Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 963 In this life, this king is willing to be her servant

Xiao Weihua got up.

After the baptism of war, the former little groom has long been reborn.

Although he still limps a bit when he walks, his demeanor is exceptionally solemn.

He said, "Catch her up."

The two guards immediately stepped forward and put the wooden handshake on Su Jiu without any explanation.

Su Jiu glanced at Mujiao, and said in a flat tone, "I'm also the Empress of Southern Border, the queen of your master. Xiao Weihua, how dare you treat me like this?"

Xiao Weihua was expressionless, "Southern Xinjiang has been destroyed. The emperor has set up eight counties in this land. There are county guards, county magistrates, and county magistrates, but there is no empress alone. As for the empress, you belong to Yan Zhen. Women don't belong to the emperor. My emperor will soon make Empress Xichan his queen, Miss Su, please respect yourself and don't cling to her at will."

After he finished speaking, he stepped onto the steed with a cold face.

He hated Su Jiu.

The person he admired and respected the most in his life was Xiao Tingchen.

Because of Xiao Tingchen, he was able to climb from a groom to today's high position.

Su Jiu was unfaithful to Xiao Tingchen, so he hated this woman.

Save face for her?
When she betrayed his master, why didn't she think of saving face for him?
He also told the world to ask the master to go to Jingcheng to propose marriage, but she herself ran away with Yan Zhen, making the master a laughing stock of the whole world. Such a woman, the master is right to abandon her like a shoe!
Su Jiu was escorted into a prison car by guards.

She sat cross-legged in the corner of the prison car, looking back at the cliff.

Dayong's guards had already retreated, Yan Zhen and Pei Qingcheng slowly poked their heads out from under the cliff, their faces were solemn.

Su Jiu nodded slightly towards them, showing a relieved smile.

The problem that has plagued Nanjiang for hundreds of years has been easily solved. Although Nanjiang ruined the country in her hands, she has done a good thing anyway, right?
She has never had the ambition to rule the world, and she is already very satisfied to let the people of southern Xinjiang live with peace of mind from now on.

Not long after the prison van left Wandu Cave, Yan Zhen and Pei Qingcheng climbed up the cliff.

Pei Qingcheng walked towards the east of the altar, "What do you plan to do next?"

Yan Zhen was sitting by the altar, with his hands resting on his knees, his handsome face was gloomy.

In the past, he was still a bit ambitious about Jiangshan, but after meeting Su Jiu, all his ambitions became her.

just now……

The country was destroyed, his family was destroyed, his wife and children were separated, and Yan Zhen became a minister of subjugation!
He looked up, Pei Qingcheng was digging hard.

He frowned, "What are you doing? Planning to be buried with the country?"

Pei Qingcheng turned around and looked at him like an idiot, "To be buried with the country? Do you think this king has such a high integrity? This king wants to dig out Tao Shiniang and Huang Bo. If you don't dig them out, They really have to die here!"

With that said, someone has been dug out.

Tao Shiniang and the other eight princes and kings escaped from the ground by rolling and crawling, and sat beside the altar, panting in embarrassment.

They couldn't beat Tianshu's people and didn't want to jump off the cliff, so they all faked their deaths one after another. Who would have thought that the tomb would kindly bury them!

When they almost died in the ground, Pei Qingcheng finally dug them out!

Yan Zhen really didn't want to look at this group of useless people, so he frowned and said, "The Empress has unraveled the curse for hundreds of years, but she herself was captured by Dayong's army. I plan to go to Dayong to rescue her, Which of you will go with me?"

Everyone gasped and looked at each other a few times, with resistance on their faces.

Tao Shiniang glanced at her wrist, the blood line on it really disappeared without a trace.

She smiled and said: "My old lady has been trapped in this poor place in southern Xinjiang all her life, and finally she can go out. Of course, she will go to visit the mountains and rivers to see the prosperity and beauty of the Central Plains. I will not participate in saving people. Yan Zhen, I advise you In a word, everything about love is fake, we have to live for ourselves in this life!"

After finishing speaking, other princes and kings echoed one after another.

They left the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons happily.

Pei Qingcheng patted Yan Zhen on the shoulder, "That kid Xiao Tingchen is ruthless, this king has fully seen it. Yan Zhen, you can't fight him, and you can't save the Empress either."

"I have to try..." Yan Zhen said in a deep voice, "I have to ask her face to face if she is willing to stay with Xiao Tingchen. If she is not willing, this king will take her away with all his life."

"Yan Zhen, the one you fell in love with was the princess of Southern Xinjiang who lost her memory. Now, she is Empress Dayong who regained her memory. They were not alone, so why are you so persistent?"

"She is her, the empress whom this king respects and is loyal to. In this life, this king is willing to be her servant."

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The southern border capital.

Chonghua Palace has a majestic terrain, overlooking the entire palace.

The beaded curtains in the hall are rolled high, and a furnace of sweet and cold dragon saliva is burning in the corner.

The golden silk nanmu grand master's chair lay beside the flower window, Xiao Tingchen was leaning on the back of the chair with one hand resting on his chin, closing his eyes and sleeping.

The dense purple bamboo curtains hang halfway on the window panes, and the bamboo shadows outside the hall are whirling, gently reflected on the man's fair cheeks, adding a touch of elegance and beauty.

The hall is silent, the man's dream is ups and downs, he can vaguely feel that someone is slowly approaching, shaking his wide sleeves and pouring tea and water.

The light Ganan fragrance overflows from the girl's wrist, which is extraordinarily elegant and sweet.

Xiao Tingchen stretched out his hand and held the girl's slender wrist.

He pulled the girl into his arms.

But never opened his eyes.

Nangong Nana sat on his lap, her face was pale and haggard due to excessive blood loss.

She lost an arm. In the past few days, she has sought out the best craftsman in the capital to build a prosthesis to wear. Although the carving is lifelike, it is not a real hand after all, and even the fingertips cannot move.

She looked up at Xiao Tingchen with her small face up, her red eye circles concealed a cold and domineering look.

For this man, she lost her arms, her dignity, and even her home country.

But she doesn't care, because if she can become Xiao Tingchen's queen, then everything she has paid will be worth it!
Xiao Tingchen will definitely be famous in history, she wants to be his queen, she wants to be Dayong's queen, and his name will last forever, and be praised by future generations!
"Brother Huaijin," she said in a hoarse voice, she touched Xiao Tingchen's cheek with her good hand, "You promised me that as long as I draw the map of Wandu Cave, as long as I hand over Xichan Kingdom to you, You will make me your queen. Now that you have taken down the Wandu Cave, you have also obtained the map of Xichan Kingdom and all the military secrets, shouldn't it be time to fulfill your promise?"

Xiao Tingchen still did not open his eyes.

He leaned back on the grand master's chair, resting his hands lazily on the armrests, breathing evenly and slowly.

There is a faint scent of Ganan between his breaths, as long as Nangong Nana does not speak, he even has the illusion that the woman is back.

"Brother Huaijin?!"

A trace of restlessness appeared on Nangong Nana's face.

She knew that she was seeking skin from a tiger, and she knew how ruthless Xiao Tingchen was, but she still wanted to bet.

If the bet is won, the power will be overwhelming the world forever.

If the bet is lost, the mountains and rivers will be broken and the stigma will last forever.

(End of this chapter)