In the Kingdom of Wu'an, the Marquis Mansion in Zhenxi is completely pure.

Yan Qing listened to the yelling coming from far and near in his ears. He tried his best to push himself up and looked around blankly. The dazzling white light was so bright that it dazzled his eyes.

How is this going?

Before she could think clearly, someone pushed her body hard.

"Don't act deaf and dumb here, I'm asking you a question! Do you want to give in to this place?"

This sound!

Yan Qing trembled all over and suddenly looked back. The man in front of her was none other than her uncle Yan Kangping, who inherited her father's title five years ago!

Didn't he have his house confiscated and be exiled to death on the way because of his corruption?

Why are you here?

Yan Kangping seemed unaware of Yan Qing's gaze and pointed at her nose and cursed: "Back then, your father promised me that Ling'er would marry from the Hou Mansion! You are planning to disobey your father's last wish and let your father die in peace.

?!"

The saliva splashed on her face, and the stench was so nauseating.

But Yan Qing didn't have time to wipe it, and only the words "get married" and "Ling'er" echoed in her ears. Her hands and feet were cold. If I remember correctly, didn't this happen in the third year of Qianyuan?

That year, her father and brother died in the war, and before the period of mourning was over, Yan Kangping wanted to demolish the mourning hall of her father and brother and replace it with a wedding hall, and send Yan Ling'er to marry from the Hou Mansion.

She agreed to this matter back then, just asking them to treat her mother well.

Who would have thought that after Yan Kangping seized the title, he would force her into Prince Su's Mansion as a concubine at the risk of her mother's life and death!

After entering the palace, Yan Ling'er made things difficult for her in every possible way, but Prince Su protected her diligently and even allowed her to take her mother into the palace to take care of her.

She mistakenly believed that King Su had deep feelings for her, fought for him on the battlefield, and helped him achieve great wealth. However, she was framed by him for having an affair, committing treason, and was tortured and killed in the cold palace!

The paper money flew out with sparks and touched the back of Yan Qing's hand, burning her so hard that she shivered.

Looking up, two tablets crashed into her eyes without warning, which made her heartache.

She had died in the cold palace, how could she stand alive in front of her father and brother's soul, and Yan Kangping had come back from the dead...

Could it be that she was reborn?

Yan Qingzheng was shocked and confused when he suddenly heard an angry curse: "Fuck your mother's shit!"

She turned around and saw her general Liu Zhao, who had been dead for three years, standing in front of her, pointing at Yan Kangping's nose and yelling: "The Marquis and the Crown Prince have just left, and it has not been three days since the death of the deceased. You old thief?"

I want to tear down their mourning hall and replace it with a wedding hall, so that your daughter can get married! Only when the Marquis has a big brother like you, will he really die in peace!"

"This is our family matter, there is no way for outsiders to interfere!"

Yan Kangping pushed Liu Zhao with a dark face and shouted at Yan Qing, "You still won't let them back down! If the trouble gets bigger and word gets out, are you going to make people laugh at our Hou Mansion for having no rules? Can you?"

You need to think carefully. Your father is dead and you are a girl. You will have to rely on us uncles to help you get married in the future. It will not do you any good to break up!"

This familiar scene made Yan Qing wake up suddenly.

She is reborn!

The ecstasy after shock mixed with the overwhelming hatred made Yan Qing raise the corners of his lips. His deep black eyes were cold and green, and his pale face looked like a ghost from the Nine Netherworld crawling up to collect debts.

They gave her a bad death in her previous life, and she will personally send them to hell in this life!

Yan Kangping was frightened by the murderous aura on Yan Qing's body, and his legs and feet became weak. He subconsciously took two steps back, but he bumped into the angry Liu Zhao.

Yan Kangping was so frightened that he jumped away quickly, looked at Yan Qing and Liu Zhao warily, and shouted in a deep voice: "What do you want to do? I am the future Marquis of Zhenxi!"

"The future Marquis of Zhenxi?"

Yan Qing took a look at Yan Kangping, whose two legs were fighting. In his previous life, he had indeed become the Marquis of Zhenxi, but in this life, he couldn't even think about it!

"The Marquis of Zhenxi controls 800,000 soldiers and horses in Western Xinjiang, controls thirty-seven cities in Western Xinjiang, and fights with Xirong in small battles every three days and one big battle in a year."

Yan Qing sneered, "You are a civil servant who relied on the support of your ancestors and begged my father for help to climb to the position of minister of household affairs. Can you wield a sword, go to the battlefield, and kill the enemy?"

