The whole world is waiting for my deposed empress

Xi Qin's wine was very pure and strong, Yelu Nanzhi's eyes turned red the moment the wine entered his eyes.

Qin Zhao reprimanded angrily: "I have studied the customs of Xiqin for many years, and I have never heard of this kind of hospitality!"

As soon as these words came out, the envoys of the Southern Kingdom immediately put away their superficial harmony, and the guards who were traveling together silently put their hands on the scabbards.

At the moment of tension.

Huaijin walked to Ming Feiqing's side, held his hand and protected him behind his back, with an indistinct smile on his face: "It didn't happen before, but it has since today."

"Your Majesty Qin is too forceful and unreasonable!"

"What are you talking about?" Huai Ziyu asked playfully, "As a king, I am formulating new etiquette for Xiqin. Don't tell me you Nanguo are also here to comment?"

Qin Zhao was so angry that he blew his beard and stared: "You...you!"

"My queen, she knows the general situation very well." Huaijin turned her head and gave Ming Feiqing a tender look.

Ming Feiqing, who was purely pouring out his personal anger: "..."

Unexpectedly, Huai Ziyu came back for him.

The people in the Southern Kingdom were very dissatisfied. It was supposed to be their monarch who gave Xi Qin the power, but now it was the other way around.

How dare a weak country be so arrogant?

"That's all." Yelu Nanzhi said, staring at Ming Feiqing with those bloodshot eyes that were scorched, "When you go to the country, you do as the Romans do, and you have received the gift of the queen alone."

Ming Feiqing glanced at him coldly, and let Huaijin lead him back to the chair.

The focus of the peace talks between the two countries is compensation. Although Xiqin won the battle, it was a narrow victory. The South Kingdom has been a victorious country for more than a hundred years. The casualties of soldiers and the loss of money must also be compensated in three times.

It is impossible for Huaijin to agree to this kind of overlord's treaty. Both parties will not back down. After half a year of negotiation, there is no result. That's why this king's meeting happened.

Yelu Nanzhi condescended to come to Xiqin to negotiate a peace, thinking that he had given enough sincerity, Huaijin didn't take his "sincerity" seriously at all.

The banquet came to an end in a subtle hostility.

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Ming Feiqing returned to Xinwu Palace, poured two cups of cold water, his hands were still trembling uncontrollably.

As long as Yelu Nanzhi stood in front of him, the memories of those three years would overwhelm him.

That year, Tuzhou, which was located in an important border area, was raided by the southern army.

The [-] elite soldiers trained by Huaijin fought bloody battles to protect Tuzhou, and were finally annihilated under the pressure of the Southern Kingdom.

One hundred thousand people in Tuzhou City were massacred.

That was Ming Feiqing's first experience of death. He was carried on a horse by Huai Ziyu and fled northward.

When he turned his head, he could see those people who were slashed on the people of Tuzhou by the blade and died in front of his eyes, including the regular customers of the mother's dim sum shop, the young son who led the house, and the three-year-old who often pestered him to beg for sweet cakes. Year-old girl, their heads were separated, blood splattered everywhere.

The remaining two hundred soldiers fought to the death to protect the lord, opening a bloody path for Huaijin.

But the road was still blocked.

Southern soldiers in iron armor forced two teenagers who had just turned eighteen to the edge of a cliff.

When the hidden arrow came, Ming Feiqing didn't even think about it, turned around and hugged Huai Jin, blocking the arrow for him.

With his last strength, the young man pushed Huaijin down the cliff.

That cliff looks high, but in fact, the bottom is mostly straw that is dried by farmers.

Ming Feiqing pushed Huaijin to the road of death, and he was captured by soldiers from the Southern Kingdom.

He was caught in the southern territory and spent half a month in a prisoner-of-war camp.

When the arrow wound nearly tortured him to death, a large hand clamped his jaw.

He opened his eyes and saw a strange face in a daze.

"This is Huai Ziyu's Ziwei Xing?" The man said, "It's as sick as a puppy, how pitiful."

He was taken into a comfortable and warm place, someone treated his wounds, and when he recovered, Ming Feiqing realized that he had been taken into the Nangong Palace, and the person who pitied him that day was the young monarch of the Southern Kingdom, Yelunan Sunburn.

In the beginning, Yelu Nanzhi was curious about him, because Ming Feiqing was really good-looking, even if he didn't do anything but just sit there, Yelu Nanzhi could take the trouble to look at him all day long.

