"

If it wasn't for fear of scaring Ah Zhu, she would like to jump up and down on the bed to express her excitement at this time.

"An object of love?"

The empress suddenly grabbed her hand, and Azhu was also frightened, but she often served the empress and knew that the empress was pure and kind.
So I didn't feel scared.

This time, Azhu didn't investigate the reason, but thought carefully, and said: "What he gave the slave was a wooden comb, but what the slave gave him was a sachet, and"

"And what?"

Mu An'an couldn't help being curious.

Azhu smiled shyly: "He and his servants made it by themselves, and the token of love must be made by yourself to be the best and most meaningful."

"That's it."

"exactly."

Mu Anan grabbed the quilt thoughtfully, thinking to herself, she didn't seem to have given the tyrant a gift, and she didn't know if the gift she made with her own hands would calm the tyrant.

Mu An'an asked again: "Azhu, what do you think this palace should give to the king?"

"For Your Majesty?"

Azhu thought for a while: "Your Majesty can make a sachet, or—"

Speaking of this, Azhu's tone paused, and suddenly remembered the cloak that was placed beside him, "Your Majesty, you can also make a cloak for Your Majesty."

"It sounds like a good idea."

However, the sachet is too popular, and she doesn't know how to mix the various spices added to the tyrant's sachet, so she might as well sew a cloak herself.

Thinking about this, Mu An'an made a final decision: "Azhu, come and teach me how to make a cloak!"

　good night
　　Before making the cloak—

　　Mu An'an: This bit of handwork will not trouble this girl
　　When making a cloak—

　　Mu An'an: It's too troublesome, hide away

　　
　
(End of this chapter)