Quick Travel: Card Destroyer

Modern times, at the beginning of the year 1101 in the Cang calendar, at : pm, inside the "XIX Cafe".

Han Wenxin pulled himself away from the complicated astrology chart and stretched.

She heard her stomach sing an empty meal plan, so she took out her newly unlocked mobile phone and scanned the QR code to order food, and ordered a honey-glazed beef rice bowl.

When I got back from the meal, I saw that Ning Qiumai had also ordered honey-glazed beef rice bowl. His eating movements were not rude, but there was always a wild flavor.

"Luo Shui, aren't you going to eat yet?"

Zhou Luoshui is still immersed in the wonderful world of dramas, as if he has no idea about the passage of time.

Ning Qiumai also advised: "Hurry up and have something to eat. Didn't you say you have to go to Xilai Square to watch the fireworks at night?"

Today happened to be the victory celebration. Although the real victory was in midsummer, not long after New Hillai was established, Mrs. Ou Feiyan, who was in power at the time, stubbornly set the date at the beginning of the year.

"Yeah, wait until this episode is finished." Zhou Luoshui responded perfunctorily.

By the time Zhou Luoshui finished reading and quickly finished the fast food prepared in his backpack, the other two people were already ready to go.

Ning Qiumai narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Let's go and see the fireworks for the victory celebration."

Hilley Square.

The huge square was crowded with people at the moment. Many people were holding "guns and cannons" in their hands. They were bound to record the most beautiful moments of the celebration and post them on major social media.

Originally, Ning Qiumai had the mentality of "Professional photographers can take pictures anyway, just save two of them" and didn't plan to come to observe in person, but the two good roommates held up their mobile phones and clicked photos, looking ecstatic The look in his face told her that there was a huge difference between the fireworks taken by hand and the beautiful pictures edited by professional photographers.

Although the photos you take may not look good, and the visual effects are far inferior to those carefully adjusted by professionals, they are happy moments captured by your own hands.

How can happiness be obtained by just saving two pictures on the internet?

"My own happiness...?" Ning Qiumai thought thoughtfully.

Then he took out an old mobile phone, turned on the rear camera, and found the right position before the fireworks soared into the sky, preparing to capture the moment when the fireworks were scattered in all directions.

"Click."

...She clicked the shutter button.
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In the 26th year of Cangli, Calliope Sanatorium.

The newly built nursing home looked very clean, and not long after all the facilities were completed, the first resident was welcomed.

A woman who has nothing to do with magic has a short life span. The twenty-six years of political career after the start of the new calendar have almost hollowed out her body. Now she is lying on the rocking chair lazily basking in the sun, as if she is only an empty shell without a soul.

"Madam, as promised, I'm here to see you." There were three unhurried knocks on the door, and the door to the room opened quietly.

Ou Feiyan's hearing is not very good, but as soon as the other party said "promise", she knew who it was.

The young woman found Ou Feiyan sunbathing on the balcony. The old man pointed withered fingers at a row of stools in the living room and said, "Sit anywhere and chat with me."

"I will stay with you until you pass away." The young man carried a stool and sat down next to Ou Feiyan. The bright sunshine hit her hair, revealing a dark blue luster.

A pair of lifeless dark eyes, as clear as a mirror, made Ou Feiyan look even more rotten.

But the old man had no complaints about this.

After all, humans and immortal species are different, and humans themselves will also have differences in lifespan depending on whether they practice magic or not.

For example, Cheng Manqing, the most powerful human magician today, has reached the highest level of magicians - the level of Grand Mage, and has a theoretical lifespan of more than five hundred years.

And Ou Feiyan herself was just an ordinary woman who once married into the royal family of the Xi Lai Empire. She only had contact with political affairs and family affairs. She knew nothing about magic, and her life span was only at the level of a normal human being.

The old man's cloudy eyes met those beautiful dark eyes, trying to see something from them.

She succeeded.

She saw those eyes filled with compassion.

"Why are you sad for me?" Ou Feiyan wriggled her lips bitterly, "I am just an old antique that is about to rot, an old antique that is not worth mentioning. An old antique that will never forget her husband even when she is about to die."

Fu Cangzhao gently held one of her hands, conveying the warmth of life to the body that was still young after thousands of years: "You said that your husband was very good to you, but after his death, you were only a busy empty shell. It was we who forcibly pushed you out and became the temporary leader of New Xilai." Ou Feiyan smiled and curled her fingers slightly in Fu Cangzhao's palm.

"Madam, the other side of busyness is fulfillment." Fu Cangzhao lowered his eyes and lowered his voice.

Is it fulfilling?

Maybe, Ou Feiyan thought.

When she first stepped into the palace, she probably imagined the day when she and her husband would rule the country together, but she soon discovered that she was wrong.

She underestimated the complexity of various affairs in an empire and overestimated her own abilities.

Really unable to take care of both her family and career, she could only step back from her husband and concentrate on taking care of the family.

At that time, she never thought that one day the person sitting in that seat could be herself.

Until one day twenty-six years ago, people from the Xixters organization pulled her out of the room, took her to Hilley Square, and brought her to the many young girls who had gathered there at an unknown time, and loudly announced their victory.

Ou Feiyan became the first interim president of New Hillay in a daze.

Her family was torn apart because of the Xixters, and the new world had just been built, and all kinds of documents were flying everywhere, leaving her with nothing in her mind except dealing with government affairs.

After twenty-six years of this, she has dealt with some issues left over from history, and she thinks she has done pretty well.

"You may be angry if I say it. Even today, I still love my husband," Ou Feiyan said with half-closed eyes, "I loved him, but you killed him and handed the Xilai Empire into my hands. , it sounds like..."

Just like her husband personally passed the Crown of Hilai to her representing the throne.

"So, even if it's just out of deep love for your late husband, you will govern this country well." Fu Cangzhao answered with a smile.

Ou Feiyan let out an inaudible sneer, and then said: "You really understand me."

"At least judging from the results, you have become an outstanding female politician." Fu Cangzhao's eyes were as calm as water.

Back then, Xixters saw that Ou Feiyan valued the inheritance of the imperial bloodline more than love, so he felt confident in supporting her to ascend to the throne.

For this kind of people, as long as the blood of Xi Lai is still passed down, no matter how many names the country changes, it will still be the Xi Lai Empire.

"Madam, I promise you," Fu Cangzhao gently stroked the back of Ou Feiyan's skinny hand and solemnly promised, "history books will portray you as an ambitious politician and a righteous man who kills relatives instead of loving his late husband. The virtuous queen of foundation.”

History can lie.

so what?

As long as the result is this, that's fine.

Maybe after thousands of years, someone will be unable to help but reveal the truth, but by that time, people probably won’t care about the details anymore.

After all, judging from the results, Ou Feiyan did manage the new Xilai in an orderly manner after the decisive battle.

……

The old man fell into eternal sleep, and the dark blue-haired immortal quietly left.

On the last night of her life, Ou Feiyan seemed to dream about her long-dead husband and the last emperor of the Xi Lai Empire.

And she turned back into the poor queen who was pushed out of the market twenty-six years ago, holding up the heavy skirt and trying to catch up with the man.

"My dear, have I done a good job?" the queen asked eagerly, "Do you think I have managed your Helay Empire well?"

Even though the man in front of her would never look back for her, she was still running on the glorious road to power.

Gradually, the heavy dress faded away and turned into light yet dignified trousers, and Ou Feiyan's steps became lighter and lighter.

In the 26th year of the Cangli era, Ou Feiyan, the first interim president of New Hillay, passed away suddenly in the Calliope Sanatorium.

"History lies."