The prince in the prison is not outstanding in appearance. Whether the facial features embedded on his face are combined or separated, they are ordinary and partial. Just like this, a face 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 was infected with the cold at the age of twenty. He went deep into his lungs and did not get better all year round." The boy leaned against Qingge's ear and said softly.
.
Qingge nodded, she looked at the lock on the prison door, pinched her fingers, and the spiritual energy squirted out, exploding the solid mercury lock.
The boy walked forward and opened the prison door.
Qingge walked into the prison, stood in front of the prince, looked at him condescendingly, and asked, "Why are you locked up here?"
"What is the girl?"
The prince closed the book in his hand and placed it slowly and gently on his legs. His legs were covered with a milky white blanket. Although he was sitting in a wheelchair, he did not have a strong aura without anger, but that temperament
, is to make people willingly surrender.
Some people can conquer the world and win the hearts of the people without spending a single soldier.
"The Marquis of Anguo in the North Moon, Ye Qingge raised his eyebrows and said.
"Beiyue, Marquis of Anguo."
The prince lowered his eyes and stroked Qingge's words carefully, as if he had thought for a long time. He raised his black eyes, with a smile in his eyes, and looked at Qingge, "It turned out to be a girl from the empire, but the four empires
, There are hundreds of small countries, and women who are granted marquis are rare, let alone little girls with tender eyes."
Qingge looked at the prince with appreciation. She came strongly, and there was a huge momentum outside. He sat in a wheelchair like a person who had nothing to do, immersed in his own world. Even if someone broke in recklessly, he was not angry.
"Do you want to be the king?" Qingge was straightforward and straightforward.
"King? Is the king of Nanming? Sorry, I'm not interested." The prince said lightly.
"As the king of Nanming, you can unify Nanming without being bound by this narrow prison." Qingge tempted.
The prince looked at Qingge in surprise, then looked at the square prison again. After a long time, his eyes shone brightly, as bright as peach blossoms, "Do you think this is a prison?"
"Isn't it?" Qingge frowned.
The prince smiled slightly, his eyes full of smiles, "The person whose heart is shackled is a prison everywhere. People 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
It's five, before the age of twenty, I was the Eastern Palace of Nanming, fighting south and north, expanding the territory of Nanming, and becoming the supreme god of war in Nanming. I brought countless glory to Nanming, and 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 the south of the Ming Dynasty. My father saw that I could not stand up again. Although he knew the truth,
There is no intention to rehabilitate me."
"He said, don't make a fuss."
"I used to hate being exploited, but now I'm sad to discover that I have the qualifications to be exploited, so I have the meaning of life. Even if I fight all the way, it's better than being so lonely."
The prince said gently, "Now, I am thirty-five years old, and I have accumulated a great change of the world. So what about kings, princes, generals and ministers? After death, I am not all a piece of loess. My heart is in the world. So, girl, what you see is a prison,
But this is my usual home.”
Qingge looked at the gentle man in front of him in shock. He was once the god of war in Nanming and the majestic Eastern Palace, but now he said that the prison is his home.
Singing and laughing, "If you don't have a fish, how can you know the joy of a fish?"
Nightmare's voice rang in Qingge's mind, "I can cure his legs."
"Will the treatment process hurt yourself?" Qingge asked.
With Ji Yue, a cruel monster, by your side, Qingge is particularly concerned about this.
Yan Yan was stunned when he heard Qingge's words. She was caring for him and not letting him harm him.
The heart seems to be flowing through it—
Oh, he is just a skeleton, and has no heart.
"No." said Yan Yan for a long time.
Qingge closed his eyes, solemnly arched his hands at the man, hugged his fists, and said with a serious expression: "Your Highness, I wonder if this marquis has this honor to make you the king of Nanming?"
"I must?" asked the prince.
"You must." Qingge said, pausing, "I am a friend who can heal your legs."
The prince looked at Qingge in surprise and said for a long time, "No need."
"Don't you want to stand up?" This is the first time Qingge has met a person like Prince Nanming.
The prince smiled and said, "Sitting comfortably, standing tired."
He can stand on the battlefield and fight against everything, and he can plan and win a thousand miles away.
"So, what about the king?" Qingge asked.
The prince's attitude really made her unable to figure it out.
"The Marquis of Anguo warmly invites me, but I am disrespectful." The man said gently.
Qingge's face smiled, and she was better than a hundred flowers.
At this time, everyone in Nanming in the Youlan Castle began to suffer.
Their king was killed in front of them. Although they were afraid of Ji Yue, the humiliation in their bones made them start to get ready.
"The king died unjustly, kill them and avenge the king!"
"kill!"
“…”
The shouts of killing come one after another.
Ji Yue frowned, with his temperament, with a wave of his hand, the power of the demon king was released, and these people would be wiped out and starved to the ground.
It's just that he can't do that.
His girl has already given the name of bloodthirsty. If he kills people indiscriminately, he will be afraid that it will be bad for his girl.
The monsters that others hate, he protects them like treasures.
He spoiled and guarded his girl himself.
It is precisely because he loves this girl deeply that he is willing to draw a prison, which is thrilling, and moths fly into the fire, and even if it is doomed, he will accompany her for the rest of her life.
The murderous aura is overwhelming—
Suddenly, the sound came to an abrupt end.
Above the circular staircase, a spiritual barrier paving appeared. The wheelchair slid down from the spiritual barrier. Qingge pushed the wheelchair and walked down.
There was a dead silence in the castle.
Everyone looked at the prince sitting in a wheelchair in a daze. His legs were covered with blankets, his fair and delicate hands were holding ancient books, and 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, leaned on the man's legs, and cried in tears.
The man in the wheelchair looked at the dull people with a smile, "Why, don't you welcome me?"
Another man in armor walked up, tears streaming down his eyes, and knelt on the ground with a loud bang, "How could he not welcome the Lord? Fifteen years ago, the Lord gave up his position as a general and abandoned us, but we always
It is welcome to the Lord.”
"What master is not..." Qingge looked at the man indifferently and said, "This is your king, the king of Nanming." (To be continued)