Yan Kangping turned pale with fright at Yan Qing's words. He would never dare to go into battle to kill the enemy, but he did not want to let go of the honor and wealth of the Marquis of Zhenxi: "Don't bluff people here! Xirong and Wu'an have signed an agreement

The friendly agreement means that there will be no intrusion for at least fifty years. The Xirong are still evil and the borders are not peaceful. All these are just made up by you warriors who are unwilling to hand over your military power to confuse the public!"

"Confusing the public opinion? According to you, the four feudal lords in this border area are all committing deception and betraying their master and should be put to death without delay?"

Yan Qing's eyes darkened, and he suddenly raised his voice, "You are so bold to slander the reputation of a meritorious marquis with empty words, Yan Kangping!"

Yan Kangping suddenly felt that he had said the wrong thing, so he stopped quickly, rolled his eyes, and changed his words: "Don't slander me! I'm asking you, will you give up this place today? Give up, wait for me to accept the title, I will

I can still allow you mother and daughter to continue to live in this palace. If not, hum! Then don’t blame me for driving you out!"

Yan Jiajun, including Liu Zhao, who came to express condolences, frowned and looked at Yan Qing after hearing this.

It is true that they did not want her to agree, which would lead to the hasty burial of the Marquis and the Crown Prince, but they were also afraid that if she did not agree, the Marquis's widow and orphans would be left on the streets with nowhere to go.

This is the law of Wu'an. Even the family members of the marquis can no longer live in the marquis' mansion if there are no descendants to inherit the marquis' throne.

Even if they can help, they are still outsiders and have too much contact. It is inevitable that some people will make irresponsible remarks and call Mrs. Hou and the young general a bad reputation.

"That also depends on whether you can be the Marquis of Zhenxi!"

Yan Qing held up his tasseled bright silver spear, straightened his back, and stared at Yan Kangping with a stern gaze, "If the Xirong profit, the Qiang people in the southwest will not be peaceful. If I place a military order in front of the palace to order the southern expedition, wait until I

After returning home victoriously, who do you think the position of Lord of Zhenxi will be given to by the Holy Spirit in the end?"

Everyone who heard these words widened their eyes and looked at the thin woman standing with a gun in front of the mourning hall.

No one thought she was joking.

As the youngest general in the history of Wu'an as a woman, Yan Qing was appointed a vanguard general by the Holy Emperor at the age of ten. He led 3,000 men to capture Heiwa Village, which the imperial court mobilized tens of thousands of troops but failed to capture for ten years.

, and became famous in one battle.

The Yan family army headed by Liu Zhao was filled with passion. They wished they could grab their swords, guns, swords and halberds right now, and rush to the battlefield with Yan Qing, telling those idiots to see that even the Marquis and the prince were gone, and the flags of their Yan family army were not there either.

Will fall!

Yan Kangping's face turned pale. He had offended Yan Qing to death. If Yan Qing really became the Marquis of Zhenxi, Yan Qing would definitely settle accounts with his queen!

How could he, a fifth-rank Minister of Household Affairs, compete with Yan Qing, who held military power?

no!

Ling'er must be allowed to marry from the Hou Mansion to Prince Su's Mansion!

Only by making King Su think that he can become the Marquis of Zhenxi and help him climb to the position of Minister of Household Affairs, can Yan Qing not touch him easily!

Today this mourning hall must be demolished!

Yan Kangping became furious and roared angrily: "Then you have to come back from the battlefield with your life! Now I am the only man in the Yan family. I have the final say in the affairs of the Yan family, and I also have the final say in the Marquis Mansion.

!Tear it down, tear it all down for me! Let me see who dares to stop it!"

Yan Kangping said and overturned the tablet on the memorial platform.

"How dare you, old thief!"

Liu Zhao's eyes widened with anger, he yelled loudly and punched out, everyone in the Yan family army also jumped up in an instant, only to see a bright silver spear thrust out suddenly!

The cold spear blade touched Yan Kangping's heart, and his brocade clothes were pierced. The cold spear tip made Yan Kangping's whole body stiff, and he did not dare to move an inch.

Yan Kangping was angry and frightened, and spoke with a trembling voice: "Yan, Yan Qing, are you crazy? I am, a fifth-rank official of the imperial court, your biological uncle!"

The tip of the spear pierced the flesh of Yan Kangping's chest due to the ups and downs of his words.

The whole hall was silent as blood flowed down, and Yan Kangping was so frightened that he did not even dare to breathe, for fear that the tip of the spear would pierce him completely.

Yan Qing's black eyes were as cold as the abyss, his face was pale, but his hand holding the gun was steady and accurate.
Chapter completed!