His kindness and gentleness gave the young and ignorant Ming Feiqing an illusion that he shouldn't have.

On that day, he innocently asked: "Can you let me go home?"

The smile on Yelu Nanzhi's face was still there, but his eyes darkened a bit, and he suddenly said, "Today, I want to go archery, so you come to accompany me."

Ming Feiqing was brought to a boxy hunting ground, and he and Yelu Nanzhi stood on the high platform of the hunting ground.

Yelu Nanzhi took a crossbow bolt and tested the string in his hand. A gate of the hunting ground opened and a huge wild boar ran out.

The target was huge, Yelu Nanzhi was in the best hunting position again, as long as he drew his bow, he would definitely be able to hit the prey.

Ming Feiqing thought that the wild boar would definitely die, but unexpectedly the crossbow arrow was shot a lot sideways.

The wild boar walked leisurely in the hunting ground, unaware of the arrows coming.

The people around them subconsciously held their breath, not daring to take too much breath—their monarch couldn't shoot bows and arrows since he was a child because of a disability in his eyes. One of the untouchable reverse scales.

A few more arrows were shot, and the wild boar was safe and sound.

Yelu Nanzhi's face was as dark as the skin of a wild boar.

Ming Feiqing stood aside, with eyes downcast, not daring to speak, wishing to shrink into a tiny one.

Yelu Nanzhi raised his hand and pulled him to his side: "I heard from my mentor, as long as I get your blessings, some things will go smoothly."

Ming Feiqing thought that he only wanted to hunt wild boars, so he followed his heart and said: "I hope you... can hit every shot."

Yelu Nanzhi reloaded the crossbow, this time he didn't bother to aim at all, and he didn't even look at it, and directly fired an arrow at the hunting ground.

A sharp hiss suddenly resounded throughout the hunting ground.

Yelu Nanzhi turned his head in disbelief, and he saw the wild boar lying on the ground convulsed and screaming after being shot in the body by an arrow.

There was excitement and surprise in his eyes—this was the first time in his life he had shot at a prey.

It's just because Ming Feiqing said "every shot, every hit".

The surrounding courtiers also began to cheer for the monarch, and there were endless praises, as exaggerated as praising a child who has just learned to walk.

Yelu Nanzhi laughed loudly, Ming Feiqing saw that he was in a good mood, so he asked cautiously: "Can you let me go home?"

But Yelu Nanzhi leaned into his ear and said, "Don't worry, today's hunting has just begun."

The general below gave an order, and the four gates of the hunting ground opened suddenly, and many unkempt people rushed out.

Ming Feiqing saw that all of them were in shackles, and everyone was dressed in the style of Xiqin. He realized that the group of people in the hunting ground were the captured Xiqin people!

Yelu Nanzhi set up the crossbow arrows, pulled the mechanism, flicked his index finger, and the crossbow arrows pierced a prisoner's forehead.

The captives began to flee in all directions, waiting to be slaughtered like animals in the hunting grounds.

Yelu Nanzhi kept shooting, and every shot could hit a person's life, even if he closed his eyes, it could kill a person.

"No...no! Stop! Stop!!" Ming Feiqing tried to stop him, but it was of no avail.

He watched the people A Jin cared about die under Yelu Nanzhi's crossbow arrows, he was helpless, even because of his words, this group of people brought such an indiscriminate disaster!

"Stop! I beg you!" He knelt down and kowtowed to Yelu Nanzhi, until his forehead bled, Yelu Nanzhi turned to look at him.

He had killed enough, so he helped Ming Feiqing up, and caressed his cheek lovingly: "Ziweixing, well-deserved reputation."

Ming Feiqing looked down and saw that the hunting ground was already covered with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

He broke down and cried, Yelu Nanzhi hugged him and whispered in his ear: "Stay by Gu's side, and help Gu complete the great cause of unifying Qindi."

In those three years, the Southern Kingdom annexed the surrounding small countries that it was balancing against at an astonishing rate, and grew rapidly. Regardless of whether the war was just or not, the winner was the Southern Kingdom.

Not only did he destroy countries, he was also keen on massacring cities, especially those small countries that he once hated.

Wherever the iron hooves of the Southern Kingdom reach, most of the people are devastated and all life is wiped out.

