Beast Concubine: Demon Queen of the Ghost King

"Aoming, I can't bear to let you go. You are the king I chose for the Ming Kingdom three years ago. You will lead the Ming Kingdom to become stronger. I believe in you."

His eyes were firm and he spoke in a calm tone.

The position of emperor of the Ming Dynasty seemed worthless to him!

Nangong Aoming's eyes were red, like a mad beast, staring straight at his second brother, whom he had always been proud of.

He grabbed Aotian's shoulders with both hands and shouted loudly: "Second brother, the future and destiny of the Ming Kingdom, and the grand hegemony of my Nangong family, all depend on your thoughts! How can you abandon us for a woman? This Ming Kingdom

, I don’t want it, and I can’t afford it!”

"Your Highness, you can't abandon us..."

"Can't abandon the Ming Dynasty..."

All the soldiers knelt down and begged their god of war.

The cries of mourning echoed through the sky.

Aotian shook his head and chuckled: "Aoming, you can do it and you can afford it. If I can't do it for Concubine Ming, how can I survive?"

He is not giving up, but letting go!

It's just that they don't understand.

The only person in the world who can understand him is Qingfeng.

He turned to look at Qingfeng: "Let's go!"

Aotian led Qingfeng through the roaring and wailing army, walking very slowly step by step.

He knew that maybe after leaving Zhe this time, he would never come back. After leaving the city gate, he would no longer be the prince of the Ming Dynasty.

It's just that none of this is what he wants to care about.

He wanted to tell her with his actions what it was that he cared about.

It's not about being a king who dominates the world, it's not about being famous in history, it's not about climbing to the top of a mountain and looking down at the common people.

All he wants is for her to stay by his side and live happily.

She is the one he wants to protect most in his life, she is more important than his country and his position as emperor.

Because there is something he wants to protect, he repeatedly tells himself to become stronger. But if the thing he wants to protect is gone, then what is the meaning of everything he has done?

Three years, he has waited long enough.

In this life, he will never do anything he regrets.

"Second brother..." Nangong Aoming could no longer bear it and knelt on the ground. Has his god really abandoned him?

Qingfeng walked past him and hummed: "Idiot, is the king of the Phoenix Kingdom inferior to the king of the Ming Kingdom?"

Nangong Aoming was slightly shocked, but Qingfeng just looked at her quietly and said nothing again.

But Nangong Aoming already knew the weight of this sentence: Phoenix Valley, the power that had mysteriously risen in the past three years, was enough to compete with any country in a short period of time, but it turned out that the person behind it was Qingfeng.

This woman is indeed strong enough. She has millions of soldiers as her wedding dress and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains as her dowry.

She does what she says.

Aotian held Qingfeng's hand tightly, while Qingfeng held Yunniang's hand and walked all the way. Aoming remained silent all the way, quietly looking at the three people holding hands tightly.

The atmosphere is so warm, so harmonious, and so fascinating.

The sun fell on Aotian's face, with a faint golden glow. He said quietly: "Aoming, human hands are only so big, and they can't hold everything. I only want what I want most.

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"My father's kindness in nurturing me, and Ming Guo's protection, I will keep these in my heart. From now on, when I am far away, Ming Guo will be protected by you."

"If the Ming Dynasty loses me, there will still be many leaders. If my father loses me, there will still be many of your sons. If Feng'er loses me, she will have no heart. In this life, I only want her!"

He smiled and looked at his brothers with calm eyes and a peaceful expression.

"Fourth brother, take care of yourself!"

For the first time, when he called him fourth brother, his voice was sincere and affectionate. A cold-hearted person like him never called brothers, but kept his affection deep inside.

It is the most true thing to call out at this moment.

Aotian turned around and walked away. The sunlight shone on his back, making it look so straight and sharp.

Nangong Aoming stared blankly at his most beloved brother, his eyes far away, his lips half-opened, his fists clenched, but he never called out the sound in his throat.

And the countless crowds, those who were crying, gradually calmed down, and there was no resentment or hatred in their hearts. Under Aotian's calm eyes, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty finally understood: Their God of War was actually the same as them, with flesh and blood.

There is love and justice.

He is actually just an ordinary person.

There is the right to love and the freedom to be loved.

suddenly see the light.

