While crying after losing his virginity, Chen Qingle told the whole story. He wanted to fight, but the imperial power was supreme and he had no room to interrupt.
Unlike Chen Qingle who burst into tears, Chan Bi listened to Chen Qingle's narration with a calm face.
She took a deep breath, sat astride Chen Qingle's lap, held Chen Qingle in her arms who was crying with her face covered, patted his back gently, stroked his hair and comforted him: "Master, don't stop.
I cried for Chan Bi. The young master is a man who wants to stand upright in the Xuanlian Dynasty, so don’t show yourself like this."
"Chambi understands, aren't they just like recycling the necromancy curse?"
"Chan Bi is born to the young master, and dead is the ghost of the young master. It is absolutely impossible for me to marry Feng Mu Mu! Since Chan Bi is going to be used to secure the western border, then let's use Chan Bi's body to calm down the chaos."
Hearing this, Chen Qingle stopped crying.
He hurriedly raised his head, grabbed Chan Bi's shoulders tightly, and said in horror: "No! You can't die! I don't want you to die!"
At this time, Chan Bi's red eyes were filled with tears.
"Now, Chanbi only has one chance to die!"
Chen Qingle hurriedly persuaded: "No! You don't have to die. Chanbi, I have already thought about it for you. You should marry Feng Mumu first to appease the people of the Miao Wu tribe. You can wait for me in the Miao Wu tribe."
Wait for me to kill all the princes and wait for me to ascend the throne! When the time comes, the power will be in my hands. I will send my troops to the west and I will definitely force the Miao Wu tribe to hand you over. You are my queen, not Zihui, nor
No one else but you."
"That way Chanbi would be unclean and unworthy of the young master."
"Who said that!"
Chen Qingle waved her hand: "I don't care! I just want you to live!"
He shook Chanbi's shoulders and begged: "Chambi, just listen to me, okay? Stay alive and wait for me to pick you up! If you die like this, how can I feel at ease in the Xuanlian trial! By the way, you don't want to see me
Are you ascending to the throne step by step? Do you really have the heart to die in such an unexplained way?"
Chanbi was very entangled in her heart, but when she saw Chen Qingle's pleading eyes, her heart immediately softened.
"Well, Chanbi will live for the young master. Even in the Miao Wu tribe, Chanbi will always pay attention to the young master's Xuanlian trial."
"Very good!"
Chen Qingle cried with joy.
He hugged Chan Bi tightly, as if he was hugging the last straw, but Chen Qingle didn't see it, but Chan Bi's eyes revealed the hopeless despair.
One day after saying goodbye, the team that sent Chanbi to be married to the Miao Wu tribe was already waiting at Jianlongwang Mansion.
Chan Bi wore a charming wedding dress, holding Chen Qing Le's hand, and stepped onto the sedan chair step by step. This scene was Chan Bi's most anticipated dream, but the person she was marrying was not the man beside her.
Chan Bi sat in the sedan chair, and when she looked at Chen Qing Le, tears burst out of her eyes. Chen Qing Le wiped her tears and comforted her: "Wait for me, Chan Bi, it won't be long. When I take over, I will definitely take you."
Ask for it back."
Chanbi nodded obediently: "Well, Master, Chanbi is waiting for you."
Then the team set off, heading west and gradually disappearing into the horizon.
Chen Qingle stood at the door of Jianlongwang Mansion for a long time. Chan Bi's departure made him feel like a knife, but somehow, the uneasiness in Chen Qing Le's heart was filled again. Because he knew that as soon as Chan Bi left,
, even if one of his major affairs is settled, the second prince's plot to bring him down will also fail.
As the sun went down, Zi Hui quietly came to Chen Qingle's side and whispered: "Your Majesty, it's time to go back and rest."
Chen Qingle turned his head and suddenly noticed that Zi Hui was so charming under the afterglow of the setting sun. She was stunningly beautiful with every smile. He could see that Zi Hui had dressed up carefully.
"It's time to rest."
