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In the Jinluan Palace, the sound of sucking came and went.

Even Ye Qingtian was startled, his granddaughter was made a marquis, can he not be frightened?

Qingge stood at the top of the hundred officials, his eyes looked at the man on the dragon chair, there seemed to be a layer of fog in front of him, he couldn't see anything really, Beihuang's eyes were peaceful, and he had the spirit of a king.

After staring at each other like this for a long time, Qingge bowed his head slightly, and half-bent over, "Minister, thank you, Lord Longen!" ”

claims to be from a courtier to a minister, the difference between one word and the difference between cloud and mud.

From now on, she will be An Guohou.

"The old mansion of the Marquis of Yingwu has been uninhabited for a hundred years, so I will give it to you as a mansion."

Beihuang said: "Tonight, mourn the 70,000 slaughter army in the sky, and the remaining 30,000 slaughter army will be named the Protector Army, which is the first team of Beiyue, and the two spirit masters, Li Canglang and Bai Honghai, will be named generals......"

“……”

Beihuang said methodically, and one person after another stood up to thank him.

"Marquis An, you go with me to the imperial study to discuss all matters." After retreating, Beihuang Road.

Qingge was silent, and after a while, a palace slave came over and took her to the imperial study.

Walking out of the Jinluan Hall with a spring breeze on his face, Bai Huahua's beard trembled, and the smile on his face couldn't be hidden no matter what.

"Elder Night, you're so blessed." Someone came to congratulate, "The night family not only has a god of war, but also a female marquis." ”

"Looking at the northern moon, there is only one Yingwu Hou, thinking about a hundred years ago, Jin Ge Iron Horse, Yingwu Hou swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger, that kind of courage, no one can compare."

"What you say is not right, when the Marquis of Yingwu was the marquis, he was a congenital thirteen-fold cultivation, thirty years old, the marquis broke through the spirit master on the seventh day, Anguohou is a woman, only sixteen years old has already reached the congenital seven-fold, not only won the first place in the war of the four dynasties, but also defeated the congenital twelve-fold emperor, such a strange person, in addition to the marquis, I'm afraid there is no other title that can match her."

"Yes, too." He burst into laughter.

“……”

Ye Qingtian stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes, "On the importance of genes, sure enough, the person who has my Ye Qingtian blood in his body will not be any worse." ”

Everyone: "......"

This old man......

Mo Yuntian and Xiao Cang walked behind, looking at Ye Qingtian's vigorous back with a smile.

The Imperial Study.

The golden lacquer door was closed, covering the green sun, and the room was dull, only a green lamp was lit, and the ghost fire was swaying, and it was deep and secluded.

Qingge stood in front of the table, and the Beiyue Emperor sat against the dragon chair, his back straight, and his skeletal hands flipped through the mountains of music on the table, quickly reading them, correcting them, or throwing them aside.

"Sit."

Without raising his head, Beihuang spat out 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 a cold Qinghua body.

In the imperial study, it was quiet.

Four times, the needle drop can be heard, the silence is like a thing, only the sound of the North Phoenix flipping through the folds sounds.

For a whole day, Beihuang barely raised his head, his ten fingers flew like flying, until dusk, when he threw the last book into the waste heap, Beihuang raised his head from the table, his amber deep eyes, and now he looked at the light song quietly.

"I don't want to be the emperor." Beihuang suddenly spoke.

"I know." Qingge lowered his head and lowered his eyes, "But you still do." ”

From the moment the carriage of Beihuang stopped on the outskirts of Yong'an, from the moment he stepped off the carriage, it was already doomed, this 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 major princes are suitable to be emperors, and you, if you destroy an emperor with your own hands, you must send an emperor up with your own hands, otherwise you won't be able to close the game." ”

"But you helped me take care of the endgame, didn't you?" Singing and laughing.

Beihuang was helpless, sat on the dragon chair deflated, and stroked his forehead with a headache, "I won't collect it, who do you expect to help you collect it?" ”

He expected everything, and when the dust settled and the endgame was about to die, he went to the outskirts of Yong'an and put the bureau away for her personally.

He didn't want to be the emperor, but he went with the heart of being an emperor, and Qingge was also waiting for him to come, and the two never discussed this matter, but they happened to think of one place.

It seems to be a messy situation, but under the mistake, it is perfectly put away.

"Are you going back to Garan Academy?" Qingge asked.

"Go back? Who will be the emperor when I go back? Are you coming? Beihuang was not angry.

Qingge shrunk his neck stupidly, it seems that Beihuang is very aggrieved when he is the emperor.

"The mansion of the Marquis of Yingwu will be yours from now on, but the three words of the latter of Yingwu on the plaque cannot be replaced."

Beihuang said: "Empress Yingwu was only fifty-three years old when she died, and her strength was in the Second Sword Spirit Master, if you are fine, go and take a look, maybe you can inherit something." ”

Qingge looked at Beihuang and was quite moved, this man didn't have a deep friendship with her, but many things were thinking about her.

Take this Yingwu Marquis Mansion as an example, as long as the strength reaches the spirit master, he can sit down before death, and he can pass on some precious things in his life to those who come after him.

In the Yingwu Marquis' Mansion, there will be more or less the inheritance of the Yingwu Hou, as for whether the light song can be passed on and what it can be inherited, it depends on the chance.

Everything is nothing more than a fateful word.

When Qingge left the imperial study, he saw the palace slave walking in with a bunch of new folds, and Qingge looked at the pile of folds and hurriedly ran away, for fear that Beihuang would complain after seeing another pile of folds.

Beihuang looked at the figure of the girl leaving in a hurry, and a smile couldn't help but pull out of his lips, and when he saw the fold in the hand of the palace slave, his face turned black again.

After the palace slave came in and folded it in front of the table, the footsteps sounded, Bei Linghai swaggered in, sat straight on the chair, put away the flower fan in his hand, and put it in the palm of his other hand, but saw him and said: "I finally know the meaning of your words, it turns out that you already knew that Ye Qingge would lead the slaughter army to rebel, and your father would be imprisoned, and you, the crown prince, succeeded to the throne, it is logical, everything is what you expected, right?" ”

Beihuang's eyes were condensed, and the hand holding the wolf's pen was slightly forced, and his joints were white.

But I saw him throw the wolf pen towards Beilinghai, and the pen was inserted into the auspicious dragon pillar behind the musk chair next to Beilinghai's ear like a sharp blade.

"First, she is not a rebellion, you dare to talk nonsense, believe it or not, I cut out your tongue?"

"Second, Yeqing is the Marquis of Anguo, even if you are the emperor's uncle now, you must not call him by his name, no matter what, you have to call him Hou Ye, otherwise it will be disrespectful."

“……”

Beihuang put his hands on his lap and looked at Beiling Sea lightly.

Beiling Hai glanced at the dagger that was obliquely inserted into the Xianglong Pillar, swallowed his saliva, and smiled wryly, "Just kidding, why should the emperor be angry." ”

"Some jokes, you can't make them, they will kill people." North Huang Road.

He looked up at the ghost fire floating under the ceiling and smiled bitterly.

He whom you regard as life, I also regard it as life.

Love the house and Wu, the love is deep!

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