The little princess was torn, and the demon emperor patched her up

Chapter 127 My sister wants to be the king of the world
The Queen Mother feels sorry for her brother.

Fearing that he might get hurt while kneeling in the heavy rain, they immediately sent someone to wake them up.

The emperor's brother first asked the queen mother to allow her to study at the Imperial Academy, and then went to see the emperor in person until the emperor nodded in approval.

On the day she went to the Imperial College, her brother gave her a set of writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone.

There are two trees, one big and one small, planted outside the gate of the Imperial College.

He stood under a big tree, personally arranged her robe and belt, and reminded her: "Nanjia, you must not forget your original intention. You must make a career and make everyone look at you with new eyes."

How frivolous and arrogant she was that year.

She opened his hand coldly and said disdainfully: "Don't worry, I will definitely be better than you!"

The warm winter sun shines through the branches. Xiao Qian's face is blurred but doting in my memory: "I hope that one day in the future, I can proudly tell everyone that my sister, Xiao Qian, is the most powerful girl in the world!"

Life slips away rapidly in the cold night along with the warm blood.

Xiao Nanjia drooped her eyelashes.

She didn't know if she had become the most powerful girl in the world.

I don’t know if she is proud of being her brother.

Probably...

No, right?

The sound of rain was everywhere.

She turned her horse's head and was about to leave when she suddenly heard a weak and trembling voice behind her: "Nan Jia, you will become... a king."

Xiao Nanjia’s back stiffened.

"My sister has chosen the most difficult path... My sister wants to unify the troubled world and become... the king of the world."

Lightning broke through the rain.

The roar of thunder that followed almost shattered one's eardrums.

Xiao Nanjia's figure trembled for a moment.

The warm liquid rolled down his cheeks.

Xiao Nanjia wiped his face silently and galloped into the dark rain on his horse.

The white paper umbrella was like a flower, floating out from the city gate lightly.

Shang Bingjiu came to Xiao Qian holding a big red lantern and carrying a basket of goods.

He tilted his head and exclaimed: "What a pure soul. I can bring you back to life and let you and your wife and daughter live a peaceful and prosperous life. Are you willing to sell your soul and become a slave to the evil god?"

The young man has a charming figure, red lips and white teeth, and looks particularly evil in the night.

Xiao Qian opened his eyes and looked at the black sky with rain falling, thinking of Lu Xueying and Xiao Ping'an.

In the last moment of his consciousness, a slight smile appeared on the young man's kind face.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Shang Bingjiu let out a regretful “tsk”.

"Brother Xiao..."

Xiao Baojing took out the basket and stepped into the mud with his brand new white embroidered shoes.

She squatted beside Xiao Qian, looking at his calm and peaceful face with complicated expressions.

The cold rain slid down his cheeks.

Xiao Baojing took out a handkerchief from his bag and tried to wipe the blood and rain off his face, but he couldn't get it clean.

She lowered her head deeply, and her hand holding the handkerchief gradually tightened, revealing a sad and pale color in the dim light.

"It's raining so hard."

It was even bigger and colder than the day they first met in Wang Garden.

...

Xiao Baojing accompanied Lu Xueying and buried Xiao Qian in the imperial mausoleum.

Xiao Nanjia officially proclaimed himself emperor and quickly seized control of the imperial power, getting rid of Xiao Qian's trusted ministers who were left in the court.

After the Southern Tang regime became stable, Xiao Nanjia came to the Wendao Academy.

Lu Xueying was dressed in mourning and took Xiao Ping'an to write in the library.

Xiao Nanjia said in a faint voice: "Empress Sister-in-law." Lu Xueying did not look up from the desk.

Xiao Ping'an put down his brush and happily threw himself into Xiao Nanjia's arms: "Aunt!"

Xiao Nanjia's eyes moved slightly, realizing that Lu Xueying had not told Xiao Ping'an that she had killed Xiao Qian.

She knelt down on one knee and kissed Xiao Ping'an on the cheek, but she said to Lu Xueying: "I plan to bring Xiao Ping'an into the palace and make her the crown princess."

"I know the Empress hates me." Xiao Nanjia stood up, holding Xiao Ping'an's hand, and looked at the motionless woman behind the desk. "But the change of dynasties has always been like this. Maybe in the future I will be killed by a close relative, but this is the path I chose myself, and I can't blame others."

Lu Xueying's shoulders trembled slightly, as if she could no longer endure it.

Xiao Baojing took Yaoyao and hid behind the bookcase. Seeing that they were on the verge of a fight, he quickly signaled Yaoyao to take Xiao Ping'an out.

It was not until Xiao Ping'an was taken away from the library by Yaoyao that Lu Xueying raised her red and swollen eyes and spoke word by word with tears in her eyes: "He is your brother!"

Xiao Nanjia stood in the light, his tone cold and distant: "Anyone who stands in my way can be killed, even the closest relatives."

"you--"

Lu Xueying shook her head slowly, as if she couldn't understand anything. Eventually, her anger overcame her reason and she drew her sword desperately and attacked Xiao Nanjia.

Although she is a spirit, she is not very powerful.

Xiao Nanjia dodged it easily, grabbed her wrist with one hand, and snatched the sword away.

She looked at Lu Xueying closely, and her charming face seemed to be icy. "I have just ascended the throne, and there are still many things to do. I don't have more patience to spend on the emperor's sister-in-law. If the emperor's sister-in-law dares to make a move again, I don't mind sending you to reunite with my brother."

Lu Xueying stared at her with tears in her eyes.

Xiao Nanjia avoided her sight and turned to leave the library.

Xiao Baojing looked at Lu Xueying slumped on the ground and subconsciously clutched his clothes. He wanted to go forward and comfort her but didn't know how to start.

The husband was killed and the daughter was taken away...

I am afraid that even if I search through all the words in ancient books and dictionaries, they will not be able to comfort Lu Xueying.

She was distracted and when she came to her senses, she saw Lu Xueying raising her sword and slashing her neck decisively.

It was a suicide for love.

Xiao Baojing's pupils shrank instantly: "Sister Xueying!"

She didn't care about being tripped by her skirt and ran over, but it was too late!

Outside the library.

Xiao Nanjia was holding Xiao Ping'an's hand and had not yet walked out of the academy when a death knell suddenly sounded behind them.

It's obviously winter.

But countless fireflies flew out from the reeds beside the stream.

They emitted a dim light, and at dusk when the sun was setting in the west, they flew towards the library in groups, as if they were rushing to a grand funeral.

Little Ping An raised his round face curiously and said in a childish voice: "There are so many fireflies!"

Xiao Nanjia lowered his eyelashes.

She paused for only a few moments before resolutely setting out on the road back to the palace.

That night.

Xiao Baojing helped to deal with Lu Xueying's funeral and returned to the bedroom before dawn.

The peddler had not gone to bed yet. He was standing barefoot and with his hair loose under the eaves of the palace, staring at the fireflies in the distance with his fox eyes bent.

Xiao Baojing rubbed his sore and tired eyes: "You haven't slept yet..."

Shang Bingjiu stretched out his hand.

A firefly emitting a faint green light paused at the tip of his finger.

He smiled: "I'm hungry."

Xiao Baojing can't bear to hear these three words now.

A cold wind blew.

Not knowing if it was his illusion, Xiao Baojing discovered that ever since the peddler swallowed Gu Song's dragon vein, he seemed to have grown taller, revealing a part of his pale and thin ankles under his robe, and even his wide sleeves seemed to have been half a meter shorter.

Her voice was stiff: "You...what do you want to eat?"

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