Now there is only deep reluctance and deep attachment.

Ghost King, so bloody, so terrifying, such a frightening word.

However, everyone in the Ming Kingdom knows the profound meaning of this - transforming into a ghost, not afraid of blood or danger, to protect my country and my people.

Their prince, the crown prince, went into battle at the age of thirteen. With his young and weak body, he guarded the dynasty that was slightly overturned and was in turmoil. He stood tall and strong. He stayed like this for eight years.

Enough, really enough.

Eight years is enough time for them to establish a firm foothold.

Now is the time to let their prince go. Their god of war has left. They can no longer hold his footsteps with love and responsibility.

"Your Highness, Mingguo will always be your home..."

The chorus of shouts resounded through the sky.

Qingfeng's moved eyes turned to Aotian: "God, I'm proud of you!"

Such people, such a country, such people.

value!

Aotian also laughed: "Yes, I am also proud of them!"

Love what I love, understand what I understand.

Eight years of hard work, eight years of hard work.

value!

Aotian took a deep breath, strode forward, turned over and jumped onto the horse's back.

The grass is flying and the sound of horse hooves is heard, heading quickly towards the distant and mysterious Phoenix Valley.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, the illustrious throne, everything is at your feet.

It's not that he never thought about it, but after losing it, he understood even more what was most important.

He only recognized his own heart during three years of loneliness. This time, he wanted to be willful and live for himself.

Put aside his responsibilities and live for yourself.

The sound of horse hooves faded away, and countless eyes stared at the departing horses, carrying away their most sincere blessings.

In countless gazes, Nangong Mu looked sad and tired. Just one short day seemed to have consumed all the youth of this once strong man. He was like a pool of dead water, no longer alive, with only blood-red eyes.

He stared at his son's retreating back.

"Am I... wrong...?"

He asked the gray-haired old man next to him blankly.

"Your Majesty, you are right!" The Prime Minister hunched over, but his voice was firmer than ever before: "This is God's will, God's will. Your Highness is destined to bear a heavy responsibility. There is nothing wrong in what you have done!"

The oldest prophecy of the Ming Dynasty: If you get the phoenix girl, you will conquer the world, and Qingfeng is the phoenix girl they identify as the phoenix girl.

Forcing the prince to marry Princess Lanyue was just a fuse for today.

Everything the emperor has done is for the sake of the Ming Dynasty. He will no longer be a king who is oppressed and coerced, and he will no longer be a country that is massacred and enslaved.

This time, if they give up everything and let their prince fly into the sky, they will silently support and rejoice silently.

The expression on the old prime minister's face couldn't be more determined. The prince of their family fell in love with Miss Qingfeng. This is something everyone in the world knows.

But this Miss Qingfeng really takes it seriously. Her stunning appearance is nothing but her appearance.

With that kind of temperament and supreme ability, there is really no one in the world who can compare with it. With Miss Qingfeng helping me in the future, why worry about big things happening?

What's more, in this world of intrigues, sincerity is so rare. He can be very sure that Miss Qingfeng truly falls in love with His Highness. Even if the earth falls apart and the rivers dry up, it will definitely be a lifelong matter and will never be lost.

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Your Highness, it is their prince's blessing, their emperor's blessing, and the Ming Dynasty's blessing to have such a wonderful woman protecting you. If they join hands, the world is just around the corner.

Others don’t know the strength of Phoenix Valley, so why doesn’t he know it?

The emperor did not spend less time on this!

"I...just...feel bad!"

I feel sorry for this son who has been ignored and hurt by him.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that perhaps starting from today, Ming Dynasty would really lose their God of War, and he would lose his son.

Losing this son who had been hurt by him, abandoned by him, who had high hopes for him, but who failed to live up to his expectations again and again, who was forced by him, abandoned by him, and forced out of the Ming Dynasty by him.

The rings of time flowed between the father and son. The wind blew from a high place, lifting up his hair, which contained a little bit of gray, and blew over his slightly stooped back. He suddenly became so old.

I can only look in vain, my eyes full of nostalgia, but I can't keep the time that passes away ruthlessly.

He broke Tian'er's heart in the end, even though it was all he wanted.

