His crying was hoarse and loud.

Tears scalded on my skin.

I don't know how much he loves my sister, but because of this cry, I believe it is worth it for my sister to marry him, give birth to him, and die.

I waved my hand, and Cangqiong stood under the bed and stopped her feet, and did not ask anyone else to save me.

The King of Southern Xinjiang hugged me and cried for about half an hour.

A man cried for half an hour, which was also amazing.

After he cried, he was tired and fell asleep. I slowly supported myself, pulled the quilt on him, held his hand, and gave him a vein.

After a while, my feet fell under the bed, and I sat on the edge of the bed, scanning the witch doctor kneeling on the ground, his voice as cold as ice: "What's going on with him? Tell me about it."

The witch doctors looked at each other. Cangqiong was an impatient person. All the witch doctors in the palace came from the witch city, which was once under the jurisdiction of Cangqiong.

He kicked the nearby witch doctor: "Your Highness asks you to speak, what are you doing when you speak?"

The witch doctor who was kicked down said: "The king missed the late queen and did not think about food and food, so his body had hallucinations."

"I can't stand the light, thinking that I was in hell, and I waited for the queen to pick her up every day, and regardless of the major affairs in the court, I gave all the jade seal to the eldest prince."

My purpose of going down the mountain is to consolidate the royal family in the southern Xinjiang.

Let southern Xinjiang be preserved in this war.

At first I thought the Southern Xinjiang king would be ordered to be short of a long time, but because I was overworked and could not take charge of the overall situation. Now it seems that I was thinking too much.

The King of Southern Xinjiang was poisoned, and its toxicity penetrated deep into the bone marrow and heart, making people lose their rationality and indulged in what they couldn't get in their hearts.

"Are you all diagnosed this?" I asked the witch doctor below quietly: "I will give you one last chance to tell the truth."

I gave them a chance, but they didn't know how to cherish it and were still sure of their previous judgments.

They were sure of their judgment, so I was not polite to them.

As the most loyal witch doctors around the King of Southern Xinjiang, they could not even find out his illness if they could not cure the King of Southern Xinjiang, so there was no need to live.

So all the witch doctors present were dragged out and killed by my order.

When they were beheaded, they also called other witch doctors over and let them watch.

The head and head moved, and the other witch doctors were so scared that they didn't even dare to breathe.

After scaring them, they were bombarded out of the imperial city, and a group of witch doctors were added to the witch city, and all the palace servants around the King of Southern Xinjiang were replaced.

I accepted everything from the Southern Xinjiang court, and I personally treated the King of Southern Xinjiang.

The ministers in the court dared not complain. In the history of southern Xinjiang, there was a statement that the high priest could take over everything in southern Xinjiang when the king of southern Xinjiang was seriously ill and until the king of southern Xinjiang was cured.

I held a memorial written by the civil and military ministers. The memorial was the candidate of the prince they selected, and the dozen princes of the King of Southern Xinjiang, and each of them had a supporter.

There are many supporters who protect each other from layers.

Cang Yan took a Bodhi branch, came down from under the table, and grinned at me and asked, "Your Highness, the eldest prince is not back, who do you choose to be the crown prince?"

I put the fold in my hand and put my hand on the table and looked at him and asked, "It doesn't matter who chooses to be the crown prince. What is the important thing is what the king thinks. He will wake up in two days. Just ask him after he wakes up."

"You are not by my side and staying well, running outside, telling me what happened outside and what chaos is going on."

I have been to the Imperial City of Nanjiang for nearly ten days. The King of Nanjiang was awake for two hours every day, and for the rest of the time, he was in a state of recuperation and coma.

Now that the people in the palace are all from Cangqiu, I don’t have to worry about not catching the poisoner and coming to poison him.

"It's still so chaotic, but Beiling's new emperor ascended the throne." Cang Yan played with the Bodhi branch in his hand: "The newly ascended emperor is Beiling's eunuch Qi Jingque."

"He was narrow-minded and cruel in his means. He slaughtered a city, killed 400,000 people, and forced the former old emperor to the Guifang."

My hands on the table were gathered, and my fingertips turned slightly white.

The person who killed me in my dream is now expanding his territory with lightning speed and blood from innocent people. Qi is on the earth. Even though I know that I will die at his hands, I can do nothing, but I can only listen to him as he kills decisively and ruthlessly in the whispers of others.

"You said why is this person so powerful? He was just a eunuch before and had nothing but a tavern. How could he make everyone surrender in just two months?"

"You can still beat Beiling's old emperor Helian Jue to the ghost side. Is this a werewolf right?" Cang Yan asked me with interest, and his expression told me that Qi Jingque was in front of him now, and he would definitely pounce on him to compete.

"He is not a eunuch." I relaxed my hands and said slowly: "He is the biological son of Empress Dowager Beiling. Empress Dowager Beiling makes wedding dresses for others and makes others become the emperor. It is a perfect method."

"The Queen Mother is familiar with assisting another emperor, but is it true or false to kill this 400,000 people?"

If he kills so many people, he will become a veritable god of killing. His sins will not be washed away until death. Who is his redemption? Who can put down his butcher knife for? It is definitely not me. I will not persuade him. I will only wait for fate and slowly bring us the two of us closer.

"It's true." Cang Yan lay on my table, patting his chest and praising his promise: "Your Highness does not have to doubt the news brought back by the spies from southern Xinjiang. The spies' loyalty will never make fun of such things."

I took down the Bodhi branch in his hand and placed it in the empty bottle on the table without saying a word. But I never thought that Qi Jingque was like a madman. Bei Ling was already in his bag. He began to attack the south and was about to come to the southern border.

I walked in the lively street market with the King of Southern Xinjiang with me.

He had recovered some rationality and took advantage of the prosperity of the spring to see his people. He would discuss with me about the banquet and become a monk. Who would be better to be the crown prince next?

I heard regrets from his voice.

I knew that the candidate for the prince in his mind was the Si Banquet, but unfortunately the Si Banquet was in a small temple on the outskirts of the city. Unless I summoned him, he would not appear in the capital.

I knew he was forcing me to submit, and he was telling me that if he wanted him to come to the capital, I had to accept the vitality he gave me.

"The lonely children, I wish I could die soon." The King of Southern Xinjiang was gray and trembling when walking. This time he was not hurting his muscles, but his foundation.

I saved his life, but I can't save him for a long life. He will die if there is a small accident anytime, anywhere.

"You have more than a dozen princes, and there is always one who can accomplish great responsibilities." I comforted him with a cold face: "Now you don't think you can choose the right one, so you can live well yourself."

The King of Southern Xinjiang smiled weakly at me, and was about to open his mouth, but suddenly grabbed my arm.

When I was touched by others, I dodged with a conditioned reflex. Unexpectedly, the King of Southern Xinjiang shouted: "Be careful, Jiuer."

His wine made me stunned. My mind was like countless hammers smashed open. I fell to the ground in pain. The frightened horse behind me raised its high hooves and fell to my body.
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