"Since you are not the father of the Northern Tomb King, nor are you his mother, what qualifications are you to teach me about the Northern Tomb King?" Qingge's voice was sonorous and powerful.
Soldiers are angry.
"Bastard!" The cold sound was like a bitter cold wind whistling across the border.
Like thunder on the ground, everyone was shocked by no means. She was surrounded and suppressed by dozens of elite guards. It should be that the fish and meat were slaughtered, but she stood there, wearing a black robe without wind, and three thousand white hairs were lazy and covered with laziness. The waist is like silk, the ears are bright moonlight, the eyes are cold, and the body is full of evil spirits. The girl, who is only sixteen or seventeen years old, has gone through the steps of life and death!
The soldier listened to Qingge's sound of spiritual energy, and felt his ears buzzing, his mind was blank, chaotic, and he had no time to react. The girl in black clothes waved her jade hand and the Ming Wang sword It broke through the air and slashed hard to the hard and firm ground. The crack spread and the evil aura devoured it. The plain tassel guns in the hands of more than 30 guards were eroded in an instant, and only the plain tassel fell from the air.
The Ming King's sword drew a arc and pointed at the soldiers, "The Emperor Xixun passed away, and the prince's life and death are unknown. As a soldier of Xixun, you are not thinking about how to serve the country and the family, but trying to provoke Xixun Dongling. In connection, you are the guardian of the city..."
After a pause, the girl's voice became a little cold, "I am the Marquis of Beiyue. When you see me, your first reaction is not to inform the soul figure of Xixun, but to cause trouble and provoke trouble and not to do political work in his position. The crime should be punished!"
The sharp words made everyone stunned. The soldiers' faces looked as ugly as ink, trying to defend themselves, "I am the old subordinate of the King of the North tomb, galloping on the battlefield with the King of the North tomb. The King of the North tomb is dead in your hands, The prince also died on the territory of Beiyue…”
"I am worthy of being the old subordinate of the Northern Tomb King, even this virtue is just as disgusting."
Qingge said coldly: "He is the prince, and what are you?"
Since she did not intend to conceal her identity, she had to take the initiative. If she was just a third lady in the Ye family, she could try to avoid some troubles, but she also had an identity as far as possible, and the Marquis of Beiyue, The status is only below my emperor. If she comes to be humiliated by a little soldier in Xixun, the one who is really slapped in the face will be Beihuang.
She had forced the man to the throne, and she wanted to do her best for the rest.
It is precisely because of this that she was worried that after Dongling Xixun, the people who took action behind the scenes would point their finger at Beiyue Beihuang, so she would come to Xixun eagerly and even put the matter of Jialan aside.
"The rumor that Anguo Hou was moody and cruel and ruthless. I thought it was fake and believed that women were all kind in their hearts. However, after seeing me, Anguo Hou's words and deeds were in line with the old saying, the most poisonous thing is the woman's heart." The sound came from the side.
At some point, two carriages were parked outside, inlaid with blue crystals, and the curtains were very thick, so that even the shadows of people inside the carriage could not be seen.
And that was obviously what the person in the car said.
"I am indeed cruel and ruthless, isn't this nonsense?" Qingge admitted readily.
The man in the carriage: "..." this woman.
A good-looking hand stretched out from the curtain and opened the curtain. The man in the carriage leaned forward slightly, attached to the coachman and servant, and didn't know what he said. After saying that, he quickly returned to the car, and the heavy curtain was isolated. The world's vision.
Qingge and others only saw a side face flashing like a storm, as perfect as a knife, with a haircut like a knife, and a prosperous face.
The coachman was a young man. He ran down and whispered the man's words to the soldier.
"The prince only said it once, the Marquis of Beiyue Anguo is a distinguished guest..."
The coachman quickly returned and drove the carriage forward to the wheels in the city.
Qingge looked at the tail of the carriage, and the dust was covered with dust, and coldness appeared in his eyes.
"Xi Xun Ghost King, Xin Yinsi." Yun Yuexia said: "He is the only prince among the princes. One year during the national ceremony, he was the envoy sent by Xi Xun. I remember that you followed the north at that time.
Yue Ming attended the national gift together..." The woman's voice suddenly stopped.
Qingge remembered that Ye Qingge did go to the palace one year and meet Xin Yinsi. At that time, he had not been named the Ghost King. Although his eyebrows were tender, he was arrogant and arrogant. He had a pair of bright peach blossom eyes, and he raised his eyes upwards.
At that time, he and Bei Yueming took Ye Qingge to the jungle to hunt, and she was the prey, whoever found her first would win.
She remembered that Xin Yinsi shot an arrow on Ye Qingge's lower abdomen.
When his thoughts were floating, the soldier walked over with a strange expression, bowed stiffly, and said, "The prince told me to escort some of them to the embassy."
"Lead the way." Qingge said lightly.
The soldier's limbs were tight and he was bullied by Qingge's orders like this, but damn it, her voice and eyes seemed to be magical, filled with air conditioning, which made people involuntarily bow their heads, from the depths of their souls
Derived from worship.
The embassy in Xixun is not as magnificent as Beiyue, and the buildings are even a bit rough. It is now early autumn, and the embassy is deserted and there are no foreign envoys.
Qingge and the other two wanted two rooms.
During the evening break, after taking a shower, Li Fugui only put on a robe. While rubbing the water from his neck, he looked at Qingge and the other two who were analyzing the situation in Xixun in front of the stone table, and blinked into the two connected rooms.
, "There are only two rooms, who are you with me?"
Yun Yuexia: "..."
Qingge: "You are alone in one room."
Li Fugui shook his head in disappointment, and Qingge's mouth twitched a few times.
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"Xi Xun now has no leader, no emperor, and no crown prince." Yun Yuexia said.
"Where are the other princes?"
"Be content with oneself."
Qingge raised his eyebrows. After the emperor and the prince died at the same time, the prince should start a dispute and wanted to become the Supreme Lord of the Nine Five. But after searching for peace in the west, the prince did not surpass it. There was only one possibility that this would happen...
"Who is Xixun now headed? Who is the authorities?"
"Ghost King." Yun Yuexia replied.
"He wants to ascend the throne?" Qingge asked.
The answer to the Qingge question was Li Fugui: "Before I came to Xixun, I asked Xu Xudong to ask for information about Xixun. Xixun's current situation is a bit strange. The prince's body is not in corpse, the old emperor is not buried, and all civil and military officials are headed by the Ghost King.
But he was not going to become the new emperor of Xixun, nor did he intend to let others take up this country."
Qingge's pupils suddenly tightened, and for some reason, a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.
Sleepless overnight.
On the second day, Qingge finished washing and ate breakfast at the embassy and hid in the room to refine weapons. She couldn't hurry to find time to melt the fire cloud pearls and consolidate her spiritual power.
A knock on the door sounded.
"Marty of Anguo, the Ghost King has hosted a banquet to entertain some of them. He has prepared a carriage and invited them to the palace."
The maid stood in front of the sandalwood door and said this. (To be continued)