I woke up from my surprise, sneered, pulled his dagger into Si Yanyu's little hand: "As my prince in southern Xinjiang, I can die, but I cannot be without courage."

"He humiliated you. This time I will help you press it. You stab him in the knife. Next time he humiliates you, you can kill him directly."

As a prince, he must not be without blood. He would rather die than surrender than surrender. He is a good man in southern Xinjiang.

In my calculations, it is a death situation for Qi Jingque to become a god of killing, and it is impossible to change the bloody things in the southern border.

But even so, I can't sit still and wait for death. I want to choose a bloody emperor for southern Xinjiang. Even if I finally arrive at that field, I want my southern Xinjiang to leave a brilliant mark in history.

Si Yanyu held the dagger tightly with his little hand, nodded heavily, and said like a little adult: "What Your Highness said is very much, my southern Xinjiang man is not a coward."

No matter how powerful an adult man is, he is pressed tightly by someone, a child can stab himself in his back with a sharp dagger.

The King of Northern Xinjiang had red eyes, and blood splattered on Si Yanyu. He pulled out the dagger, retreated, stood beside me, and the dagger dripped blood below.

I waved my hand and the sky let go of the King of Northern Xinjiang.

The King of Northern Xinjiang got up and scolded me: "You woman is so rogue, and you have no malice, but you are hurt by someone?"

I stood up, rubbed my hands on Si Yanxi's head, and said in a low voice: "You hurt, it hurts. Southern Xinjiang has always been the main country of Nanzhao, and you are just a small thing that has been split."

"I am unwilling to care about you in front of me. It's because I can't kill you. Go back and discipline your dog and yourself. If it's better, I'll be a little cute on you. No one in the world can solve this problem."

Compared to me, the King of Northern Xinjiang is far inferior to me. I just don’t want to be petty, thinking about whether I can cooperate with him to resist Qi Jingque.

Who knew that he didn't take me seriously at all. Since this is the case, there was no need to compromise. Capture the king first. If you can't kill Qi Jingque, who is strong in fate, I can't capture the king of Northern Xinjiang.

The King of Northern Xinjiang bit his teeth: "Of course no one can defeat the high priest. If he is injured, he will say goodbye first."

"Okay." I smiled slightly, "Cangqiong asked someone to take the King of Northern Xinjiang back to rest."

Cangqiong called two people over and led the King of Northern Xinjiang to the palace outside.

The blood shed on his body flowed sparsely all over the floor.

Si Yanting looked like a horse hindshot, "Yan Yu didn't throw away the dagger, scaring the high priest."

Si Yanyu did not throw away the dagger, but looked up at me.

I reached out to take his dagger, then threw it at Qi Jingque's feet, and whispered to him: "Go and tell your mother, I will go to her place in two hours, and let your grandfather come into the palace as well."

The child knew the rules and bowed, "No."

Take three steps back and turn and leave.

I looked at the sky, and the sky knew what I meant and let someone follow him.

"You guys, go back and copy the national policy for me." I glanced at other princes, including Si Yanting: "Everyone should not be less than ten times, and I know that I will see it in three days."

They could see that I was angry and each bowed and retreated.

In an instant, only Qi Jingque Cangkong and I were left in the room.

"Do you want that child just now to be the crown prince?" Qi Jingque's dark eyes were like an abyss, bottomless, but they could see all my heart at a glance, knowing what I was thinking in my heart.

"Don't you think he's good?" I picked him up and said, "I'll send you out, the palace is not where you stay."

Qi Jingque's narrow eyes were dark and surging, and he followed me and said as he walked: "You have always been very good at cultivating emperors and are familiar with them. I just hope that you will not train a ungrateful wolf this time."

I checked Jiang Jiu from my information database. This is a beautiful and ostentatious woman. She supported Helian Jue with one hand, but her whole family also paid for it.

Even if Helian Jue married her again in the end, he could not be resurrected by death. Her family was defeated, and she could not be resurrected by death.

wrong.

I suddenly thought that Jiang Jiu had been burned to death in my message. The first person Helian married was also called Jiang Jiu, but his appearance was different from before. Could it be that this one I came back from the dead?

The second one, Jiang Jiu, is the one who has come back from the dead, why does Qi Jingque come to me if he doesn't go to her? Could something happened to that one?

"Don't look at others through me." I looked ahead and reminded with kindness: "I am not your beloved woman, and I don't care about being a substitute."

Qi Jingque did not look at the road, his eyes stared at me, his steps under his feet were steady and powerful, and his whole body exuded a murderous aura of keeping people thousands of miles away: "You have never been a substitute, you are just you, I had nothing in the Snowland Temple before."

"Now my status is enough to match you. Nanjiang and Beiling can join forces. Then I will not be afraid of Beijiang and bullying you like this?"

"Does I applaud you?" I sneered: "Thank you for your deep affection for me? Forget it. I don't care about everything about you, and I don't want to join forces with you."

Qi Jingque's foot stopped and his body twisted, his eyes were sharp as a knife to look at the distance.

I haven't heard his answer for a long time. Looking along his sight, I saw Si Qingsha wearing a green dress, holding a Tang sword in his arms, standing on the palace wall, with the windless hem of his clothes on his back.

"You really don't need it. There is such a killing god." Qi Jingque said coldly: "Since I came in, he stood on a high place and watched. If I leave with you, his eyes followed us."

"Jiu'er, you just forgot me. When you think of me, we will still be together like before."

"You recognized the wrong person." I don't like to hear him call me Jiuer. These two words are like confinement, which stimulated my head to hurt, making me feel a little different from myself: "I'm not the person you are looking for. I've already told you at the beginning."

"If you continue to get entangled, relying on your identity as Emperor Beiling, don't blame me for being rude. My southern border is not your palace."

Qi Jingque slowly retracted his eyes and smiled softly. The gloomy aura on his body came to his face like rivers: "I have never said that Nanjiang is my palace. If you say you don't call me Jiuer, then tell me what your name is. I can send someone to propose marriage, just ask you."

His words made my heart skip a beat. If I don’t call me Jiuer, what’s my name?

I don’t seem to have a name. I checked the Snowland Temple but couldn’t find my name. I checked the daily records of the High Priests of the Southern Xinjiang Emperors and the High Priests, but I couldn’t find my name.

A person will have a name when he is alive, why don’t I have a name?
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