The prince in the prison is not outstanding in appearance. Whether viewed together or separately, the facial features on his face are ordinary and unremarkable. With such a face, it makes people feel extremely comfortable and refreshed.
, like a spring breeze.
"This is the oldest prince in Nanming. He is thirty-five this year. He broke his leg at the age of twenty. He contracted wind-cold at the age of twenty-five and it penetrated deep into his lungs. He has not recovered all year round." The young man leaned into Qingge's ear and whispered softly.
.
Qing Ge nodded. She glanced at the lock on the prison door, pinched it lightly with her fingers, and the spiritual energy spurted out, exploding the solid mercury lock.
The young man stepped forward and opened the cell door.
Qingge walked into the prison, stood in front of the prince, looked at him condescendingly, and asked, "Why are you locked up here?"
"Who is the girl?"
The prince closed the book in his hand and placed it on his legs slowly and gently. His legs were covered with a milky white blanket. Although he was sitting in a wheelchair, he did not have an aura of being unyielding, but that kind of temperament
, which means people surrender willingly.
Some people can conquer the world and win the hearts of the people without spending a single soldier.
"Marquis Beiyue Anguo, Ye Qingge." Qingge raised her dark eyebrows lightly and said.
"Beiyue, Marquis of Anguo."
The prince lowered his eyes and carefully rubbed Qingge's words. He seemed to have been thinking about it for a long time. He raised his black eyes with a smile and looked at Qingge, "It turns out she is a girl from the empire. However, the four empires
, it is really rare for a small country to be affiliated with a hundred years, and it is really rare for a woman to become a marquis, let alone a little girl with immature features."
Qingge looked at the prince with admiration. She came in force, and there was a huge momentum outside. He was sitting in his wheelchair like a normal person, immersed in his own world. Even if someone barged in recklessly, he was not angry.
"Do you want to be a king?" Qing Ge is straightforward and straight to the point.
"King? King of Nanming? Sorry, I'm not interested." The prince said calmly.
"Being the king of Nanming, you can unify Nanming and you don't have to be confined in this narrow prison." Qing Ge seduced.
The prince looked at Qingge in surprise, and then at the square prison. For a long time, his eyes shone like peach blossoms, "Do you think this is a prison?"
"Isn't it?" Qingge frowned.
The prince smiled lightly, and the smile filled his eyes, "Those whose hearts are shackled are always in prison. Those who care about the world, even if they are in prison, they still have their own vast world. Little girl, I am thirty this year.
Five years ago, before I was twenty years old, as the East Palace of Nan Ming, I fought in the north and south, expanded Nan Ming's territory, and became the supreme god of war in Nan Ming. I brought countless glory to Nan Ming. My father regarded me as
Ao, my brother took advantage of my unpreparedness and designed to make me lose my legs. I angrily went to the king's castle in a wheelchair. The king of Nanming, my father saw that I couldn't stand up again. Although he knew the truth, he couldn't stand up again.
There is no intention to vindicate me."
"He said, don't mess around."
"I used to hate being used by others, but now I have sadly discovered that if you have the qualifications to be used, there is meaning in life. Even if you fight all the way, it is better than being alone like this."
The prince said gently, "Now, I am thirty-five years old, and I have experienced a lot of changes. So what if I am a prince or a general? After death, I will not be a handful of loess. My heart is in the world. So, girl, what you see is a prison.
But this is the home I am accustomed to."
Qingge looked at the gentle man in front of her in shock. He was once the God of War in Nanming and the majestic East Palace, but now he said that the prison was his home.
Singing and laughing, you are not a fish, so how can you know the joy of a fish?
Nightmare's voice rang in Qingge's mind, "I can heal his legs."
"Will the treatment process hurt yourself?" Qingge asked.
With Ji Yue, a cruel monster, by her side, Qingge was particularly concerned about this aspect.
When Nightmare heard Qingge's words, she was stunned. She was caring about him and not letting him harm her.
There seems to be warmth flowing through my heart——
Oh, he is just a skeleton, without a heart.
"No." After a while, Yan said.
Qingge closed her eyes, solemnly raised her hands to the man, clasped her fists, and said with a serious face: "Your Highness, I wonder if I have the honor to let you become the king of Nanming?"
"Is it necessary?" the prince asked.
"It has to be you." Qingge said, after a pause, "I have a friend who can heal your legs."
The prince looked at Qing Ge in surprise, and after a long time, he said, "No need."
"Don't you want to stand up?" This was the first time Qingge had met a person like Prince Nanming.
The prince smiled and said: "It's more comfortable to sit, standing is tiring."
He can fight on the battlefield and be invincible from a standing position, and he can strategize and win a decisive victory thousands of miles away from a sitting position.
"So, what about the king?" Qing Ge asked.
The prince's attitude really puzzled her.
"Marquis An Guo kindly invited me to accept your invitation, but I would be disrespectful to accept your invitation." The man said gently.
A smile bloomed on Qingge's face, more beautiful than a hundred flowers.
At this time, in Youlan Castle, the people in Nanming began to stir up trouble.
Their king was killed in front of them. Although they were afraid of Ji Yue, the humiliation in their bones made them ready to take action.
"The king died unjustly, kill them and avenge the king!"
"kill!"
"..."
The shouts of killing came and went.
Ji Yue frowned. Given his temperament, with a wave of his hand and releasing the power of the Demon King, all these people would be annihilated and the ground would be starved to death.
It's just that he can't do that.
His girl has already been given the reputation of being murderous. If he kills people randomly again, I'm afraid it will be bad for his girl.
He protects monsters that others hate like treasures.
He loves and protects his girls.
It is precisely because he loves this girl so much that he is willing to stick to the earth as a prison, thrillingly, flying moths to the flames, even if there is no recovery, he will stay with her for the rest of his life.
Murderous aura——
Suddenly, the sound stopped.
On the circular staircase, a spiritual energy barrier appeared on the pavement. The wheelchair slid down from the spiritual energy barrier. Qingge pushed the wheelchair and walked down.
Inside the castle, there was deathly silence.
Everyone stared at the prince sitting in a wheelchair with their mouths open. His legs were covered with blankets, and he held an ancient book in his fair and delicate hands. The wooden wheelchair made him look retro and elegant.
This is the original Nanming God of War, the prince in the East Palace.
"Lord, are you out?"
A burly man ran forward, knelt in front of the wheelchair, laid his head on the man's legs, and burst into tears.
The man in the wheelchair looked at the dull people with a smile, "What, you don't welcome me?"
Another man in armor came forward, with tears in his eyes, and knelt on the ground with a bang, "How could you not welcome your lord? Fifteen years ago, your lord gave up his position as general and abandoned us, but we have always
It’s to welcome the Lord.”
"What do you mean, Lord or not..." Qing Ge looked at the man indifferently and said, "This is your king, the king of Nanming."