The wind passes silently.

In the Golden Palace, the sound of sucking sounds came one after another.

Even Ye Qingtian was shocked. His granddaughter was named a marquis, how could he not be scared?

Qingge stood at the top of all officials, looking at the man on the dragon throne. There seemed to be a layer of fog in front of him, and nothing could be seen. Beihuang's eyes were peaceful and the aura of a king.

After looking at each other for a long time, Qingge lowered his head slightly and bent over halfway, "I thank you for your kindness!"

He claimed to have gone from a minister to a minister, but the difference between one word and a difference between the mud.

From now on, she will be the Marquis of Anguo.

"The old mansion of Yingwu Hou has been buried in the dust for a hundred years and no one lives in it, so I will give it to you as a mansion."

Beihuangdao: "At midnight tonight, we will mourn the undead of 70,000 massacre troops in the sky. The remaining 30,000 massacre troops will be named the National Guarding Army. It is Beiyue's first team, Li Canglang and Bai Honghai's two spiritual masters,

For the General…”

“…”

Beihuang said in an orderly manner, and one by one stood up to thank him.

"Marquis Anguo, follow me to the imperial study room to discuss everything." After retreating from the court, Beihuangdao.

Qingge was silent, and soon a palace slave came over and took her to the imperial study room.

Ye Qingtian walked out of the Golden Palace with a spring breeze on his face. His white beard shook, and the smile on his face could not be covered by any means.

"Elder Ye, you are so lucky." Someone came to congratulate him, "The Ye family not only produced a war god, but also a female marquis."

"Looking at Beiyue, there is only one Yingwu Marquis. Looking back a hundred years ago, the King of Yingwu was so arrogant that he was like a tiger. His courage was unparalleled."

"You are wrong. When the Marquis of Yingwu was granted a marquis, he was at the thirteenth level of his innate cultivation. He was only thirty years old. On the seventh day of his marquis, he broke through the spirit master. As a woman, Marquis of Anguo has arrived at the age of only 16.

The seventh level of the innate level not only won the first place in the four dynasties, but also able to defeat the twelveth level of the innate level. Such a strange person, besides the title of marquis, there may not be any other title that can match her."

"Yes, too." I laughed out loud.

“…”

Ye Qingtian stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes. "In terms of the importance of genes, it turns out that the person with my Ye Qingtian blood flowing in his body will not be much worse."

Everyone: "..."

This old man...

Mo Yuntian and Xiao Cang walked behind and looked at Ye Qingtian's agile back with a smile.

Imperial study room.

The golden lacquer door was closed tightly, covering the green sun. The room was dull, only a green light lit up, the ghost fire swayed, and the deep and deep.

Qingge stood in front of the table, Beiyue Emperor sat on the dragon chaise, his back was straightened, and his hands were clearly skeletons flipped over the memorials piled up on the table, and read them quickly, corrected them, or threw them away.

"sit."

Without raising his head, Beihuang spit out a word from his thin lips.

Qingge pursed her lips and sat down on the musk chair next to her. She sat gracefully, wearing a cold and cold Tsinghua University.

In the imperial study, it was quiet.

The falling needles can be heard, and it is as quiet as this, only the sound of Beihuang reading the memorial sounded.

After a whole day, Beihuang almost didn't look up, her fingers were flying. Until the dusk, she threw the last memorial into the abandoned pile. Beihuang then raised her head from the table, with amber's deep eyes, now she was quiet.

Looking at Qingge suddenly.

"I don't want to be this emperor." Beihuang suddenly spoke.

"I know." Qingge lowered his head and lowered his eyes, "But you still pretended."

From the time when Beihuang carriage was parked outside Yong'an, he was destined to be the throne of his.

"That's because if I, the prince of the Eastern Palace, do not ascend to the throne as the emperor, you will be criticized by the world."

Beihuangdao: "No princes are suitable for being emperors. If you destroy an emperor with your own hands, you must send an emperor with your own hands, otherwise you will not be able to take the game."

"But you helped me take over this endgame, didn't you?" Qingge smiled sweetly.

Beihuang was helpless and sat on the dragon throne with anger, rubbing her forehead with headache, "I won't take it, who else do you expect to help you take it?"

He expected everything, and when the dust settled and the endgame was about to die, he went to the outskirts of Yong'an to put the game in person.

He didn't want to be the emperor, but he went there with the heart of being the emperor. Qingge was waiting for him to come. The two of them had never discussed this matter, but they happened to think of one place.

The seemingly messy situation was perfectly closed by accident.

"Are you going back to Jialan Academy?" Qingge asked.

"Go back? Who will be the emperor when I go back? Are you here?" Bei Huang said angrily.

Qingge shrank his neck in disappointment. It seemed that Beihuang was very frustrated to be the emperor.

"The mansion of Yingwuhou will be yours from now on, but the three words Yingwu Hou on the plaque cannot be replaced."

Beihuangdao: "Empress Yingwu was only fifty-three years old when she died. She is as powerful as the second sword spirit master. If you have nothing to do, you may be able to pass on some things."

Qingge looked at Beihuang and was quite moved. The man didn't have a deep relationship with her, but many things were considered for her.

Take the palace of the Yingwu Hou as an example. As long as the person who has the strength to the spirit master can sit and transform before his death, he can pass on some precious things in his life to those who are destined to be later.

There will be more or less the inheritance of the Yingwu Marquis in the mansion of Yingwu Marquis. As for whether Qingge can be passed on and what it can be passed on, it depends on the opportunity.

Everything is nothing more than just a word of fate.

When Qingge left the imperial study room, he saw the Gong Nu walking in with a pile of new memorials. Qingge was shocked when he looked at the pile of memorials and ran away quickly, afraid that Beihuang would complain after seeing another pile of memorials.

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Beihuang looked at the girl's figure leaving in a hurry, and couldn't help but smile on her lips. When she saw the memorial in the hands of the Gong Nu, her face turned dark again.

After the Gong Nu came in and placed the memorial in front of the table, footsteps sounded, Beilinghai walked in with a swagger, sat straight on the chair, put the flower fan in his hand and placed it in the palm of his other hand.

But he said, "I finally know what you mean. It turns out that you knew that Ye Qingge would lead the massacre army to rebel, and the father would go to prison, and you, the prince, succeeded to the throne, naturally, everything was under your expectations.

Among them, is that right?"

Beihuang's eyes were condensed, and her hands holding the wolf-haired pen exerted a little force, and her joints turned white.

But he threw the wolf's pen towards Beilinghai, and the pen inserted it into the auspicious dragon pillar behind the musk chair like a sharp blade.

"First, she is not a rebellion. Do you dare to talk nonsense? Believe it or not, I cut your tongue?"

"Second, Ye Qing is the Marquis of Anguo. Even as the emperor's uncle, you cannot call him the name directly. You have to call him the Marquis, otherwise you will be disrespectful."

“…”

Beihuang put his hands on his legs and looked at Beilinghai faintly.

Beilinghai Yuguang glanced at the dagger that was inserted into the auspicious dragon pillar, swallowed his saliva, and smiled embarrassedly, "Just just kidding, why should the emperor be angry?"

"Some jokes are not enough, they will kill people." Beihuangdao.

He raised his eyes and looked at the ghost fire floating under the ceiling, and smiled bitterly.

You regard people as life, and I regard them as life.
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