Chapter 512

The night on the grassland was silent, and the moonlight came in through the crack of the door curtain blown by the wind, bringing a gloomy light to the dark yurt.

Zhao Meng shivered, then shrunk his head and looked around. After confirming that there was no one else, he dared to approach Zhao Yinfeng who was lying on the middle wooden platform.

"General!" After a drop of tears, it immediately surged out like the flood that opened the gate. Zhao Meng couldn't help crying. He threw himself on Zhao Yinfeng's body, took out a short knife from his arms, and cried, "you're too much! Just leave us and don't say it, and I'll do it! You're too unkind!"

"What is it?" With a gentle question, Zhao Mengmeng jumped up, stepped back and wiped his eyes. Then when the curtain was blown up again, he saw Ling Qingyu sitting beside Zhao Yin.

Lit a candle and looked at Zhao Meng, whose face was white and his hand holding the knife was shaking. Ling Qingyu asked softly, "what does he want you to do?"

He lost his knife in a hurry. Zhao Meng knelt down unconsciously and wiped his tears and snot, He said ruthlessly, "the general told me before the war that if he died unfortunately, I would take out his heart. He said, he said that you are a cruel woman, and you must bury him alone, maybe next to Yang Zhao and he Li. Therefore, he asked me to take out his heart, and said that when your tomb was repaired, I would secretly put it in." Wiped his tears and snivel again, Zhao Meng burst into tears and said, "general, it's too unkind for me to do such things!"

Looking at Zhao Meng crying very sad, she had to peek at her two eyes. Ling Qingyu unconsciously turned her head and looked at Zhao Yinfeng's smiling face, which was still as flat as before, and gently stroked the corner of his lips. Ling Qingyu said faintly, "don't take it out, I'll put him into my tomb."

When Zhao Meng ran away, Ling Qingyu got up and gently printed a kiss on his lip.

Zhao Yinfeng, you won. Your name and your people have been engraved into your heart. I'm afraid you can't forget it if you want to forget it

I thought that in such a lonely day in the future, at least your mischief could make me smile and accompany me for the rest of my life

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On May 29, the first year of the Chinese Yuan Dynasty, Ling Qingyu, the founding lady of the Chinese dynasty, ascended the throne.

Dressed in a golden red dress, she stepped on the high altar step by step alone. The wind blew by her side and brought up a corner of the heavy skirt, making her footsteps more heavy.

A chuckle seemed to ring around, and when the breeze passed, there seemed to be many people around.

Qingyu, Qingyu, the head of the family, master, master, baby, all kinds of names gathered together, and then whispered with a loud smile: don't be afraid, we've always been, go up, don't look back, keep going, one day, we'll get together

Her steps were light, and the golden red skirt flew. The wind wrapped around her seemed to be whispering, holding her, accompanying her, escorting her, and walking to the highest place.

Ye Xi's eyes were hot, and a drop of clear tears fell.

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In June of the first year of the Chinese Yuan Dynasty, after the female emperor ascended the throne, she granted amnesty to the world and rewarded meritorious officials wantonly. The Korean government was divided into six departments and ten halls, the assembly hall was divided into one head and two deputy prime ministers, Zhu Weili was the head, and Han Leng was the deputy. In addition to the original division of the troops, Qi Tingyan was stationed in Youzhou, Gao Wenhe was granted the Duke of Hebei, and Zhao Wei and Zhao Meng were stationed in Northern Xinjiang.

After being reorganized, ye Xi's Luocha army began to clean up the original territory of Liao at the end of July.

In October, it began to snow heavily in the wasteland. Luochajun returned to fanglinhuang mansion, and ye Xi returned to Bianjing.

After reorganizing half of the old palace, it became a new political hall and government department. Ling Qingyu, who had suffered a loss, changed the conference hall back to the morning Dynasty, but the time was changed to three quarters of an hour, so that officials could have breakfast before going to work. After going to the morning Dynasty, he went directly to his office to deal with government affairs.

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There was a burning pot in the room, with a faint fragrance of medicine. A cough sounded uncontrollably, making the sound of flipping the pages of the book broken and inaudible.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Qingyu lifted the curtain of the door and walked into the room with a gentle smile.

Su Hexiang, who was covering her mouth and coughing violently, heard the sound of footsteps and was about to speak. Looking back, she saw that it was her. She was stunned immediately, and then the handkerchief in her hand fiercely wiped the blood stains from the corners of her mouth, and then she got up to salute.

Holding him with one hand, he turned around and sat on the Luohan bed, letting Suhexiang sit opposite. Ling Qingyu said, "Suhexiang, you give me a good rest during this time, don't tell me too much!"

Su Hexiang smiled and whispered, "fragrance is all right, it's just typhoid fever, a small problem."

"Do you think I can't see it? I'll call Alan tomorrow." Ling Qingyu snorted.

Su Hexiang smiled more brightly, looked up and said with a smile, "what's the matter? Quarreling with Mr. Zhu again?"

"Will Mr. Zhu quarrel with me..." with a slight sigh, Ling Qingyu whispered, "I'm rude."

The female emperor ascended the throne, and there were many princes and dukes in Bianjing. However, Ling Qingyu had differences with Zhu Weili, Han Liang and others on how to pursue the title of Zhao Yinfeng.

According to Zhu Weili's intention, both of them were sealed as kings to show their respect, but Ling Qingyu didn't nod. He Li or Zhao Yinfeng didn't have any children. If they really want the name behind them, they should ask for the name of her husband.

But if you are crowned king, I'm afraid that the world will immediately roar, not to mention that Ling Qingyu wants to admit that her husband is not just the two of them. In addition to the world-famous Yang Zhao, at least there are Yan San and Cheng Jia. One is her favorite person, and the other is her proposal before death. She responded personally. Moreover, those other people, that's not the ridge in her heart.

No one dares to speak after her accession to the throne, but it will only become her stigma before her accession to the throne.

"In fact, master," still using the old title, Su Hexiang poured her a cup of tea and said with a smile, "no matter who it is, they don't care about these, reputation or reputation. As long as you have them in your heart, they will always live by your side and never leave."

Ling Qingyu smiled bitterly and said, "I know that if they really care about those reputations, they won't do that. Today is not about this. Mr. Zhu wants me to marry and give birth to an heir as soon as possible."

A mouthful of tea stuck in my throat, choking Styrax coughing violently.

Reaching over and patting him on the back, Ling Qingyu sighed bitterly. Her infertility is a secret that even Zhu Weili and Han Liang can't tell. If she knew that she would face this embarrassment after becoming king, it's really better to run away!

Panting and calming down, Su Hexiang said with a smile, "who is Mr. Zhu's candidate?"

"Ah?" Leng for a moment, Ling Qingyu said more depressed, "he asked me to pick any one." Zhu Weili's original words are, no matter who is good, we should give birth to an heir as soon as possible. If the crown prince is unstable, it will only make people unstable. Zhao Yinfeng is dead, and Zhao Jiajun is stable, but if you have no queen, then anyone will have ideas.

"Master!" As soon as the curtain of the door was lifted, ye Xi, who was wearing silver armor, stood at the door, smiling happily and said, "here you are."

"Eleven? Why are you back?"

"It snows heavily in Northern Xinjiang. Anyway, I can't move. I'll come back and have a look first."

Uh! Why is this so familiar?

Looking at Ling Qingyu, who was dragged away by Ye Shiyi, Su Hexiang returned to the room from the door, covered her mouth and coughed fiercely again for a while, then picked up the tea bowl that Ling Qingyu only took a sip, and drank the water little by little in the place where her lips touched.