"President Qingli, welcome back." Mo Xiaojing sheathed her sword and bowed to Xi Che.
Xi Che didn't mind taking Mo Xiaojing up and down the stairs. He turned around to face everyone present and laughed loudly: "I haven't seen you for four years. Who will still remember me when I return to my old place?"
Who would remember the president from four years ago? Of course he is an old man with four years of history.
for example.
"Oh my god." Senior Zhou Yan covered his face on the stage: "Hey Qingli, what should I do with the two meals you owed me when you just left last time?"
In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli's reign, he smiled on the stage and said, "I will definitely invite you. When have I ever owed a favor to my senior?"
"It's not that I owed it once, it's that I owe it all the time." Zhou Xuan was unceremonious. "You probably haven't returned the three golden leaf clovers you borrowed from me before I left."
In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, he patted his head and said, "Isn't that true?"
Zhou Yan couldn't hold back and rushed forward: "You still want to default on your debt!"
Qi Xia smiled at the side and stopped the angry senior: "Well, senior, do you know who he is?"
"Isn't he the president? I knew how many times he slept and woke up in the same dormitory back then." Zhou Xing didn't care. "He is still a romantic seed. I don't know how many beauties in the whole college have been taken advantage of by him. In the end, he patted their butts and ran away."
Qi Xia was very interested: "I think you haven't understood who he is yet, senior."
Then Qi Xia said something.
Zhou Yan was as silent as a cicada: "No."
In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, he smiled on the stage: "We will talk about the debt later, and we will talk about it later."
At this moment, the whole place was already in an uproar. There were definitely not a few people who knew him like Zhou Xuan. After all, Xi Che served as the chairman of the Student Government Association in his first year at the school. Such an unprecedented feat has not been surpassed by anyone yet. During this period, Xi Che was very successful. Junyi is not inferior to Mo Xiaojing today. I don’t know how many people have been saddened by the sudden departure of the former president. Now they can’t help but feel surprised and happy to see each other again, even those who didn’t know the former president. When people saw Xi Che's handsome face after taking off his mask, and listened to the seniors describing the president's various achievements, they couldn't help but be fascinated by him, and their favorable impression of the president greatly increased.
After all, few people can see that the two presidents can stand together.
As for the other identity of this spring in the fourth year of Qingli.
How many people can see an emperor from a foreign country with their own eyes?
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On the east side of Ye Ye College, by Broken Star Lake
In that unspeakable chaos, Ye Qing left there alone, without even telling Ge Sheng, and quietly came to the edge of the lake.
He didn't do anything, just stared at the lake in a daze.
"We haven't seen each other for half a year. I thought you would have a better way to reunite."
A voice sounded quietly, Xi Che leaned lazily on the rock: "Ninth Princess is well."
Ye Qing didn't look back and spoke coldly, his voice was like ice floating on the water, light and cold:
"I don't know whether I should call you Your Majesty or Uncle."
Xiche smiled: "Can you give me a better title? For example, brother Xiche?"
Ye Qing turned around, with an extremely complicated light in his eyes: "Why."
'To a man who nearly killed my family?'
"To a man who is threatening my country?"
"To a devil."
"To a cold-blooded butcher."
Ye Qing bit his lip and almost drew blood as he spoke word by word.
"I admit that I once liked you very much. But that was only once."
"I ask you to stay out of my sight, otherwise, I will try to kill you."
"I know you are very strong now, so strong that no one can contain you except the Saint."
Ye Qing looked at the foreign emperor: "But I will still choose to try."
Xiche smiled, with indescribable relief in his smile: "I have always liked your strength, just like a thorny rose in the wind, beautiful and tough. If you are willing, I can even wait for you to grow up. Then I will personally put a golden crown on you and make you my unique queen."
"By then, our empire will be stronger than ever."
Then the young emperor whispered, his voice like the devil's whisper: "You always want to protect everyone, but you forget that some people don't need your protection at all, and some people will destroy what you want." Something to protect.”
"The world does not revolve around you, and you are not a god."
"All you can do is make some changes in the rules of this world, and don't try to change these rules."
Ye Qing replied in a low voice: "Maybe what you said is right. But I don't intend to do what you said."
"I will try my best to obtain the power of protection. In this world, I may get a bloody head and bruises all over my body."
"But as long as I still firmly believe that it is correct, I will do so until death."
Xiche laughed, the laughter was hearty and clear: "He is really the child in my impression. He is so proud and stubborn that people can't put it down."
"What you said just now are all jokes. It seems that you already have a deep prejudice against me. I always thought that I was still the same as I was half a year ago. I could drink to my heart's content anytime, anywhere, or sleep on a horse and let the horse take me. Wandering around the world, I have always been me, and it will not change because of whether I am an emperor or not."
Ye Qing turned back, his eyes were cold and his words were calm: "After you returned home half a year ago, you openly assassinated your uncle, your father's younger brother, in the imperial city, and then massacred the entire imperial city. The blood that night flowed throughout the palace. All who obeyed you died there."
"In the subsequent civil war that almost split the entire country because the emperor was killed by the rebellious you, you successively defeated all the brothers who dared to rise up against you, and poured their hot blood under your throne of thorns, even if They cry and beg for mercy in front of you."
"Around me, you are described as a tyrant who kills brothers and relatives, killing innocent people indiscriminately. In order to support your high war expenses, you tripled the taxes, and then openly used the official titles that symbolized national power. You use official business to plunder money, your heavily armored black cavalry trampled through countless ancient cities, and you indulge in plundering, so that not a single blade of grass can grow due to the armor."
"What reason do I have to trust you, dear Emperor Ste."
The words spoken by this twelve-year-old girl were quiet and cold. At this time, she was talking to him as a princess, not the girl who once cried in pain because of the conflict with Ge Sheng in his arms.
Nothing she said could be questioned as to its authenticity, because her information channels were directly linked to the Lanye Empire's intelligence network.
So Xiche's answer was calm and indifferent: "I don't know how I want you to clarify some facts, and I don't know how much you will believe me. I'm not even sure how true what I want to tell you is."
"So, please let me tell you something I won't lie about."
"Do you want to listen? My dear Princess."
