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    My name is: Qiyan Agula, I am the first child of Sukhbalu, the Khan of the Beijing Kingdom, and my mother is from the Wei Kingdom.  My father was once taken in by the family of the homeless prince Xing¡¯s grandfather, and he got to know my mother through this.  On the eve of his marriage to his mother, his father Khan was found by the prairie warriors. He took over the precarious plow tribe from his dying grandfather and led the plow tribe warriors to clear out a piece of the sky. Before his death, his grandfather entrusted the clan's major affairs to Liu.  The joint assistance of the three clan chiefs also caused my father Khan to be hampered in every way after he inherited the throne. Even appointing his pregnant mother as a khadun was very difficult. The six veterans made an agreement with my father Khan. If my mother gave birth to a child,  If they can give birth to a prince, they will no longer object.

    The folk customs in the village where the mother lives are closed, and the father suddenly left on the eve of their wedding, causing the two old people to suffer from rumors and die in depression.

    A few years later, Father Khan welcomed my mother back as promised. They were a couple in need. Naturally, Father Khan could not have wronged my mother. So on the day I was born, Father Khan announced my identity as a prince and stabbed me on the chest.  The wolf king totem can only be owned by royal men

    Since I can remember, I have always felt that there is always an emotion in my mother's eyes that I cannot understand, and the mother's whisper that I hear the most is: "This baby must be a son"

    When I was young and ignorant, I only wanted my mother to be happy, and I also looked forward to the arrival of my younger brother. It wasn¡¯t until I looked back many years later that I realized There was love and guilt in my mother¡¯s eyes, and what she was looking forward to was not just a child.  A real son who can restore me to my status as a daughter as soon as possible.

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    Qi Yan¡¯s voice was very soft, speaking in extremely standard Weiguo Mandarin, and with a pearly voice, she calmly recounted the saddest past events.

    She originally thought that she would never have the chance to talk about the past with anyone in detail in her life. These past events rotted away in her heart bit by bit over time, unable to heal or disappear, and would bleed when touched.

    But today, Qi Yan sat across from the daughter of her enemy and opened up these wounds without reservation. Her heart ached with unprecedented relief.

    Nangong Jingnu's tears stopped, and there were still two wet tear stains on her cheeks. Her eyes were a little blurred, and the focus of her pupils did not know where to stop. There was no movement except the ups and downs of breathing, and she was as stiff as a statue.  statue.

    Qi Yan exhaled the turbid air in her chest and continued: "When I was three years old, the second child of the Zhangli royal family was born amidst great expectations. Although it did not go as my mother wished, I was happy until eight years old.  The age has never stopped. When I was a child, every time before I went out to play with Anda and other children of the same age, my mother would pull me aside and tell me: "You are not allowed to take off your clothes, you are not allowed to have physical contact with boys, you are not allowed to bathe in the river, and you are not allowed to take a bath."  You are not allowed to relieve yourself outside the royal tent' So although I have an Anda who is better than a real brother, I am not happy in my heart. The boys of the same race also don't like me. My alienation makes them think that I am holding on to my status as a prince.  , for which Anda suffered a lot of grievances by accompanying me. The birth of my sister made everything different. I looked at my little pink dumpling-like sister, and she was like a gift given to me by God I vowed to protect her for the rest of my life.  She. Just as I thought, the first person my sister could call was 'brother'. Ever since she could walk, she would stick to me all the time. Even if she fell she would not cry. Every day, I talk to men of the same race.  The children let their horses go back to the camp, and the first person to greet me was also my sister. When I was eight years old, I had a conflict with a boy who was seven years older than me in the family of an auxiliary elder because of the ownership of a wolf. Anda and I were killed by them.  He was pushed to the ground and beaten while other boys were watching. Only my five-year-old sister picked up a stone and smashed the boy's head"

    Qi Yan's expression was sad but soft, and she whispered: "Obviously I should be the one to protect my sister"

    Qi Yan: "When I was eight years old, my father Khan was already the recognized king of the grassland tribes. The Tuba tribe, the former sworn enemy of the plow tribe, was driven to the banks of the Luochuan River by my father Khan and his army. A few months later, the annual grassland festival  At the grand ceremony, Nagus Erihe, the Khan of the Tuba tribe, brought Princess Jiya, the pearl of the prairie, to the Zhangli tribe. In order to ease the relationship between the two tribes, Erihe begged his father Khan to marry the Tuba tribe. On the grassland  Except for my father, all the Khan kings look down on the Southerners. Although I am half of the Southern Wei bloodline, I still have a certain reputation on the grassland because of my natural ability to communicate with horses. Erihe hopes that her youngest son  My daughter stayed with me as a hostage and raised me until she was thirteen years old before marrying me. Just because I was a woman My father Khan refused Erihe's request, and the warriors of the two tribes almost started fighting on the spot. Later, when I was in exile,  In 2007, the warrior uncle who escorted me told me that my father Khan¡¯s public rejection of the daughter sacrifice of King Tuba Khan for peace was tantamount to a declaration of war. Erihe knew that Tuba tribe was not the opponent of the Plow tribe, so he colluded with Wei State, and in the same year  In the winterthe plow bearer died."

    Qi Yan supported the table and pressed his temples with both palms.Arrive at the palace.

    Seeing that there was no response from the palace, Nangong Shunu opened the door and walked in.

    Fanxing: "Your Highness Zhuohua!"

    Nangong Shunu: "You all should step down. I will explain your Majesty's side and I won't blame you."

    Fanxing: "Yes"

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    Today¡¯s update is here, and I¡¯m not satisfied with you all. I suddenly came over at 12 o¡¯clock last night and wrote until 6 o¡¯clock this morning. I slept until 10:30 and woke up and wrote until now. Although the word count is a bit short, I am basically satisfied.

    It will be better if this chapter is read together with 13.14.15.16. In addition, don¡¯t worry about Nangong Jingnu¡¯s reaction. Isn¡¯t this matter not finished yet?  I have written down everything Qi Yan has done over the years in a small notebook, and I have written it all out to her in the past few days.

    Nangong Jingnu doesn¡¯t know the main event yet, so she just doesn¡¯t want to accept it and doesn¡¯t know how to solve and face it. It will be fine later~

    Dip the small leather whip into cold water and arrange.

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    Thank you to the little angels who threw [bazooka]: 1 student from the Youth League;

    Thank you to the little angels who threw [grenade]: 2 Yamamoto Wuyou; 1 wsome, Nini¡¯s Heizi, Qing Huan, Cang Mo, and Uh-huh;

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