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Qi Qian knelt in the general's mansion all night, and the icy cold wind whistled on his body.

As dawn broke, he kowtowed and left, dispatching all the elite forces to investigate the matter.

He didn't believe it was an accidental fire, someone must have done it on purpose.

Five days later, Qi Qian got a thick document. After reading it, his eyes were scarlet, and he hated Taotao for rolling over and punched the table with a fist.

"Jing Lin, I want you to die!"

The roaring low roar is like a wild wolf roaring on the grassland, which is extremely sad.

He called all the military center and knelt on his knees on the cold ground, begging them to forgive his selfishness.

Even if he breaks the peace and starts a war, he will drag the Ninety-Five Supreme from the dragon chair and burn his bones to ashes!

The military center had no problem, and they all obeyed Qi Qian, but he was the only one who followed.

"I swear to follow the general!"

"I swear to follow the general!"

"I swear to follow the general!"

...

Everyone carefully planned, rectified the military appearance and military law, mobilized troops in the imperial capital, did not hurt the people, attacked the imperial city directly and entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation to capture the emperor Jinglin alive.

That night, the palace was filled with the sound of swords clashing, blood flowed into rivers, and everyone in the imperial capital closed their doors.

After a night of slaughter, in the end, the great general who shook the world stepped on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​​​blood ninety-five to the top and sat on the dragon chair.

The defeated Jinglin was divided by five horses. After his death, his bones were cremated and scattered all over the world, and he did not enter the imperial mausoleum.

The people who died in the Qi family did not enter the tomb, and were thrown into the wilderness.

Qi Qian ascended the throne, changed his name to Jing Qian, and took the title of Emperor Zhao!

According to historical records, on the day when Emperor Zhao was enthroned, he held a plaque on the tombstone of his deceased wife Wei Shi's daughter, and announced to the ministers that he named his deceased wife Empress Shiyuan.

In the following decades, Emperor Zhao was diligent in his administration for the people, and the harem was useless.

Emperor Zhao was fond of painting, and the bedroom hall was covered with a portrait of a woman in a wedding dress, which was confirmed to be the daughter of Wei's deceased wife.

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Stepping away from his past memories, Qi Su's eyes were full of red blood, his hands were trembling, and his lips were trembling.

His voice was hoarse, "Qingyi...Ayi...I'm sorry for you, why would I dislike you and not want you?"

There was a burst of oppressive pain in the heart, and it was difficult to breathe, and the pain was unbearable.

Wei Qingyi's hostile qi dissipated and disappeared completely, and his eyes were clear with a little grievance.

"Really...really?"

Will such a dirty husband really not dislike it as always?

Qi Su nodded, "Of course."

He stepped forward to hold her in his arms, and his fingers passed through the other's body weakly, unable to touch.

Qi Su looked at Yan Zhixu, who was standing beside him, with a painful prayer in his eyes.

"Zhixu... Do you have a way to make Ayi's body solidify and not be afraid of the sun? We're not greedy, just for a while..."

Hearing this, Wei Qingyi's eyes flickered with anticipation, and then went out again, her eyes were cloudy and dark, and she did not hold the slightest expectation.

Instead of going to reincarnation and waiting for a hundred years, she really wanted to get along with her husband for a while.

I also want to see the prosperity and prosperity that I have never seen before, the country is peaceful and the people are safe, and I also want to experience the life between ordinary people's husband and wife, wash their hands and make soup for him, and be a good wife and mother.

I really want to think about it.

But it must be difficult, right?

because she is dead...

"Well, yes."

Yan Zhixu's eyes fell on Qi Su and Wei Qingyi, knowing that this was their mutual obsession, and only by eliminating the obsession could they send people into reincarnation.

The five fingers of her right hand are stretched out, and the fingertips are pointing upwards.

The solemn voice fell, followed by a powerful and sacred light spell that fell on Wei Qingyi.

The light faded, and the body condensed into substance. Seeing the two crying with joy, Yan Zhixu yawned and returned to the room.