But I don’t know that everything changes, people will change, and my heart will change.

It just became too unrecognizable, far from her tolerance.

Yan Qingyu listened to Zhang Xin's drunken words and probably guessed what happened to her back then. When Zhang Xin was in a low point, Yan Ruoyi helped her, and since then she was concerned about her.

Until she grew up, she realized that her personality was still a man, exactly the same as that of a man. Even though she knew it was not possible, she still cared about the little girl who comforted her back then.

This may not be love.

"I gave her all my heart, knowing whether her choice was wrong or I went against my conscience and helped her deal with you. I was so kind to her, so what else would I not be satisfied with?"

"Bitch, I'm so fucking cheap!"

Zhang Xin sat on the ground and lay on the jar of wine, constantly swearing and crying. Only in this way could she vent the pain deep in her heart.

Zhang Xin reached out and held Yan Qingyu's hand in drunken eyes, crying, "You said, for her, I don't even plan to ask for the position of Rong Xinhou, why should she treat me like this?"

"Why do you want to hug me if you don't like me? Why do you want to hug me if you can't accept my love? Why do you want to kiss me actively? Hug me?"

"Why didn't you reject me from the beginning?"

Yan Qingyu drank a glass of fruit wine lightly, "Because she just wants to use you!"

Because I just want to use you, I don’t like you, and I still throw myself into my arms and hug you. I can’t accept your love, and I will still take the initiative to kiss you and hug you. Even if I feel disgusted, I will not refuse. It’s just because of using it.

Yan Qingyu looked at Zhang Xin and thought of herself in her previous life. She gave her heart to Ye Cang and got a sentence that was just Yan Qingyue he loved.

Why are there thousands of people?

Until he saw Zhang Xin in pain, Yan Qingyu suddenly understood, why one hundred? One thousand? Why all the answers are only one: just use you.

"Use? Haha...Use me? If I don't give me that knife, I will be willing to be used by her until death. It's so stupid! I can't wait for the prince's love for such a little time. I can't wait to insert the dagger into my heart and wake me up from my dream."

Zhang Xin was drunk.

Not drunk either!

"I am not that easy to use. Don't I want to climb onto the prince's bed? Don't I want to become the queen? Don't think about it!" A thick darkness appeared in Zhang Xin's eyes. After venting, there was a strong hatred. Once love did not exist.

Then there is only hatred.

Zhang Xin walked staggeringly to Yan Qingyu, knelt in front of her on both knees, and looked up: "I have a bad mind. I can only kill enemies and not make people live worse than death. How can I make people live worse than death?"

"Why ask me?" Yan Qingyu kept sitting, leaning against the pillar, smiling rare.

"Because Yan Hongmei disappeared, Yan Hongyu married my cousin, the sixth prince who was sexually abused. An Qingrou was criticized for raising her husband... They have bullied you, but they ended up miserably. I can only kill people, and I will kill them with one knife, but I don't want her to die!" Zhang Xin knelt in front of Yan Qingyu, with drunken eyes, but she was particularly sober.

Yan Qingyu stretched out her hand.

Zhang Xin put her hand in her palm.

Yan Qingyu's eyes looked extremely evil under the night lights. She held Zhang Xin's hand and turned her head, "I need a general who can lead the army. I can win invincible and defeat everything. For example, Rong Xinhou is very suitable."

"But Rong Xinhou is dead." The military power has fallen into the hands of the prince.

She is a dead person, and even if she is alive, His Majesty will not return the military power to her.

"Rong Xinhou is indeed dead." Yan Qingyu smiled in extreme danger. She waved her hand, and the secret guard Alang walked out of the secret, holding a set of black dress and black armor in his hand. Yan Qingyu handed it to Zhang Xin.

“Switch on this outfit.”

Zhang Xin doesn't understand.

Yan Qingyu reached out and patted her face, "I remember you are not drunk for a thousand cups, so you are very sober now. Then you can listen carefully to our transactions. First, go and change this set of clothes first!"

Zhang Xin nodded, walked to one side and changed into a black robe, a woman's long skirt, and a black soft armor on her upper body. Zhang Xin changed into it and walked out, Yan Qingyu looked up.

Zhang Xin is tall, has a slender waist, a black long skirt and black soft armor, making her slender figure look particularly mysterious.

Yan Qingyu looked at her with satisfaction and waved to her.

Zhang Xin walked over.

Then he knelt in front of Yan Qingyu on one knee. Yan Qingyu took off the man's jade crown on her head, and the length of her waist spread out in an instant, covering her shoulders like a waterfall. He took a black jade crown decorated with a black ribbon from Alang, hooked Zhang Xin's silk with both hands and tied it high above her head, and fixed all her silk with the black jade crown, and gently fluttered like a ponytail.

Then she took a piece of black cotton cloth that was ten feet long and wrapped around her neck, covering Zhang Xin's chin, mouth, and a small face.

"What kind of weapon do you like to use when killing enemies on the battlefield?" Yan Qingyu asked suddenly.

Zhang Xin didn't understand why, and replied: "The leaders often ride horses, and long spears are the most suitable, so I often use long spears to kill the enemy!"

