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Chapter 722 I will be the queen! (123)

Prince Ning Xian...

And not, today's... Emperor of Daxia.

Bai Mo asked very confidently and had a bold guess in his heart.

Empress Dowager Xiaoan slowly narrowed her eyes, with charming fine lines at the ends, which had a bit of charming taste. Her voice was also as charming as a pretty woman, full of incongruity with her age.

"Yue Zhuohua, the Ai family suddenly discovered that you are not very similar to that Yue Fanghua. You are much smarter than her..."

The last few words were finished, Empress Dowager Xiaoan covered her lips with a slender hand and smiled.

Bai Mo lowered his eyes and curled the corners of his mouth.

She already knows the answer.

Immediately, she raised her head and smiled like a dierium flower in the dark night, slowly blooming.

"The Empress Dowager is wrong. It's not that Yue Fanghua is too stupid, nor that I am too smart, but that you are now the Empress Dowager Xiaoan, the former queen of the Southern Xinjiang prince Wu Qingyan - too bold!"

She said softly, but every word fell heavily on the heart of Empress Dowager Xiao'an.

"Who in this world would have thought that someone would be so bold that he would change the wrong person. Oh, no, it's... he who steals the day and the day?"

Steal the day and change the day.

The whole Great Xia Dynasty is replaced!

Who would have thought that who would dare to doubt that the emperor who is now sitting on the dragon throne, stepping on thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, beautiful worlds, and drunkenly lying on the beautiful knees is actually not Prince Ning Xian, who was so glorious and amazing at the time?!

Empress Dowager Xiaoan's pupils shrank unconsciously.

It's not because of the content in Bai Mo's words, but because of a name.

Her name.

Dancing to the face.

No one has called her for a long time. What she most often hears is the favorite concubine of the late emperor, and later the Empress Dowager Xiao'an, and Wu Qingyan...

It was many years ago when the southern border was still alive, and she was the carefree princess of the witch clan;

It was many years ago when southern Xinjiang had just overturned and she was presented to the late Emperor of Daxia as the last princess of the fallen country in southern Xinjiang;

Someone once called her name so kindly and distantly.

Dancing to the face.

I don’t know where the wind is, traveling through the years and making a roar, evoking long-lasting memories, and gently whispering in her ear: “Princess Qingyan.”

Empress Dowager Xiao'an raised her head slightly.

From the perspective of Bai Mo, there was a crystal flowing light flashing through her slender and thick black eyelids.

She couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

It turned out to be... tears.

Empress Dowager Xiao'an's eyes were slightly wet. In this luxurious, deep and magnificent Daxia Palace, looking at the wind, rain, thunder and lightning outside the window from afar, suddenly remembering...

That year.

In the vague sight of tears, the boy's face gradually became clearer.

The boy had a handsome face and a light voice.

However, behind him was crying and mourning, and blood was flowing under his feet.

She remembered the scenes that were not beautiful, even tragic, for many years.

For so many years, Empress Dowager Xiaoan has never understood whether it is so unforgettable, because of the first meeting with you, or because... the country is destroyed and the city is destroyed?

That's right, her first meeting with him.

It was when the iron hooves of Daxia broke through the southern border, destroyed the mountains and rivers, and came to the city!

The boy sat on the horse, wearing silver armor, and said, "Those who surrender will not be killed--"

The handsome and beautiful woman who was waiting for her was unconsciously trying to surrender from the bottom of her heart.

So, those who were greedy and afraid of death opened the city gates and welcomed the enemy into the city.

The people of southern Xinjiang surrendered, but her daughter, the witch priest, represented the face of the entire Wu royal family. She could not surrender her priest and dignity to the iron hoof of Daxia!
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