He is really not a qualified father, nor a qualified emperor, so he places his original responsibilities on Tian'er's shoulders.

He smiled bitterly: Was he wrong?

Nangong Mu turned around and walked very slowly step by step. He knew that when his son turned around, his son would never come back. After walking out of this door, everything would be plunged into flesh, bones, and fire.

, his flesh and blood were separated, his family was destroyed, and his hegemony was overthrown, but he still wanted to go on without hesitation.

Even if it’s the price of blood?

It was a huge gamble, and he spent everything he had on it.

Because, only in this way can Tian'er embark on the imperial road that he has already chosen for him, and by his side, there will be a phoenix accompanying him, stubbornly guarding him in the storm.

"Tian'er... don't hate your father, that is your fate!"

Nangong Mu seemed to be smiling but not smiling, seemed to be happy but not happy, seemed to be sad but not sad. There was relaxation and sadness in his eyes.

What's more, there is burning expectation.

The eternal legend has finally come to pass in his life, and he will surely live up to his trust.

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The spring breeze blows through all things, and life wakes up in the spring breeze. Tender green buds sprout from the branches, and the tender green reflects the earth among the mountains and rivers, full of vitality.

The pace of spring is beating and running between the sky and the earth. In the blink of an eye, the earth is covered with green, and the temperature gradually warms up. The gentle and refreshing breeze blows on the body, giving people a lazy feeling.

Comfortable.

There was a feeling of joy everywhere in the Phoenix Valley: the Phoenix King and the Queen were getting married in half a month.

What a happy event this is!

Aotian has become the king of Phoenix Valley. He naturally has the ability and the strength to make the people of Phoenix Valley bow their heads.

In just three months, it was enough for Aotian to regain the aloof hearts of the officials in the valley.

Qingfeng just watched, said nothing, and never helped: this man didn't need anyone's help at all.

Helping him would be an insult to him.

"Qingfeng, you will be my wife in half a month." Aotian hugged Qingfeng and said affectionately.

"I'm only eighteen years old and I'm going to become a yellow-faced woman. It's too fast."

Eighteen years old is just an adult in modern times. Who knows, she is actually getting married now.

It’s incredible to think about it!

When Ao Tian heard this, he immediately raised his brows, stared at a pair of stunning eyes, and said angrily: "What's so fast?"

He felt so sad that he was too slow for this little heartless person.

If he hadn't been busy winning the hearts of all the heroes in the valley during these three months, he would have wanted to get married to her on the first day he entered the valley.

For three years, he had been thinking about it day and night, and it was finally coming true.

Qingfeng Jiang Aotian glared at her coldly, as if if she just said something fast, she would definitely swallow him up. He couldn't help but chuckle, but did not dare to say anything else.

Having seen this man get excited, she understood him quite well. It was like a plate of delicious food that had been coveted for several years. If it was placed in front of her, no one would want to eat it.

But this man stubbornly insisted on staying until the wedding night.

She actually didn't care, but this man couldn't bear to let her feel the slightest grievance.

She accepted his love, so she couldn't bear to let him hurt her again.

"Are you laughing at me?" Aotian almost flew into a rage when Qingfeng didn't answer.

Qingfeng looked at Aotian, who was furious at just one word, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved into a smile.

This man was much more energetic than in the Ming Dynasty, and she felt very happy.

He really liked her dowry.

He is not a secular person, he does not have those bullshit secular rules, and he never thinks that she is humiliating him by offering Phoenix Valley with both hands.

It only took him three months to make everyone in Phoenix Valley believe in him wholeheartedly.

This kind of ability is beyond her reach.

In fact, as long as this man wanted to, he couldn't create another one that was not inferior to Phoenix Valley, but he took over Phoenix Valley without saying anything, just because this was what she wanted to give him.

If she gives it, he takes it.

Just like, if she wants it, he will give it up.

"God, did I say today that I am very happy?" She simply curled up in his arms and didn't notice his anger at all.

"You..." Aotian's eyes were rounded, but the fragrance of soft jade in his arms made them sparkle.

In the midst of the warm color, untimely footsteps suddenly sounded. The words Nangong Aotian wanted to blurt out were stuck on the tip of his tongue, and his brows couldn't help but frown slightly: If you appear at this time, something big must have happened!