Yan Qingyu's eyes lit up.

Ziyu walked out of the secret with Feiyu in his arms and threw something directly at Zhang Xin. Zhang Xin hurriedly took it and saw that it was a silver spear.

The spear was snow-white all over, the tip of the spear was made of pure steel, and it was hung with red tassels.

Zhang Xin subconsciously waved her hand a few times, her eyes lit up.

This silver spear is covered with traces of war. I can't imagine that this silver spear has experienced countless wars but is still intact. The blood stained with it has already made the silver spear intelligent.

She could feel that the silver spear had a master, and that master was the person recognized by the silver spear.

"Do you like it?" Yan Qingyu asked softly.

"Although I like it, it's obvious that this silver spear has a master! It's not a gentleman to win people's favor!" Zhang Xin said bluntly.

Yan Qingyu stood up. She and Zhang Xin had a certain height difference. She looked up at Zhang Xin's black ink silver spear in her hand, and looked back at Chi Shu and Alang: "How?"

Alang: "Extremely similar!"

Ziyu, non-fish: "General!"

Yan Qingyu smiled with great satisfaction.

He reached out and touched Zhang Xin's face lightly. Through Zhang Xin's face, she seemed to see her former self. How similar!

When I saw Rong Xinhou, I didn’t feel it. I suddenly appeared when I knew Rong Xinhou was a woman. This Zhang Xin was damn similar to her body in her previous life.

"From now on, you are not the witch Yan Qingyu!" Yan Qingyu smiled.

Zhang Xin was turned on.

The silver spear in her hand immediately released, and she subconsciously retreated, "What were you just talking about?"

"Black-clothed ink, silver spear and angry horse, you are the witch Yan Qingyu!" Yan Qingyu repeated with a smile.

"No...I'm not!" Zhang Xin shook her head vigorously. In this world, no one doesn't know about the witch Yan Qingyu. She is the first to fight on the battlefield as a woman, and she is also the person she admires the most.

She is also a woman, but she dares not tell the world that she is a woman.

But the witch is different. The witch's military achievements and prestige are the royal family. The people support and praise her. The royal family fears her and gives her the name of the witch.

She is actually the real female player.

"From now on, you are. But you are too heroic. Although the witch kills countless people, she is still as feminine as a woman. You will follow me into the palace in the next few months!"

"Wait, I didn't agree to you, let alone let me pretend to be a witch. I can't agree to this matter!" Zhang Xin immediately refused.

"I will teach you a move that makes people live a life worse than death, just learn it by my side!" Yan Qingyu slowly seduced her.

"I don't agree with pretending to be a witch, I will never agree!" Zhang Xin has her own persistence. She defiled the glory of the soldiers in her heart, and the witch is the last trace of faith in her heart.

Yan Qingyu slowly picked up the silver spear on the ground and drew a curve in the air. The spear pointed at Zhang Xin's throat. The breath changed drastically in an instant. It was like a real battlefield with countless evil spirits and heroic spirits on her body. When she met on a narrow road, she pointed her spear at the enemy's throat.

"Is that so? That's a pity. It seems that it was saved in vain!" Yan Qingyu sighed heavily.

Zhang Xin closed her eyes and did not resist.

She owes human life, she pays it back!

Yan Qingyu's spear in her hand pressed against Zhang Xin's throat for a long time, but did not stab in. She was surprised by her persistence and moved, and finally she threw off the silver spear, "Ziyu is not a fish, let her go to see Baijiu!"

"yes!"

Zhang Xin was stunned.

White Dove? Zizi? Not fish?

The magical military advisor Bai Jiu? The puppet master Ziyu?

etc!

Witch Yan Qingyu... Prime Minister Seven Girl Yan Qingyu... No, no... There is no such coincidence in the world. The two of them will not be the same person, then...

Ziyu took Zhang Xin to Baijiu's place. Baijiu didn't know what he said to Zhang Xin. When he saw Zhang Xin again, Zhang Xin bowed to her in a regular manner.

What is revealed in the eyes is a very dazzling luster.

Yan Qingyu glanced at it, "I'll do it myself. Now you are the fourth prince's favorite concubine, Mrs. Xin!"

Zhang Xin's face turned pale, "No..."

"The Fourth Prince knows your identity, but others don't know. How to survive depends on your ability. Taking advantage of this time, you can learn how to be more like a witch, wash away all your heroic spirit, and hope you can act more like her!"

Zhang Xin's face darkened and she bent down seriously, "I... try my best!"

When Yan Qingyu was about to leave, Zhang Xin took a step forward and asked subconsciously, "You... are really..."

"Is Bai Jiu uncle unclear?" Yan Qingyu asked coldly and patted her on the shoulder: "I will arrange your family. Remember, Rong Xinhou died and was pierced by a sword!"

Zhang Xin understood that from now on, her life will no longer belong to Mosang Kingdom, because from now on, she will be the shadow of the witch and the substitute of the witch.

This is the debt she has to pay, and this is the price she will pay.
To be continued...