In the Jinluan Palace, the sound of sniffing could be heard one after another.
Even Ye Qingtian was shocked. His granddaughter was granted a title of marquis, how could he not be frightened?
Qingge stood at the top of the hundred officials and looked towards the man on the dragon chair. There seemed to be a layer of fog in front of his eyes, and he couldn't see anything clearly. Beihuang's eyes were calm and regal.
After looking at each other for a long time, Qingge lowered his head slightly and half-bent, "My lord, thank you for your kindness!"
From the person who claims to be a minister to a minister, there is a difference of one word and a cloud of mud.
From now on, she will be the Marquis of Anguo.
"The old mansion of Marquis Yingwu has been uninhabited for hundreds of years, so I will give it to you as a mansion."
Beihuang said: "At midnight tonight, we will commemorate the souls of the 70,000 massacre soldiers in the sky. The remaining 30,000 massacre soldiers will be named the National Protector Army. They are the first team of Beiyue. The two spiritual masters Li Canglang and Bai Honghai will be named.
For the general..."
"..."
Beihuang spoke in an orderly manner, and one after another people stood up to express their gratitude.
"Marquis Anguo, please follow me to the imperial study to discuss various matters." After retreating from the court, Beihuang said.
She sang quietly, and soon a palace slave came over and took her to the royal study.
Ye Qingtian walked out of the Jinluan Palace with a springy face, his white beard trembling, and the smile on his face could not be hidden no matter what.
"Elder Ye, you are so lucky." Someone came to congratulate, "The Ye family not only gave birth to a god of war, but also a female marquis."
"Looking at Beiyue, there is only one Yingwu Marquis. Thinking back to a hundred years ago, the Yingwu Marquis could swallow up thousands of miles like a tiger. No one can compare with that level of courage."
"What you are saying is wrong. Marquis Yingwu was at the thirteenth level of innate cultivation when he was granted the title of Marquis. He was only thirty years old, and he broke through to the spiritual master level on the seventh day of the title. Marquis Anguo was a woman and had already reached the level of cultivation at the age of sixteen.
The seventh-level innate person not only won the first place in the Four Dynasties War, but also defeated the late emperor who was at the 12th-level innate person. For such a strange person, other than the title of Marquis, there is probably no other title that can match her."
"Yes, yes." He laughed immediately.
"..."
Ye Qingtian smoothed his beard and narrowed his eyes, "When it comes to the importance of genes, it is true that people with my Ye Qingtian blood flowing in their bodies will not be any worse no matter how bad they are."
Everyone: "..."
This old man...
Mo Yuntian and Xiao Cang walked behind, looking at Ye Qingtian's strong back with smiles.
Royal study room.
The golden lacquered door was closed tightly, hiding the blue sun. The room was dull and dull, with only one green lamp on, and the will-o'-wisps swaying, creating a deep and dark atmosphere.
Qing Ge stood in front of the table, while Bei Yue Huang sat leaning on the dragon chair, with his back straight, and his skeletal hands turning over the pile of memorials on the table, quickly reading them, correcting them, or throwing them aside.
"sit."
Without raising his head, Beihuang uttered a word from his thin lips.
Qingge pursed her lips and sat down on the musk chair next to her. She sat upright and graceful, dressed in the coldness of Tsinghua University.
It was quiet in the imperial study room.
Looking around, one could hear the drop of a needle, and it was so quiet, except for the sound of Beihuang reading the memorial.
The whole day went by, Beihuang barely raised his head, his fingers were flying, until the sunset, when he threw the last memorial into the discard pile, Beihuang then raised his head from the desk, his eyes as deep as amber, now dim
Looking at Qing Ge with a smile.
"I don't want to be the emperor." Beihuang suddenly said.
"I know." Qing Ge lowered his head and lowered his eyes, "But you still took it."
From the moment Beihuang's carriage stopped on the outskirts of Yong'an, and from the moment he stepped off the carriage, it was already destined that the throne was his.
