After the global recovery, I traveled through

Then please rest in your palace, Your Highness. I have something to say to Your Highness. "

——

At this time, Chen Ke, the ghost named Ke, and the beggar's stealer, Le, rode the lightning rabbit and ran all the way.

After getting the horse, he was in a really good mood, and the irritability in his heart that wanted to kill people had also subsided a lot.

But as he got closer to Dongling County, he was worried about how to explain to the imperial master.

Why don't we just say that Ling Xingtao is too powerful, and we doubt that he pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger, but he is a real person!

Hey, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger was taught by the teacher.

But then he thought about it. No, it’s not like I can’t kill real people now.

So Ling Xingtao's army is also very powerful?

But Miss Xiao Er also gave them all elites.

Alas, he might as well ask Qingqing what she wants to say, Qingqing is smarter.

With black lightning and red whirlwind, he rushed into the Dongling County Sheriff's Mansion.

However, nothing could be found where Qingqing was usually found.

The Imperial Master was also missing.

He wandered around until he was stopped by a man and a woman.

The man was dressed in fine clothes and looked very sad. He only smiled slightly when the woman next to him approached.

The woman is wearing a lotus-like dress, and her gentle face seems to be sad.

When she saw Chen Kele returning, she couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Why are you back? Where are the others?"

Chen Kele could only answer her casually: "The King of Chu is extremely powerful."

Xiao Hesui was startled, as if he understood something.

She murmured: "Is the real dragon really that powerful? Sure enough, there is nothing we can do. Zhang Kuangji is about to attack the city again..."

The former Luo King Ling Mingyu frowned and took Xiao Hesui's hand.

The tentacles were warm, and both of them were startled.

Ling Mingyu comforted her: "The Imperial Master has come up with a clever plan. There must be a way to curb the madness of the ninth brother, no, King Chu."

"I wonder where the Imperial Master has gone?" Ling Mingyu asked.

"I seem to be going to some remote place, oh yes, I am going to-" Xiao Hesui replied.

Her wrist was flowing with Ling Mingyu's dragon energy, but Ling Mingyu didn't notice it at all.

Chen Kele interrupted them at this moment: "Where did Qingqing go? I don't think I saw her."

Xiao Hesui continued: "—I went with that girl to the place where you were before."

She looked at Ling Mingyu's not so good expression and moved her fingers slightly.

"It seems to be a small Taoist temple." She said and let go of her hand.

The author has something to say: The trick of modern masters is to throw away and catch up with others.

The ancient people used allusions and allusions.

Lin Xingtao: I love wearing Pinru clothes the most.

Chapter 38 Luck and destiny (35)

Qingqing still couldn't breathe when she recalled that scene.

The national master stood in front of him, his eyes as bright as meteors flowing from Dalue to her.

The Imperial Master laughed: "I see, why am I finding fault?"

A feeling of being completely seen through.

Qingqing couldn't hide. She had been hiding for so many years, but she was finally discovered.

The Imperial Master said: "Come back to the capital with me——"

Your Highness.

The two words came out between the opening and closing of the lips, as softly as if they were afraid of breaking the air, but Qingqing's fingers nervously pressed on the page, not daring to move.

The Imperial Master looked at her quietly and said, "You look nothing like your mother."

Da Le turned her head in confusion, unable to figure out what the relationship was between her and this man, yet she could actually talk about Qing Qing's mother.

"I thought she was so happy because she gave birth to a son. It turns out she didn't care whether her child was a boy or a girl."

"The emperor didn't really care at first, but you are different."

"You shouldn't be a woman."

The Imperial Master smiled and said, "Come back with me to see your mother. Recently, her son, King Chu, is rebelling against me. She must not be living well in the palace."

Qingqing trembled, and then the Imperial Master stretched out his hand and caught her in his hand.

Da Le opened his eyes angrily, shouted loudly, and starlight penetrated the roof and fell on him.

The Imperial Master stared at him for a long time and laughed loudly: "Sure enough, when a true dragon is born, there must be stars around him to assist him!"

"I am the Taoist who gave you the potion, and I am the current imperial master."

"Follow me." He stretched out his other hand towards Dalue, completely refusing to refuse.

The starlight converged, and Da Le glanced at Qing Qing, who was silent, and followed the Imperial Master.

Da Le is thinking: I am the reincarnation star who assists the True Dragon Emperor - the teacher? This man is actually the national teacher that the teacher wants to deal with? But it seems that the national teacher doesn’t know about my relationship with the teacher? Or is the real dragon someone else?

What about Qingqing?

He looked at the inexplicable doting attitude of the Imperial Preceptor towards Qing Qing, and a strange conjecture came to his mind: The Imperial Preceptor could not be Qing Qing's father! That's why the emperor didn't want her.

And Qingqing’s mother is in the royal capital?

Dale was thinking again: But Qingqing definitely doesn't like this "father", so they are still on the teacher's side.

What does the teacher call this?

Twenty-five boys?

——

Qingqing stood by the window, with a faint fragrance in her nose.

She stretched out her hand and held up thousands of fragrances with her fingers.

It was as if there were early flowers poking out the smile of early spring. She waved her hand, as if she touched a soft face.

Flowers are clustered in clusters, and a luxurious palace dress is slowly spread out.

This is the woman who often appears in her dreams.

She was dressed in gorgeous palace clothes, with beads and jade flying around on her head, and her face could not be clearly seen.

The woman sang soft songs to put the child to sleep.

Qingqing retracted her hand and smiled lowly.

She would ask herself, was that palace robe really not a figment of her imagination?

Has she, a little beggar, really seen such gorgeous clothes?

