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"Your Majesty!"

Liuyun and Jinghao turned around and saw clearly, and couldn't help but be surprised. Unlike Jinghao who was yelling, Liuyun still bowed in a very polite manner, "I have met Crown Prince Murong."

"You don't need to be restrained in front of me. I have said it so many times, but Liuyun has never listened to you once. You are quiet and obedient, remember it firmly, and never adhere to unnecessary etiquette." As he said this, the man's eyes changed.

Glancing towards Ling Zihan, her purple-gray eyes were like amethyst covered with a thin layer of smoke, covering up the deep truth and making it even more mysterious. "Bi Yan said goodbye. I haven't seen my sister for several months. How is my sister?"

The man's smile is extremely dazzling, especially in the sun. It seems to blend with the dazzling light and is particularly conspicuous. But he is wearing black clothes, and even the jade pendant on his waist is ink, but it does not make him look like one.

People feel depressed, but there is an unfathomable mystery that attracts everyone's attention.

Ling Zihan stepped forward, slowly raised her hand, and just when she was about to get close to his face, the man took three steps back as if he had been frightened, and said with a frightened look: "Hey, tell me what you have to say.

, don’t do anything!”

The hand hanging in the air shook slightly. Ling Zihan rolled her eyes at him, put down her hand and snorted coldly, "I just want to see if your beard is real or fake."

"Of course it's true. I lost you in a bet last time, so I kept it." After saying that, he reached out and touched the two mustaches on his lips, boasting his charm as a mature man.

"Really?" Ling Zihan smiled gracefully and dignifiedly, slowly approaching, but suddenly raised her hand, and quickly took off his mustache, held it between her fingers and shook it, as if to demonstrate. She slightly narrowed her eyes.

, looked at the deeply contoured face in front of him, and scanned it up and down, "Murong Minyou, you, the majestic Prince of Northern Yan, why are you here? You can't come here to get married!"

"Me?" Murong Minyou pointed back at himself in a funny way, puffed out his chest, and smiled calmly, "I'm here to tell my sister's fortune. Come on, please give me a fortune!" As he said this, he handed over the fortune holder in his hand.

, and pointed to the Crooked Neck Tree not far from the side hall. There is a stall under the tree, with a Bagua picture hanging on the left and a message on the right - Ask the Half-Immortal about the Marriage of Three Lives.

Ling Zihan was stunned for a moment, and said with a bit of laughter: "Are you still half-immortal? Wearing Taoist clothes and setting up a stall in a Buddhist temple to count your marriage? Oh, you are too weird, you are not afraid of being beaten out!"

"Humph, they dare. I am the honored guest invited by your Western Emperor. I just finished watching their sacrifices and felt bored so I went out to stroll around." Murong Ming looked at him quietly with a flirtatious look on his brows and eyes.

The woman who looked sideways glanced at him and said, "What do you think, is my brother more handsome, or is your senior brother more handsome?"

This man who is eagerly waiting for the answer and wants a few words of praise from Ling Zihan. He seems to be handsome, slightly narcissistic and has a weird personality. In fact, he is the heir to the Northern Yan royal family and the second son of King Yan, who is also Ling Zihan.

Han's old acquaintance. He was in poor health when he was young, and was sent to the Tianshan Taoist Temple for foster care by King Beiyan, where he became a registered disciple.

A few years ago, by chance, Ling Zihan was promoted from junior sister to this guy's adopted sister. However, every time she thinks about it, Ling Zihan regrets why she didn't give him a hard blow back then!

"If it doesn't look good again, I'll let you try my newly developed fragrant powder and keep it to cure all your problems." Ling Zihan didn't answer his boring question. She dusted her sleeves as if carelessly, but her eyes flickered.

He didn't stare at him for a moment, he was as evil as ever.

Murong Ming's eyes trembled slightly, remembering her strange perfumes, and he quickly opened the folding fan and held it in front of him, revealing only a pair of eyes staring at her up and down. His eyes were deep and unpredictable, but with a hint of amusement!

Their eyes met, and the atmosphere between the two became more and more strange, as if the air was gradually thickening due to their silence, until Murong Minyou broke the awkward silence with a voice, "Take a step to speak."

Ling Zihan blinked in acquiescence, and at the same time reached out to take the lottery tube in his hand, randomly pulled out a lottery, handed it back to him, and said as naturally as if she was asking for a lottery: "Look at the 'Half Immortal' helping this lady."

Look at the meaning of this sign."

"It's easy, miss, come with me." Murong Min glanced at the signature with a sly look, and led Ling Zihan towards the empty space where he set up his stall, making all the preparations.

Fortunately, they stayed far away from people before and did not attract any attention.

After walking tens of meters away, Ling Zihan lowered her voice and suddenly asked: "Did something happen to Beiyan?"

"Beiyan is fine, don't worry. It was just a coincidence that I met your people on the way to Beijing and wanted to fight for another young man with the other three parties." After a pause, Murong Minyou looked at Ling Zihan clearly.

Seeing the surprise and sadness flashing through her eyes, I could see that she should be very concerned about this matter, so I stopped trying to make excuses and quickly added, "Don't worry, the young man is fine. I took him away during the chaos."

.It wasn’t until later, when your people caught up with me and told me the whole story, that I realized that you had fallen into a tiger’s den as soon as you returned to Beijing.”

Ling Zihan breathed a sigh of relief and patted his arm gently, "Thank you, you saved my brother's life. Where is he now?"

"While we are still on the road, I have left someone with you to protect me. I am here to tell you, just to make you feel at ease." After pondering, Murong Minyou touched his chin and fell into deep thought. After a moment, he said hesitantly: "

In fact, I have never been able to figure out who you are guilty of and why so many people want you to die!"

Ling Zihan shook her head. She couldn't answer until she was sure of the answer. But then she thought, why would the three parties come to snatch Ling Qingbo? Apart from the Su family, could anyone else want to kill Qingbo! Who could it be?

Woolen cloth?

"Forget it, don't think about it, you should have a good time during the festival today!" Interrupting her meditation, a little tenderness appeared on the corner of her dark mouth, but she turned over the book of signatures seriously and compared it with the ones she drew.

After a long time, he pulled off a piece of signature, took up a pen and wrote two words on the back, and handed it to Ling Zihan.

Not caring about the content of the signature, Ling Zihan looked at the two big characters on the back, and her eyes trembled suddenly. When she looked up at Ming You, her purely evil eyes were a little more inquisitive and a little suspicious.

But the enchanting elegance remains undiminished.

"What do you mean!"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm only responsible for passing on a message." With a playful smile, he winked at Ling Zihan and pointed to the arched door not far behind him, "There is a wishing pool in this yard. You just need to go and make a wish."

Just make a wish, and the person you want to see will naturally appear." He withdrew his gaze and understood that there was another mystery here. He suppressed a smile and coughed, then leaned slightly closer to Ling Zihan's ear and continued: "Also, he

Let me bring you a message - Zihan, Qingqing, we have been apart for a few days, have you ever missed her?"

Ruiyi, the word flashed through my mind instantly.

Ling Zihan raised her head and looked deeply at Ming You who looked calm, suppressed the doubts in her heart, and left without saying another word.

Watching the back figure disappearing into the arch, Murong Ming curled the corners of his lips, and a complex meaning flashed through his half-squinted eyes, like a dangerous cheetah, strange and charming...

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

Hee hee, let’s be careful here, tomorrow the male protagonist will appear in a gorgeous and bad way. Guess what he wants to do, is he surprised or happy? Ahem, a warm reminder from the concubine, tomorrow’s chapter name is -

—How about marrying me!
Chapter completed!