Zi Hui said shyly: "Then the prince is resting with me tonight?"
"Where else but with you?"
Zi Hui held Chen Qingle's hand and took him to her boudoir.
Midnight watch.
Zi Hui's screams sounded in the boudoir.
"Your Majesty! No! Slow down, it hurts so much, please spare me!"
Zi Hui was lying naked on the bed, with a big iron claw-like hand firmly pressing her slender neck, leaving purple-red bruises.
Chen Qingle pressed on Zi Hui with a ferocious expression, attacking Zi Hui with one fatal blow after another.
"Bitch! Isn't this what you've always wanted? Ah! Can't you bear it now?"
"I'm telling you! No one can replace Chan Bi's position!"
Chen Qingle roared like a wild beast.
"No one can!"
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The next day, Zi Hui's devastated body collapsed on the bed, tears constantly falling from her eyes.
Chen Qingle dressed quickly without even looking at Zi Hui. As soon as she stepped out of the room, she shouted loudly: "Here comes someone!"
Wow wow wow!
Chen Qingle's palace guards left and gathered in front of him.
These guards are all elites from the three major clans. There are twelve of them in total, and each of them is a master in the early stage of Void Refining. Chen Qingle rose into the air: "Follow me to the royal hunting ground!"
"As you command!"
Chen Qingle led Fengfenghuohuo to the royal hunting ground. This hunting ground was originally the most prosperous and lively place in the imperial capital. The nobles of the imperial capital often hunted leisurely here and talked about important events.
Since the Royal Hunting Ground was taken over by Chen Qingle, it has become completely deserted.
Chen Qingle opened the gate of the royal hunting ground and entered the already overcrowded royal hunting ground.
Since he took over the royal hunting ground, all the prisoners of war sent have been properly placed, waiting for him to ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor and return to his hometown. For these prisoners of war, Chen Qingle is their heaven and their god.
As soon as Chen Qingle entered the royal hunting ground, the grateful prisoners of war crowded over, and cheers and shouts filled the sky.
Chen Qingle stood in the crowd and glanced at the smiling faces. Thinking of what she would do next, she suddenly felt a pang in her conscience.
But this pain soon became numb. Because Chanbi left, Chen Qingle felt that her soft heart gradually disappeared.
Perhaps it is said that he no longer needs to hide his true heart.
Does Chen Qingle care about the lives of these prisoners of war?
He had never cared about it before. He did this just to please Chan Bi and to make the rescued prisoners of war feel grateful to him.
Now these are gone.
He only had Emperor Xuanlian's cold warning in his heart.
Chen Qingle opened his mouth, and the cheering crowd around him immediately fell silent. They were prepared to listen to Chen Qingle's words as if full of grace. But what they heard was indeed the whisper of the God of Death.
"Kill, leave no one behind."
These people who were grateful to Chen Qingle seemed to be hallucinating, and they all froze in place, staring blankly at Chen Qingle.
However, the twelve guards behind Chen Qingle had no auditory hallucinations. They stirred up their magic power and bombarded the crowd with spells and magic weapons.
In an instant, blood splattered everywhere and severed limbs flew everywhere.
The rising blood rained heavily on the crowd.
The surviving prisoners of war were soaked in the rain of blood, and their reverence at one moment suddenly turned into fear at the next moment.
The crowd screamed and fled in all directions in the rain of blood.
Chen Qingle's twelve Lianxu guards left and dispersed in pursuit. The royal hunting ground had existed for many years, but no one-day massacre could be as large and bloody as it is today.
The smell of blood that hit his nostrils and the screams of the fleeing crowd poured into Chen Qile's mind one after another, gradually making him confused.
The pain of losing Chan Bi, the urgency of Xuanlian's trial, and the intimidation of Emperor Xuanlian. Mountains of mountains were pressing on Chen Qingle, and the pressure was accumulating. Chen Qingle, the volcano, finally erupted.
In an instant, the Xuanlian Heavenly Fire ignited on Chen Qingle, and Chen Qingle also joined in the massacre.
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