Jingmen Fengyue

Chapter 1184 Give You Ten Days (2)
Qin Yu sneered, "To put it nicely, what about the responsibilities imposed on you by the emperor's grandfather and grandmother? Can you really throw it away? Disregard it completely?"

"Yes!" Qin Zheng nodded without hesitation.

Qin Yu narrowed his eyes, "You hand in the order of the underground palace and take her away to a place where no one can find her. Are you planning to just leave and never return to the capital?"

Qin Zheng looked at him, "Maybe!"

"Put away your possibilities!" Qin Yu was furious, stepped forward, and grabbed Qin Zheng's collar, "You have always lived only by your own will, have you ever worried about whether others are willing? Fanghua Are you willing? The Xie family has hundreds of thousands of years of roots in the Southern Qin Dynasty. Only the South Qin Dynasty can have the Xie family. Fanghua really wants to let the Xie family be buried in the dust of history with the Southern Qin Dynasty? You and her are considered hidden, and you can see it for yourself Watching the Great Xia of the Southern Qin Dynasty collapse? Do you ignore your homeland? Is it possible for you to be successful in this life? Seeing the graves of your ancestors being trampled under your feet, can you live with peace of mind?"

Qin Zheng raised his hand and slowly brushed Qin Yu's hand away, "Maybe we'll be dead by then, maybe we won't be able to see it. If you don't see it, you don't see it."

"What a blind eye!" Qin Yu suddenly drew out the sword at his waist, and pointed it straight at Qin Zheng's neck, "It's better for you to die now."

Qin Zheng looked at Qin Yu, the cold sword was extremely sharp, Qin Yu's eyes were full of murderous intent, he suddenly smiled, "Qin Yu, without Xie Fanghua, you are still the emperor of Nanqin Jiangshan." After a pause, He said again, "You will be a qualified emperor."

Qin Yu's sword moved forward an inch.

Qin Zheng didn't dodge, didn't stretch out his hand to brush him away, but looked at him, "The imperial grandmother asked me before she died, let me think about it again, the Southern Qin Dynasty, the king of the emperor, the fame of thousands of years, the eternal respect, is it true Don’t I want it? How many people dream of it but can’t get it. I told the imperial grandmother, if I ask, there will be no Xie Fanghua, without her, life is meaningless, if this is the case, what is the use of asking for?”

The sword in Qin Yu's hand moved forward again, and the sharp point of the sword cut Qin Zheng's neck instantly, bleeding out.

Qin Zheng continued without blinking, "The imperial grandmother sighed again and again when she heard my answer, and finally said, this is God's will. But I know that this is not God's will at all. It's my choice." Pause After a pause, he continued, "Did Fanghua draw the concentric spell on you to yourself?"

Qin Yu paused.

Qin Zheng looked at him and smiled slowly, "At that time, you should know her decision. Even if she dies, she is still mine. It has always been. The imperial grandfather's will was destroyed by her. She gave you the soldier talisman."

Qin Yu stared at him closely, his face turned gray, "I never understood why she didn't want to marry you. Obviously, if she married you, she would only die. You know, in Jiuqu Mountain, I saw her At that time, she was vomiting blood, but she still cured me of the poison of the plague, and took advantage of the opportunity to use the charm to remove the concentric curse from me."

Qin Zheng's face was dark but calm, "Know it when you are born, and let it go when you die."

"Is your love to let her die with you?" Qin Yu looked at him, the blood flowed down the sword, staining the collar and the front of the chest red, and it looked eye-catching red under the night.

"Who doesn't want to live if they can live? But if they are really helpless, they can only follow their luck." Qin Zheng's eyes were cold.

"Luck? Don't you believe in God's will?" Qin Yu looked at him.

"I don't believe it, so I would rather change her life." Qin Zheng lowered his head and glanced at his neck, "Qin Yu, you really want to kill me, so why bother holding the sword again? Are you not tired? I was injured, She will see it at a glance, how do you want me to explain to her?"

"At this time, are you still afraid that you won't be able to explain to her?" Qin Yu sneered.

Qin Zheng sighed, "Her heart is softer."

Qin Yu suddenly put away the sword, stared at him, and said word by word, "Don't even think about letting go of Nanqin Jiangshan. Jiangshan is mine, but you are also responsible. Regarding Fanghua, I didn't lose to you, but I lost to her heart. What she promised me, you can eliminate it if you say it? It doesn’t matter what you say. I will give you ten days, and after ten days, you must take her back to the capital.”

"What if she doesn't want to go back to the capital?" Qin Zheng asked.

"She won't think about it. You're right. She is softer and more conscientious than you." Qin Yu turned around and said coldly, "This country originally belonged to you. If you don't want it, give it to me, but you don't want it." Don't even think about being a hands-off shopkeeper. I ascended the throne and sat here in Nanqin for my identity, for my father, for the thousands of people in Nanqin, and for Fanghua, but it will never be for you, you'd better remember."

Qin Zheng twitched the corners of his mouth, "Since ancient times, brothers have fought against each other, and the imperial power has been stained with blood. In the generation of Nanqin, there is no conflict, so you still don't want it? Is it true that the sweet pastry that everyone is looking for is really popular?" After a pause, he said again, "You're not doing my best, an emperor should look like an emperor."

Qin Yu turned around again and looked at him angrily, "What are you proud of now? You are qualified to be proud if you have the ability to keep Fanghua alive."

Qin Zheng smiled, "I will never give up until the last moment."