That piece of clothing embodies all the beautiful fantasies about motherhood and glory and wealth that she had in her childhood.

She should have enjoyed a life of luxury and honor, and she should have been pampered and raised to be a noble person who could not see anything in the world.

who is she?

She is a little beggar.

Her heart is sometimes taken away by fantasy, but is returned by reality.

There was a cold touch on my hand.

She saw her hand being held by the Imperial Master.

The Imperial Master's hands were slender and clean, like those of a young man.

The Imperial Master said gently: "Let's go and see where you grew up."

Qingqing shook her head.

The Imperial Master patiently waited for her to change her mind.

He said: "In this case, let's go back to the royal capital now."

Qingqing continued to shake her head.

She didn't want to go back to the capital, but she also subconsciously felt that she wanted to drag the imperial master out of the capital.

So she agreed.

What was there to see in the place where she grew up? It was just a broken Taoist temple.

She gathered up her skirt, stepped on the chair, and jumped from the window.

This time it was the fragrance that lifted her up, and the hem of her skirt rolled up the early spring scenery in the county magistrate's mansion.

The Imperial Master used some force to pull her forward.

Step by step, the scene changes and the fragrance of flowers disappears.

The Taoist temple is close at hand.

The Taoist temple was empty. It is remote and has lost the little beggars who have been staying here, making it look particularly lonely.

The Taoist temple was still the same as when she left, and the scratches left by the three black Taoist crows on the door were still there.

The Imperial Master let go of her hand, pushed open the door and walked inside without worrying that she would escape.

He saw the statue in the middle and said with a smile: "It turns out that there are gods protecting me and helping to cover it up."

The statue has long been lifeless, and its body made of clay has even cracked.

The Imperial Preceptor asked: "Who is this god who is in such a miserable state?"

Qingqing really didn't know, she shook her head.

The Imperial Master didn't care either, he started wandering around the Taoist temple.

"So you and Chen Kele have always been here?"

"It's hard on you."

He suddenly looked to the southwest.

Thunder came from the southwest.

There is providence in the sky.

"Fake King Chu, really fake King Chu." His face became slightly serious.

He stretched out his hand to make secrets, as if he was controlling the Taoism in the distance.

"Slippery." There was a smile in his words, "Do you think there is nothing I can do if you leave everything to me?"

There was another muffled thunder in the sky.

Divination Guozi's voice loomed in the ears of the Imperial Master: "Heaven will not punish us, but the Imperial Master should be punished!"

The imperial master's sleeves and robes vibrated violently, and air flowed out.

His face darkened.

And Qingqing heard the thunder and couldn't help but look to the sky.

There, in front of the moon, were purple fireworks all over the sky.

She slowly walked out of the Taoist temple and stood where Lin Xingtao left that day.

Listening to the thunder in her ears, she did not see the flowers that bloomed when she left again.

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Oh, he is the King of Chu now.

He is coming to Dongling County soon and will see him soon.

In the Taoist temple, the statue of a god made of clay rolled down in front of him because of the air flow emitted from the sleeves of the master's robe just now.

The Imperial Master stopped and looked shocked.

He stared fiercely at the statue made of clay, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"Look what I found."

He struck the statue with his palm, and the statue was completely shattered under the load.

A thing with a white background and purple color was sitting quietly in the soil. It was unknown how long it had been wrapped in this pile of mud that had lost its spirituality.

He picked up the thing, and the light shone brightly——

And Qingqing is still thinking about what she shouted that day.

She wondered if the teacher might not have heard what she shouted.

Otherwise, why wouldn't he look back for her?

She shouted then——

"Actually, my name is Ling Qingqing!"

"But my last name can be the same as the teacher! Teacher, you forgot to give me a name!"

My last name could be Lin, Ling or something, maybe it’s not that important.

The teacher may have misunderstood, or he may have heard it as "teacher can have my last name".

So Lin Xingtao became Ling Xingtao.

Qingqing couldn't help but smile.

The teacher used the Ninth Prince's name as a bluff - it didn't really count, she agreed.

She was held in the arms of the teacher at that time, and she heard clearly the bad ideas of the teacher and Grandpa Guozi.

She didn't object.

only.

She misses him a little now.

There is also the past version of myself.

She suddenly wanted to ask the Imperial Master if her father, her father, had ever regretted it——

Kill your son to sacrifice to heaven.

She trembles whenever she hears these four words.

However, Emperor Yuan died of illness three years ago.

At that time, she endured hunger and cold, and in this Taoist temple, she did not know anything about the world.

Emperor Dalin's death had nothing to do with her.

Because she was not born into a noble royal family, she was just a little beggar who had no time to take care of herself.

But soon, she was about to wake up from one dream and enter another.

The Imperial Master is taking her back to the capital.

Of course not taking her back to continue being a beggar, but——

The most powerful position in the world.

Suddenly, white, green, and purple light floated in her eyes.

So beautiful, reflected in her hair and eyelashes.

She turned her head in a trance.

I don’t know if the teacher looked back at last and saw her covered with stars.

But she saw it herself.

A girl, standing outside the door, with tearful eyes, sad eyes, and hair pulled behind her ears.

Just like her today and now.

That day was the beginning of Lin Xingtao’s new life, and he began to be called Ling Xingtao.

And today is the beginning of Lin Qingqing’s new life, and she began to be called Ling Qingqing.

——Tears, just like that, burst out of her eyes.

She couldn’t tell what was emitting dazzling light in the misty water droplets.

She didn’t know if she was too tired to stand steadily.

The earth was shaking.

When the teacher left, he said: "No one wants to go with the flow and disappear."