After the global recovery I crossed

Qingqing recalled that scene, still a little out of breath.

The national teacher stood in front of him, a pair of shooting star eyes flowed from Da Le to her.

The national teacher laughed: "So that's the case. I said why I found the wrong one."

A feeling of being completely seen through.

There was no way for Qingqing to hide. She had been hiding for so many years, but she was finally discovered.

The national teacher said: "Come back to the capital with me—"

Your Highness.

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

The national teacher looked at her quietly and said, "You don't look like your mother."

Da Le turned her head from side to side in confusion, unable to figure out what kind of relationship she had with this man, but she could actually talk about Qing Qing's mother.

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

"The emperor didn't really care about it, but you are different."

"You shouldn't be a woman."

The national teacher said with a smile: "Go back with me to see your mother. Recently, her son, the King of Chu, is rebelling against me. She must not be doing well in the palace."

Qingqing trembled, and then the national teacher stretched out her hand and grabbed it in her hand.

Da Le opened his eyes angrily, shouted violently, and a starlight fell on him through the roof.

The national teacher stared at him for a long time, and laughed loudly: "Sure enough, when a real dragon is born, there must be a star coming to assist the Prime Minister by his side!"

"I am the Taoist who gave you the potion, and I am the imperial teacher of the dynasty."

"Come with me." He stretched out his other hand towards Da Le, with an attitude that could not be refused.

Starlight receded, Da Le glanced at Qing Qing who was silent, and followed the national teacher.

Dale was thinking: I am the assistant of the real dragon emperor, the teacher's reincarnated star?This man is actually the national teacher that the teacher wants to deal with?But the national teacher doesn't seem to know my relationship with the teacher?Or is the real dragon someone else?

What about Qingqing?

Seeing the inexplicably pampering attitude of the national teacher towards Qingqing, he had a strange guess in his heart: the national teacher could not be Qingqing's father!That's why the emperor didn't want her.

And Qingqing's mother is in the capital?

Da Le 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?

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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 spring flowers protruding out of the smile, she waved her hand, as if touching a soft face.

There are clusters of flowers, and a luxurious palace dress is slowly spreading out.

This is the woman who often appears in her dreams.

Wearing gorgeous palace clothes, pearls and jade flying around on her head, and a face that can't be seen clearly.

Women sing soft songs to lull children to sleep.

Qingqing withdrew her hand and smiled softly.

She would ask herself, is that palace dress really not something she imagined?

She is a little beggar, has she really seen such gorgeous clothes?

That dress condensed all her beautiful fantasies about her mother and prosperity and wealth in her childhood.

She should have enjoyed a luxurious and honorable life, she should have been coddled and raised into a world where everything in the world could not be seen by her eyes.

Who is she?

She is a little beggar.

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

There was a cold touch on the hand.

She saw her hand being held by the national teacher.

The national teacher's hands are slender and clean, like a young man.

The national teacher said softly: "Let's go and see the place where you grew up."

Qingqing shook her head.

The national teacher waited patiently for her to change her mind.

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

Qingqing continued to shake her head.

She was unwilling to return to the capital, and subconsciously felt that she would drag the national teacher out of the capital.

So she agreed.

What's so good about the place where she grew up? It's just a taoist temple.

She gathered the hem of her skirt, stepped on the chair, and jumped down from the window.

This time, it was Fragrant who supported her, and the hem of her skirt rolled up the early spring in the sheriff's mansion.

The national teacher exerted a little force and pulled her forward.

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

The Taoist temple is close at hand.

The temple is empty.It is remote and has lost the little beggars who have been staying here, so it looks extraordinarily quiet.

The Taoist temple is still the same as when she left, and the scratches left by the crows of the three gangsters on the door are still there.

The national teacher let go of her hand, pushed open the door without worrying that she would run away, and walked in.

He saw the god statue in the middle, and said with a smile: "It turns out that there is a god who protects it and helps to cover it."

The idol has long been lifeless, and the body made of mud even cracked.

The national teacher asked: "Where is this god, who is in such a miserable situation?"

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

The national teacher didn't care, he wandered around in this Taoist temple.

"So you and Chen Kele have been here all this time?"

"Sorry for you."

He suddenly looked to the southwest.

There was thunder from the southwest.

There is a providence in the sky.

"The fake King of Chu, the real fake King of Chu." His face became slightly serious.

Stretching out his hand to form a formula, it seems to be 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 push everything to me?"

There was another muffled thunder in the sky.

Bu Guozi's voice was faintly visible in the ears of the national teacher: "Heaven will not punish us, the national teacher should be punished!"

The national teacher's sleeve robe vibrated violently, and there was an air of air overflowing.

His face darkened.

But Qingqing heard the thunder and couldn't help but look towards the sky.

There was a month ago, and there were purple fireworks all over the sky.

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

Listening to the thunder in her ears, she didn't see the flowers that bloomed at the time of parting again.

Where is the teacher now?

Oh, he's the king of Chu now.

He is coming to Tangling County soon, and we will see him soon.

In the Taoist temple, the statue made of clay rolled down in front of him because of the airflow from the Guoshi's sleeve robe just now.

The national teacher stopped in his footsteps, with a look of shock on his face.

He stared at the clay idol fiercely, the corners of his mouth slightly bent.

"Look what I found."

He slashed at the statue with a palm, and the statue was completely shattered under the weight.

A bluish-purple object with a white background quietly stayed in the soil, and I don't know how long it had been wrapped in this pile of spiritually-deprived soil.