In the past, although the southern country was strong, it was far from enough to conquer the small neighboring countries within three years, and it did such a great job.

But with Ziweixing's blessing, Yelu Nanzhi's ambition has expanded to the point where he wants to annex Xiqin and directly unify Qindi within two years.

Qin Zhao once persuaded his subordinates to be merciful, at least to let go of the innocent people who surrendered and offered to be friendly, but Yelu Nanzhi turned a deaf ear to him, and he was red-eyed.

After getting Ming Feiqing, all the things he dared to think but dared not do before were realized. He killed the officials and veterans who opposed him, and executed wave after wave of prisoners of war by cruel means.

While everything was going surprisingly smoothly, he planned to take Ming Feiqing as his own.

The maid poured some medicine into the wine, and Ming Feiqing fell on the bed, conscious and weak.

Yelu Nanzhi stroked his skin, his eyes gleamed with desire: "Huai Ziyu, that stupid bastard, got you but didn't know how to make the most of it."

Ming Feiqing's hand reached into the quilt with difficulty, and touched the scissors that he was going to use to commit suicide.

When Yelu Nanzhi made an inch of progress, he tried his best to stab the scissors towards his neck.

The blood instantly stained the bedding red.

Yelu Nanzhi didn't dare to let him die, he put away his greedy face, called the imperial physician, and rescued Ming Feiqing from the gate of hell.

After that, he forced him several times, and Ming Feiqing fought with death several times.

Yelu Nanzhi had no choice but to change his method. He started to say nice words.

"Gu can make you the queen, even if Qin and the land cannot be unified, you are still the queen of a powerful country, isn't it a hundred times better than following Huaijin that trash?"

"A Jin will not kill innocent people indiscriminately, and will not treat me as a tool for killing people. You are not worthy to compare with him!"

Yelu Nanzhi raised his hand and grabbed his neck, preventing him from saying these unpleasant words.

Ming Feiqing refused to let him touch him to death, so Yelu Nanzhi had to change his method.

He stopped going to his own harem and began to be fascinated by a man.

He asked the painters in the palace to draw dozens of paintings in Ming Feiqing's appearance, and hung them in his bedroom to admire them every day. He even cut off a lock of Ming Feiqing's hair and wrapped them with red thread Tie it up and keep it by your side, and put it in your nose to sniff lightly from time to time.

He can't get Ming Feiqing's body and mind, but he can keep him by his side for the rest of his life.

But soon, things began to go wrong in the southern country.

First, there were frequent natural disasters, the famine almost spread to the imperial city, and then the border chaos. Those subjugated people risked their lives, burned, killed, looted and retaliated against the people of the southern kingdom, causing restlessness and complaints in the southern kingdom. The plague lost [-] elites.

It was as if the heavens were punishing Yelu Nanzhi for his insensitivity.

In the third year, Xiqin came and killed him, led by Huai Ziyu.

Yelu Nanzhi never regarded this unremarkable prince as an opponent, but he was tricked and defeated several times in that battle, and even if he won a few times, he paid a very painful price.

The good luck brought to him by Ziweixing was exhausted in just three years, and it was God who was punishing the entire Southern Kingdom.

Qin Zhao was aware of this terrible trend and advised Yelu Nanzhi to either kill Ming Feiqing or let him go quickly.

He is not from the southern country, if he stays, it will definitely bring more disasters and misfortunes.

On the night when the truce was decided, Yelu Nanzhi put the knife on Ming Feiqing's neck.

Ming Feiqing listened to the battle song of Xiqin outside, and closed his eyes peacefully.

As long as he knows that Ah Jin is getting stronger and better, he is already content.

He is dying at this moment.

Seeing his calmness, Yelu Nanzhi felt hatred instead. He did not kill Ming Feiqing.

It was only through the clothes that there were bruises on Ming Feiqing's body that caused people to guess and misunderstand.

"Gu is very curious, how Huai Ziyu would love Ming Feiqing who is completely innocent."

On the day of the armistice, there was a heavy snowfall. Yelu Nanzhi tore Ming Feiqing's clothes with his own hands, hung him outside the city tower, and finally asked the soldiers to draw the obscene words and erotic songs composed by the folks of the Southern Kingdom in the past three years. Into a book, along with the wind and snow, it was scattered towards Xiqin's army.

It was the bone-chilling cold and humiliation, and Ming Feiqing would never forget it until his death.