"Remember your words!" Qin Yu glared at him, stopped staying, turned and left.

Qin Zheng watched Qin Yu's back disappear into the night, he looked up at the sky, then looked back at the imperial tomb, where the night was dark and the moon was dark, the imperial tomb was quiet and quiet, the habitat of the ancestors of the Southern Qin Dynasty, A true resting place.

If future generations can't keep it, it will become desolate and desolate.

As a descendant of the Southern Qin clan, he is not qualified.

Fortunately, there is also Qin Yu. Qin Yu is worthy of being the son brought by the emperor himself to teach him. In his bones, the foundation of the emperor is deeply rooted.Even if he doesn't have Fanghua, he can still be the emperor of the Southern Qin Dynasty.

Nanqin will never be the same as in the previous life. After the collapse of the Xie family, the Great Xia also collapsed, unable to recover.

He stayed for a long time before he lowered his head, looked at the underground palace token in his hand, and then turned his head to look at the palace guard.

The guard of the palace knelt down on one knee, "The hidden guard of the underground palace swears to die to serve the Lord of the underground palace!"

Qin Zheng looked at him and smiled, "As expected of the emperor's grandfather's choice, let's get up!"

The guard stood up.

Qin Zheng reached out to touch his neck and asked him, "Is there any good medicine for golden sores?"

The palace guard nodded and looked at his neck, "However, the best medicine for golden sores will take three days to heal the scars."

"Qin Yu hasn't touched a single hair of mine for many years, and now he's relieved." Qin Zheng waved his hand, "Master Sanri can't wait, he's going to get the golden sore medicine, I wipe it off and leave."

The guard went immediately.

Before noon, Xie Fanghua woke up, opened her eyes, and saw that there was no one around, and reached out to touch the bedding, it was cold, and the bedding was flat, without any sign of lying down.She rubbed her forehead, sat up slowly, put on her clothes, and walked out of the room.

The courtyard is very quiet and quiet, there is no one in the courtyard, and there is no human voice in the kitchen.

She leaned against the door frame and looked at the forest surrounded by mountains in the distance.

Qingyan appeared from the darkness silently, stood in the courtyard, and bowed his hands respectfully, "Little princess, the little prince went to the imperial mausoleum last night and said he would be back before noon today."

Xie Fanghua glanced at Qingyan and nodded.

Qingyan raised his eyes to look at her and saw that she was not surprised, his face was extremely calm, and he couldn't see any emotions. He was a little worried, hesitated for a moment, and explained, "The little prince should go to the imperial tomb to offer incense to the former emperor, and return to the underground palace by the way. make."

Xie Fanghua saw that Qingyan was cautious and nervous, she smiled and said softly, "I'll wait for him to come back."

Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief, "The subordinate will cook for you."

Xie Fanghua was taken aback for a moment, and asked curiously, "Can you cook?"

Qing Yan blushed faintly, "It should."

Xie Fanghua looked at him, "Should be?"

Qingyan nodded, "Look at the young master doing it all the time, I learned [-]% to [-]% of it."

Xie Fanghua waved to him, "You don't need to do it, I'll do it, you go."

Qingyan looked at her, as if worried about her health, "It's still..."

Xie Fanghua suddenly felt that Qing Yan was a little funny. He had been with Qin Zheng since he was a child, so this close guard did a lot of hard work, right?In addition to protecting him, she even learned how to cook from him.She shook her head and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm fine. If I can't even cook, I really don't need to do anything."

Seeing that she was fine, Qingyan nodded.

Xie Fanghua took two steps towards the small kitchen, then turned around and asked, "Just you?"

Qingyan nodded, "Master, let me stay and take care of you."

Xie Fanghua thought for a while and said to him, "Then help me light the fire, and help me identify which one is salt and which one is sugar."

Qingyan nodded.

Xie Fanghua came to the kitchen, and saw that there were pots and pans, rice noodles, oil and salt, vegetables, fruits and vegetables, meat and medicinal materials, everything you should have, everything you need, even if you stay here for a few months, it is enough to eat and use, it seems Qin Zheng really didn't intend to take her out for a short time.

Xie Fanghua washed her hands and prepared the ingredients. Qingyan was in charge of lighting the fire and helping her identify salt and sugar.

After the dishes were put into the pot, Xie Fanghua picked up a jar and asked Qingyan, "Is this salt?"

Qing Yan glanced at it and nodded, "It's salt."

"Are you sure?" Xie Fanghua asked.

Qingyan looked and looked, nodded, "sure."

Xie Fanghua put it in the pot.

In this way, the two cooperated and copied four dishes when Qin Zheng came back from the outside.

After he came back, he heard the sound and went into the kitchen. Xie Fanghua saw a bloodstain on his neck at a glance. Although he was wearing clothes with a high collar, he still couldn't hide it. She frowned, "Why did you hurt?"

"It's okay!" Qin Zheng waved his hand, found the chopsticks, took a bite of the dish, and as soon as he ate it, he immediately looked bitterly, looked at Xie Fanghua, and helplessly raised his forehead, "Why do you still not distinguish between salt and sugar? "

Xie Fanghua immediately looked at Qingyan.

Qingyan looked at Qin Zheng and was also dumbfounded.

Qin Zheng understood immediately, laughed angrily, pointed at Qingyan and asked Xie Fanghua, "You let him identify it for you? He is also a master who doesn't distinguish between salt and sugar, and only knows how to hold a sword."

Xie Fanghua looked at Qingyan, momentarily speechless and funny.

(End of this chapter)