All eyes fell on Beiyue Emperor, who was like a gleam on his back. His dignity was not diminished, and he stood up slowly. With turbid eyes and dark pupils, he glanced at Beiyue King.
It seemed like a century had passed before Beiyue Emperor finally spoke, "King of Beiyue, I will give you an explanation regarding your daughter's matter."
"Your Majesty!" Ye Qingtian was furious.
What the Beiyue Emperor meant was that he wanted to hand over Qingge!
"but……"
Bei Yuehuang lowered his eyes, and after a moment, said: "In previous years, people would die in battle at the Four Dynasties Conference. This matter is indeed normal. I will give it to you naturally, but please wait for a few days. After the Four Dynasties Conference,
I will naturally give you a result that satisfies you."
His eyes were filled with coldness, and the aura of death became stronger and stronger. The moment he stood up, a huge conspiracy naturally formed in his mind.
He wants her to die!
"It's late at night. Today's battle ends here. It will continue tomorrow. Let's all go back." Beiyue Emperor said.
On the side, Concubine Yu stood up, the palace slaves picked up the support, and a guard came over carrying a chariot.
"Your Majesty Beiyue."
Seeing Bei Yue Huang turning around to leave, on the high platform, Bei Tomb King took a few steps forward and shouted angrily.
The Beiyue Emperor stopped, glanced at the Bei Tomb King, and said: "My lord, don't forget, this is Beiyue, not Xi Xun. If you have this time, why don't you go back and think about your daughter's funeral.
Wuhen also said just now that five years ago, my eldest prince died at the hands of you, Xixun. Did I ask you to give an explanation?"
Five years ago, he saw with his own eyes that the prince he loved most was cut in half. His eyes were blurred by blood, and he could not even summon the strength to be angry. The eldest prince and Bei Yueming had the same mother. After the eldest prince died,
Bei Yue Huang was even more kind to Bei Yue Ming.
There was anger in the man's eyes, and he blocked the words of the Northern Tomb King. The Northern Tomb King froze on the high platform, scowl angry, furious, but his heart was cold, and he did not dare to say more. Although he was looking for the west
The supreme prince, but this is the territory of the Beiyue Dynasty.
Emperor Beiyue said no more, and he and Concubine Yu got on the chariot and walked to the palace. Two rows of palace slaves followed behind, holding banners in hand.
A green figure swept onto the ring. Mu Qi stood up on the high platform, hugged Qingge's fists, and said, "Today's battle was really exciting. I'm looking forward to fighting you."
"I'm looking forward to it too." Qing Ge smiled.
"The next few days will be the Battle of the Hundred Kingdoms. You can rest for a few days. I hope that the one who steps onto this stage will be you who will go all out," Mu Qi said.
The first day of the Four Dynasties Conference was a battle between the four empires, and the following days were battles between small countries. Then the two strongest winners were determined, and they fought together with the best of the four empires to determine the final ranking.
Qingge nodded.
When Mu Qi left, the girl in red followed closely behind her. When she left, she always looked back at Qing Ge, either out of curiosity or admiration.
After many days, her resentment towards Qing Ge disappeared.
"Nameless? Should I call you Miss Third? Or Princess Anguo?"
Aventurine stood under the ring, his brocade robe embroidered with begonias trailing to the ground, his energy was like an orchid, and he looked at Qing Ge with melancholy eyes.
Qing Ge looked towards Aventurine, wondering inexplicably, what Aventurine looked like when he smiled, would those eyes that seemed to have been filled with water from the West Lake still look so sad and desolate?
"As long as the prince likes it, you can call me whatever you want." Qingge said with a smile.
"If I like you, will you marry to Tangling?" Tangling asked abruptly.
Suddenly, everyone looked at him in surprise, and Ye Qingtian was even more surprised. He also had a relationship with Aventurine, so he naturally knew that Aventurine was not a person who liked to joke around.
Sitting on the gilt chair, Mo Xie took a sip of wine and said, "There are more and more love rivals."
Xiao Rufeng smiled and said, "No matter how much she does, you won't care about it, right? As long as she is fine, you will feel at ease, right?"
Mo Xie laughed loudly and threw the wine gourd in his hand towards Xiao Rufeng, "No one knows me better than Brother Xiao. Let's have a drink of the newly brewed spring wine."
Xiao Rufeng caught the wine gourd, opened the stopper, and took a swig, feeling refreshed.
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Qingge looked at the aventurine cod in surprise, a row of black lines fell on her forehead, what the hell is this...
"You are so cute."
Aventurine cod said calmly: "I saw that the atmosphere was tense. It was just a joke. Don't take it to heart." While speaking, Aventurine cod took out a medicine bottle from his sleeve. He handed the bottle to Qingge and said: "
There is also a Shadowless Pill in it. After this battle, the third lady should be in low spirits, but she will be much better after taking this pill."
Shadowless Pill is an excellent pill for weapon refiners.
Some weapon refiners will be seriously injured during the process of refining weapons, and their spirits will suffer backlash. Some severe cases will be left with lifelong trauma, which will have a very bad impact on future weapon refining.
Although Qingge didn't refine the weapon today, the process of fighting Xin Wanjun definitely took a toll on his spirit.
"Thank you."
Qingge was not polite and took it generously and put it in the space bag.
Aventurine Cod nodded, hugged his fists towards Ye Wuhen and Ye Qingtian, then turned to leave. As he was leaving, two secret guards descended from the sky and followed behind him.
Ye Wuhen helped Qingge and Ye Qingtian to leave together and got on the carriage. The King of the North Tomb stood aside with a thunderous face. He glared at Qingge's back with a murderous look. If eyes could kill, Qingge would have been killed by a thousand swords.
Thousands of pieces.
The night is already deep.
The King of the North Tomb stood on the ring for a long time, until everyone left. People from small countries do not have the freedom of the four great empires, so they have to bow respectfully to the King of the North Tomb before leaving.
"Your Majesty, the princess has passed away. Please express my condolences."
Countless seats are empty. On an alder wood chair in the back, a man with a feminine and enchanting appearance is sitting on it. Zhan Qiu is smiling, sitting sideways, leaning on the handle of another alder wood chair with his slender elbows.
He held his face with his fingers, a spacious robe was wrapped around his body, and his collarbone was looming.
The King of the Northern Tomb looked at him fiercely, "Consolences? How do you want me to express my condolences? How do you want me to express my condolences?"
"My lord, please don't get angry. It will be bad for your health if you get angry." Zhan Qiu said with a smile.
"Are you the crown prince of Nanyi Kingdom?" the Northern Tomb King said solemnly.
Zhan Qiu got up, walked forward, and stopped next to the dragon chair where Beiyue Emperor was sitting. He placed his slender jade-like fingers on the frame of the dragon chair and rubbed his fingertips, "Don't you know, Your Majesty, Beiyue Emperor?"
Do you have murderous intentions towards Ye Qingge?"
"Do you know that if your words are listened to by people who are interested, I'm afraid there will be no Nanyi Kingdom in the world tomorrow." The Northern Tomb King only found it funny and turned around to leave.
Emperor Beiyue wants to kill Ye Qingge?
How is this possible.
How could you be willing to kill such a talented person?