"That's because if I, the Prince of the East Palace, don't ascend the throne as the emperor, you will be criticized by the world."
Beihuang said: "None of the great princes are suitable to be emperor, and if you destroy an emperor with your own hands, you must send an emperor to him with your own hands, otherwise you will not be able to end the situation."
"But you helped me settle this mess, didn't you?" Qing Ge smiled sweetly.
Beihuang had no choice but to sit on the dragon chair in frustration, stroking his forehead with a headache, "If I don't come to collect it, who do you expect to collect it for you?"
He had anticipated everything, and when the dust settled and the game was about to end, he went to the outskirts of Yong'an to put the game away for her personally.
He didn't want to be the emperor, but he went with the intention of becoming the emperor. Qingge was also waiting for him to come. The two had never discussed the matter, but they just happened to think of the same place.
The situation seemed to be a mess, but due to a combination of circumstances, it was put away perfectly.
"Are you going back to Jialan Academy?" Qing Ge asked.
"Go back? Who will be the emperor when I go back? You?" Beihuang said angrily.
Qingge shrank her neck in anger, it seemed that Beihuang felt aggrieved to be the emperor.
"The residence of Marquis Yingwu will be yours from now on, but the three words Empress Yingwu on the plaque cannot be replaced."
Beihuang said: "Queen Yingwu was only fifty-three years old when she died. Her strength was that of the Second Sword Spiritual Master. If you have nothing to do, go and have a look. Maybe you can inherit something."
Qingge looked at Beihuang and was quite moved. This man didn't have a close relationship with her, but he was thinking about many things for her.
Take the Yingwu Marquis' Mansion as an example. As long as those who are powerful enough to be spiritual masters can sit down before death, they can pass on some precious things in their lives to those who are destined to come after them.
In the House of Marquis Yingwu, there will be more or less the inheritance of Marquis Yingwu. As for whether Qingge can be passed down and what it can be passed down, it all depends on chance.
Everything depends on fate.
When Qingge left the imperial study, she saw the palace slave coming in with a bunch of new memorials. Qingge was shocked when she saw the pile of memorials and ran away quickly, fearing that Beihuang would complain after seeing another pile of memorials.
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Beihuang looked at the girl leaving in a hurry, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his lips. When he saw the memorial in the hands of the palace slave, his face turned dark again.
After the palace slave came in and placed the memorial in front of the table, footsteps sounded, Beiling Hai walked in swaggeringly, sat directly on the chair, put away the flower fan in his hand, and put it in the palm of his other hand.
But he said: "I finally understand the meaning of your words. It turns out that you have known for a long time that Ye Qingge will lead the massacre army to rebel, that the father will be imprisoned, and that you, the crown prince, will succeed to the throne. Everything is as you expected."
Among them, right?"
Beihuang's eyes were condensed, and the hand holding the wolf brush was slightly hard, and the joints turned white.
But I saw him throwing the wolf-hair pen towards Beiling Hai, and the pen was like a sharp knife inserted into the dragon pillar behind the Musk Chair by Beiling Hai's ear.
"First of all, she is not treason. If you dare to talk nonsense again, believe it or not, I will cut out your tongue?"
"Second, Ye Qing is the Marquis of Anguo. Even as the emperor's uncle, you are not allowed to call him by his first name. You must address him as Marquis no matter what. Otherwise, it will be disrespectful."
"..."
Beihuang put his hands on his legs and looked at Beilinghai calmly.
Beiling Hai glanced at the dagger inserted into the Xianglong Pillar from the corner of his eye, swallowed his saliva, and smiled sarcastically, "It was just a joke, why should the emperor be angry."
"Some jokes should not be made as they will kill people," Beihuang said.
He raised his eyes to look at the will-o'-the-wisps suspended under the ceiling, and smiled bitterly.
The people you regard as life, I also regard as life.
Love the house and the bird, the love is deep and will last forever!