Fool Prince's Super-power Consort

The fire lit up a dark world. In a corner where the fire was shining, there stood a man and a woman, two friars, a golden boy and a beautiful girl.

The most important thing is that the woman's gorgeous appearance made Li Xuanwei, the king of Qi, lose his mind and cry out, "Murong Xiangling!" After shouting it out, he thought it was wrong. Murong Xiangling had been dead for more than ten years. Although this woman was similar to her, her cultivation bearing was not like her. Suppressing the complexity in his heart, he quickly came over and asked Murong Ling, "who are you and what is the relationship between you and Murong Xiangling?"

Looking at the posture of king Qi, Murong Xiangling should be the name of the original mother.

Murong Ben never told her mother's name. As for the servants, they are not qualified to talk about her name. So it's funny that Murong Ling knows the name of her ancestor for the first time.

Looking at Wang Qi's handsome face, the man who should have been in his 40s looks like a young man. With a trace of urgency and anxiety on his resolute and decisive face, the tall and straight man who was outstanding just now stepped down from the altar and instantly had the smell of fireworks.

Murong Ling had a good sense of him, and he did not shy away from saying his identity. "King Qi has recognized the wrong person. If there is no accident, Murong Xiangling in your mouth is the dead mother."

King Qi and Li cangmin's eyes flashed a trance color. The impact of the past memory made him ignore how people he had never met knew his identity. There was a complex and reminiscent color on his face. "It turned out that ling'er has grown so big."

It turns out that he also paid attention to Murong Ling's life.

After all, the other party is an elder. Murong Ling doesn't get used to his name. Li cangmin, who has been a set board, doesn't want to. He steps forward to block Murong Ling's body and salutes the man in front of him. "Nephew Li cangmin has met uncle Huang."

The tone was as cold as the ice that had just been chiseled out. He had a handsome face. He didn't see the joy of seeing each other again. His eyes were almost cold. Murong Ling quickly pulled the sleeve of the vinegar jar. It didn't look like meeting an elder, but like meeting an enemy.

Li cangmin turns a blind eye to murongling's warning. What's the matter with the elder? The elder can't stare at his princess and think of others. He also calls her nickname affectionately and complicatedly.

So he specially emphasized, "ling'er is my nephew's princess. Leng'er, please meet uncle Huang."

Murong Ling couldn't laugh or cry, so she had to give a younger gift to the still Mongolian king Qi, "my nephew's daughter-in-law has seen uncle Huang."

Some of king Qi can't come back. He hasn't been back to Beijing for more than ten years. Before he left, Li cangminshan was still a smart and lovely young boy. He didn't expect to be a married man now.

Emperor Xuanwu always wanted him to stay in charge of the military power. In order to avoid the entanglement of his brother, king Qi seldom went back to the capital. Every time he just showed up in a hurry, he left. To the outside world, he was traveling with the United States, but in fact, it was just to avoid the entanglement of his brother and practice meditation.

For more than ten years, he had not broken the contact with Jingzhong, but he knew a lot of news, such as the poisoning and stupidity of his brother's disciples, the imperial concubine's success, and so on. He knew that his brother attached great importance to his own son, and went back to the palace to check Li cangmin's poison, but although he was a monk, he didn't know Qihuang's Alchemy at all, and in the end he had nothing to do.

Two years ago, he reached the bottleneck of his cultivation and closed the door of life and death. It took him two years to build yuan successfully. Today, as soon as I returned to Dazhou, I heard a lot about mummies, so I came to get rid of evil. Unexpectedly, I met my old friend's daughter and nephew.

Most importantly, his nephew was actually a monk in the later period of the Yuan Dynasty! He worked very hard to build yuan, and his nephew in his early twenties was later.

Qi Wang had mixed feelings. He didn't know when to greet him for detoxification and immortality, or he sighed that he had become the husband of his old friend's daughter. Finally, he said dryly, "it's min'er. Uncle Huang almost didn't recognize you."

Young children don't have to be adult men. It's natural that their facial features will be different from the old days. It's normal that king Qi can't recognize people.

Li cangmin looked at him with emotion and surprise. Coupled with his not yet completely astringent breath, he immediately reflected it. His uncle Huang estimated that he had just built yuan successfully, and he did not know the change of Da Zhou.

He didn't explain. Anyway, sooner or later, he would know that his face didn't have the feeling and joy of seeing his uncle and nephew again. Instead, he frowned and asked suspiciously, "Uncle Huang, what's the matter with the mummies in the nearby village?"

King Qi and his nephew, who had not seen each other for several times, did not have deep feelings. He was comfortable to see his cool attitude, and did not feel offended. He pondered, "I have investigated the terrain nearby. It's only Yin but not Yang. It's the best place to nourish yin. I'm afraid there are evil spirits and crooked ways to occupy the mountains and increase strength."

Murong Ling knew nothing about the so-called terrain. Li cangmin was determined to check whether there were pursuers behind him. Naturally, he didn't pay attention to the difference here. At this time, when he heard Qi Wang say, he suddenly realized, "no wonder I think there is a heavy Yin here. It turns out that there is a reason."As soon as she spoke, king Qi could not help but look at her face. A complex color flashed in her eyes. "I see that you have both yin and Yang Qi, but wood is the root of spirit?"

Murong Ling nodded, and king Qi sighed, "sure enough, just like your mother and your mother, you are a woman, and you have a Yin constitution. When you encounter this kind of evil things in the future, you should keep away from them."

He didn't doubt why Murong Ling was able to practice. It is estimated that Murong Xiangling sealed her skills in the sea of knowledge. One day, her divine knowledge became strong, breaking through the seal of divine knowledge and starting to cultivate immortals. It was Li cangmin who was very puzzled. Well, a silly prince who stayed in the palace actually got to the late period of the Yuan Dynasty. If there were no adventures, he would never believe it.

After a special investigation of his breath, he was clear and peaceful. He didn't have the spirit of evil. Then he looked a little slower. "I don't know who your master is and what he taught you, but the friars are intriguing and dangerous. You husband and wife must be careful to sail for thousands of years."

King Qi was the elder of the two. This time, he was sincere. Even though he didn't have deep feelings, even Li cangmin, who seemed a little cold at the beginning, was a little bit slow now. Let alone Murong Ling, who had a good feeling for Marshal Nie Yun, Qi Qi said, "thank you for your instruction."

King Qi waved his hand and argued that Li cangmin's accomplishments were higher than his, and his advice was already overstepping, "the younger generation is formidable. I just rely on the old to sell the old. I have said a few more words. Don't worry about it."

Murong Ling takes a look at the handsome young king Qi. She has never seen the traces of time left on him. Instead, she has the fortitude and charm of a mature man. She stands with Li cangmin and says that her brother is believed.

But his tone is old, mature and steady, which also fits the identity of Marshal Nie Yun. It's different from the image of the unruly king Qi in the rumor. It must be because the rumor is distorted.