The unlucky county princess and the crown prince

Xuanyuanjue didn't open his mouth. He just looked at him to continue. Murongjia sighed and said sarcastically, "these ancient tribes always have some old stories. Although they are tasteless, I believe you will be interested in listening to them."

"Just say it. It's up to the palace if you're interested in listening." Xuan Yuan Jue light way.

Murongjia took the tea from the palace, put it under his nose and smelled it, but he didn't drink it immediately.

Xuanyuan Jue lips a hook, smile, "worry about my poison?"

Murongjia's white jade like face was intoxicated. He took a sip slowly and said, "the art of tea comes from Fu He, the master of tea ceremony. In addition, there is a faint fragrance in the tea. Therefore, this tea is made by Bai Lixue. Xuanyuanjue, you are so blessed that you can drink such excellent tea every day!"

"You'd better pray she didn't poison!" Xuanyuanjue's lips are colder.

"If you die under the peony, you will be a romantic ghost!" Murongjia took another sip of it without paying any attention. "Good tea, it's really good tea. Let me continue to tell the story."

"My mother told me a sad love story. Her former witch daughter fell in love with a foreigner and refused to marry Xuanzhou royal family according to the law. After betraying her relatives, she finally got her long cherished wish. Unfortunately, the elder of the witch family would not let her go easily. After a series of punishments, she was given the most vicious spell of the witch family."

Murongjia watched xuanyuanjue's reaction as he told the story. However, to his surprise, xuanyuanjue's expression was still calm and elegant, without any fluctuation, which made him feel frustrated.

However, such a king as murongjia also knew the king's mind well. Xuanyuanjue's happiness and anger were not in the form of color. Even if his mind fluctuated, it would not show in front of him.

Murongjia sighed, but his words were very complacent. "If it hadn't been for the strange thing that Bai Lixue suddenly recognized an old man as his grandfather, I probably wouldn't have known so much, and I wouldn't have connected all this."

"And then?" Xuanyuan Jue said quietly.

Murongjia was more interested. "The person my mother's former Saint tried to marry is the old master of Beiming now, and he happens to be bailixue's grandfather. Do you think it's a coincidence?"

Seeing that xuanyuanjue didn't respond, murongjia was even more interested. "Although my mother became a nobleman in North Vietnam, married into the royal family and was granted the title of queen, she didn't forget that she was a witch, and she didn't forget to trace the fate of the saint sister who betrayed the Witch. Her Kung Fu was worthy of her heart. After many years, she finally found all the causes and consequences."

Xuanyuanjue's bony joints are pale. Murongjia is very satisfied with xuanyuanjue's reaction. Originally, you, who are so mysterious and calm, are still today?

If everyone has weakness, the snow is your seven inch.

Murongjia said with a smile: "you probably know what spell the elder of the witch clan gave her at that time?"

"I know." Xuanyuanjue said these two words, very calm, calm beyond murongjia's expectation.

"Just know!" Murongjia said with a smile: "Zhongming mantra, who hit the catastrophe, can't live more than 20 years old.

When he said this, he paid close attention to xuanyuanjue's reaction. Sure enough, he saw a beating flame in the latter's eyes. Although it was only fleeting, he was keenly grasped by him, and a proud smile appeared on his lips.

With that, he deliberately lowered his voice, but put it very slowly, as if to stimulate xuanyuanjue on purpose, "as far as I know, bailixue is 18 years old, right? How long can she live? "