The more he looked, the more angry he felt, these ...... Is this still the history of the time? In ancient times, when was there such a mess?

For someone who has really experienced these things firsthand, he really thinks that these extremely distorted statements about what really happened are really infuriating.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt extremely difficult to accept, he knew what had happened in ancient times, and it was precisely because of this that these messy things were written down, and when later generations saw this book, they really thought it was probably like this. Even if there are so many abrupt and strange places that can't be explained, I'm afraid that others think that some details have been buried over time, so there is no way to get a glimpse of the original truth.

Who would have thought that in ancient times, there was actually a figure like him, and he still played a key role?

And all the original elegance was drowned in the dust of history by these brushstrokes that he didn't know when, mediocrity.

There was no way for him to remember all the casualties at the beginning. Those who are lucky enough to survive may not really have the ability to succeed in the catastrophe. And those who don't know the inside story at all, just record the facts, and completely distort the portrayal of this fact. He was so angry in his heart!

The hand holding the book, trembling with anger, he didn't want to read it, what was written in the book, in front of his eyes, kept becoming blurred, he put down the book, and with a force of his hand, the yellowed book was instantly shattered into powder, leaking through the gap between her slender and delicate fingers.

He smiled slightly, but when he smiled, it was still a little colder than when he didn't smile.

The leaping flame suddenly appeared, and it seemed to dance a crazy and graceful dance on the fingertips, and it quickly slammed into the powder on the ground, ignited quickly, and began to burn.

Even if these powders are inseparable from Nalan Linqin's body, it has already stained part of Nalan Linqin's body, but it will not burn her clothes at all.

After a while, the powder was also burned out, so the eye-catching book finally disappeared, and the anger in his heart was really calmed down a little.

"What kind of idiots wrote these things?! Don't you think about the cause and effect? It's just a blind write, if it's just to entertain yourself. But it will be passed down to others! ”

Qin Yuan looked at the remaining books that had not been burned, he completely wanted to burn them, but if they were really burned, I was afraid that it would also arouse Nalan Weiyuan's suspicions. After all, if it was Nalan Linqin's identity, there was no need to burn all these things.

He looked at these things that made her feel extremely difficult, after all, she still accepted her fate, and now that he was living as Nalan Linqin, he naturally wanted to complete part of her behavior.

He still had to put these books back, even if he knew that there were many things like garbage hidden in the yellowed books, he couldn't destroy them.

He was full of anger and put these things back in his place, if there was no one to disturb him, he was afraid that he would really destroy all these broken books before he could count it as his own intention.

Now, not yet.

Thanks to Nalan Linqin, he can only play her identity safely now, and the Nalan Linqin that the world knows has not disappeared so quickly.

One by one, with an angry mood, he put these so-called ancient books that were not historical books at all in their original positions.

If there is no bystander, there is naturally no bystander.

At this time, the twilight is already a quadruple.

It was getting late, and he was locked up here for the whole afternoon.

Nalan Weiyuan naturally can't forget his daughter so easily, and now there is no news, in fact, it already shows a problem, that is, Nalan Weiyuan has not come back yet.

He also knew in his heart what it was.

At another time, it was too easy to make enemies, and no matter which woman wanted to get close to Youyan back then, she was severely suppressed by Nalan Linqin, and there were not a few who were beaten. Although you can't beat it, which child is really vegetarian, even if you can't beat it yourself, aren't there adults behind it?

Although he is afraid of the power of the Nalan family, if he really finds something that can make the Nalan family unhappy, isn't it an opportunity to seek revenge?

How could you miss it?

Someone must have stumbled on him, and now he hasn't come back, not because he doesn't want to, but because he can't.

Qin Yuan is not in a hurry, after all, he is not his father, he is really quite good to his daughter, but it is only limited to this. How can a father protect his children for a lifetime, I am afraid it is simply difficult to do.

Originally, he wanted Nalan Linqin to live, but if it weren't for the excessive greed she showed herself, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been ruthless.

He looked at the dimly lit room, so dark that there was no light. He could, but there was no need, so he closed his eyes and told himself to get a good night's rest.

He sat on the ground, the night was naturally cold, and the study was also cold, this body was thin, according to his body, he would not face the feeling of cold, but Nalan Linqin's thin and fragile body would face this kind of distress, he naturally had no way, he couldn't let this cold infect his body, he could only run his soul power to warm himself up, now, it was the best time, close his eyes, let go of everything, and take a good rest, I'm afraid it will be in the future, Not less at all.

Even if he didn't, he Qin Yuan had already come out of here, and no matter what, there wouldn't be much peace among the people around him.

When he turned to come out, he really felt that the world was extremely calm.

Isn't night the time when everything falls silent?

He closed his eyes, and really let go of everything, too much, too heavy, too heavy, so heavy that it almost crushed his shoulders. If one is not able to let go, it is indeed easy to exhaust oneself.

……

It's a long night, and sometimes it's really fast.

It was really a dreamless night, and if it hadn't been for the sound at the door that woke her up, she might still have been able to sleep like this, and sleep until the end of the day.

I don't know when I'll wake up.