He picked it up, and the light flared—

And Qingqing was still thinking about what she yelled that day.

She wondered if the teacher didn't hear what she shouted.

Otherwise, why didn't he look back for her.

She was yelling—

"Actually, my name is Ling Qingqing!"

"But I can have the teacher's surname! Teacher, you forgot to give me a name!"

My surname can be Lin, Ling or something, maybe it doesn't matter that much.

The teacher may have misunderstood, or maybe he heard "Teacher can have my last name".

So Lin Xingtao became Ling Xingtao.

Qingqing couldn't help laughing.

The teacher used the name of the Ninth Prince to bluff and deceive—actually it wasn't counted, she agreed.

She was held in the arms of the teacher at that time, listening to the bad idea of ​​the teacher and Grandpa Guo, she could hear it clearly.

She didn't object.

just.

She kind of misses him now.

And the self who thought about the past.

She suddenly wanted to ask the national teacher, if her father, her father, had any regrets——

Kill the son to sacrifice to heaven.

Whenever she hears these four words, she trembles.

However, Emperor Yuan died of illness three years ago.

At that time, she endured hunger and cold, and in this Taoist temple, she didn't hear about world affairs.

The death of Emperor Dalin had nothing to do with her.

Because she is not born a noble royal, she is just a little beggar who can't take care of herself.

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

The national teacher is going to take her back to the capital.

Of course, it is not to take her back to continue to be a little beggar, but——

Extremely world-class.

Suddenly, white, blue, and purple lights floated in her eyes.

So beautiful, reflected in the end of her hair, reflected in her eyelashes.

She turned around in a daze.

I don't know if the teacher turned around in the end and saw her in the starry sky.

But she saw it herself.

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

Just like who she is today and now.

That day was the beginning of Lin Xingtao's new life, and he started calling him Ling Xingtao.

But today is the beginning of Lin Qingqing's new life, and her name is Ling Qingqing.

—Tears, just like that.

In the misty water droplets, she couldn't tell what was shining brightly.

She didn't know if she was too tired to stand still.

The earth is shaking.

When the teacher was leaving, he said: "No one wants to follow the crowd and disappear."

A pair of drifting hands can't wipe away the tears on a girl's face, and can't pull a person who is stuck in the mud into the sunshine.

She wants to go back to the capital, she wants to—

Succession to the throne.

A little beggar can't do anything, whether it's helping the teacher to fight the national teacher, or some other things.

The national teacher said to the second Miss Xiao: "Everyone in the world is delusional and looks down on women. They don't know that women also have ambitions and can make achievements!"

Xiao Hesui also deserves it?She deserves it too!

If she is worthy, then what am I!

She is the daughter of the sheriff, and she was lucky enough to get the phoenix's life!

As for me, the emperor's daughter, I can only blame Long Ming!

Ling Qingqing gritted her teeth, and saw the national teacher laughing and holding up something, walking in front of her.

That thing is held high.

She felt unspeakable pain.

It was as if the whole body had been severely washed.

She threw her head back, almost choking for breath.

In her line of sight, a line gradually appeared——

Dragon.

Cyan-purple, condensed from Qi, looks like a real dragon.

The dragon is flying, getting higher and higher, breaking through the Taoist temple, almost flying into the nine heavens.

[A woman's luck will not become a dragon.The most noble fate of a woman in the world is the phoenix. ]

[If there is a woman who is lucky to become a dragon, she must be a monster in troubled times, kill her! ]

A chirp.

A white dragon suddenly appeared and rose into the sky.

The white dragon and the green dragon entangled and cuddled each other, and gradually they also became blue-purple.

Ling Qingqing opened her arms.

The blue dragon roared and rushed into her arms.

[Concubine Jing has a dream, dreaming of a dragon in her arms, Emperor Yuan is very happy, thinking of the ninth son of the emperor. ]

[Ten years ago, Concubine Jing gave birth to a princess. ]

[The monarch was furious, and concealed the emperor's daughter as the prince, and only said that the son was born with a real dragon appearance, and he was cursing his father. ]

She heard the solemn voice of the national teacher: "Congratulations to the nine emperors for finding their real body!"

"A woman born not with the fate of the phoenix, but with the fate of the dragon!"

"There is only one person throughout the ages!"

"This is my real dragon! I have been lurking for more than ten years, and I will rise up in one day!"

[In that year, the blood energy rushed, the stars changed, and the fate was microscopic.The national teacher didn't know that the Ninth Prince was actually the Nine Emperor's Daughter, and thought that the real dragon was strange, and was afraid of the real dragon, so he persuaded the emperor to kill his son and sacrifice to heaven. ]

When the real dragon was born, the national teacher at that time couldn't control it, so naturally he wanted to kill her.And Emperor Yuan wanted to kill her evildoer.

Pity her majestic daughter is unknown to the world, and lives as a beggar in Taoist temples.

Few people know about it, and only know about it, the Ninth Prince.

So no one found her.

Is the national teacher sure to control the real dragon now?

Ling Qingqing lowered her raised head slowly.

Her eyes buried the deep soul of a true dragon.

In the Wan Daoguang of the jade seal of the previous dynasty——

She is dressed in the sun-

resurrection.

The author has something to say: Everyone guessed that Qingqing is the Ninth Prince.

Lin Xingtao: No, I'm not, I didn't, Bu Guozi came out and was beaten!

It's all the fault of not being able to distinguish the front and back nasal sounds.