Chapter 1839 The Assassin Wife of the King of Nanzhao (20)

It had to be said that Nan Yisheng was really different from what she saw on the surface. The sultry words coming out of his mouth felt both elegant and enjoyable.

She admitted that she was very happy to enter the Star Palace.

Qiu Ju and Dong'er probably came to their senses only after they entered the side hall of the Star Palace with her. Their two little faces looked at her with extreme excitement and said: "Xiaochen, Xiaochen, Xiaochen, you are really good this time." It’s like flying on a branch and becoming a phoenix!”

"Wow, I'm so envious! But I'm still very happy for you."

Luo Qingchen held her chin with one hand and tapped the table with her other hand habitually. She narrowed her eyes thoughtfully and said, "Does Nanzhao State particularly believe in the witch clan?"

Qiu Ju and Dong'er looked at each other, looked at Luo Qingchen with some confusion and said, "Isn't Xiaochen from Nanzhao?"

"Well -" Luo Qingchen thought for a while, rolled her eyes slightly, and started her long fantasy drama. She looked at them and said, "You can't say that. I was indeed born in Nanzhao. Later, because of my poor family, I have been wandering and wandering.”

She sighed softly as she spoke, creating the atmosphere of the story.

"Ang, that's it!" Dong'er consoled with a sad face: "Xiaochen is really miserable. Although my family is poor, at least I have a hut with a roof over my head, so I won't be out all the time."

"My family was not poor before, but then my father was a gambler and lost everything, and finally exported me too!" Qiu Ju's face didn't seem to have fully recovered, and she looked a little pale after running around for a day, but When I tell my story, I get excited.

"As expected, Qiu Ju must be an optimist." Luo Qingchen's eyes moved slightly, and she redirected the topic to the point she wanted to know. She pursed her lips and asked, "So, both King Nan and His Highness firmly believe in the words of the Wu Clan. Don’t you doubt it?”

"Of course! The Witch Clan is the heaven of Nanzhao Kingdom." Qiu Ju looked at Luo Qingchen and explained word by word: "Aunt Luo Xin is not a Saint of the Witch Clan. If she were a Saint of the Witch Clan, even the Nanwang Capital You have to bow three times and kowtow nine times!”

Seeing that Qiu Ju's voice was a bit loud, Dong'er hurriedly patted her head as a warning and said, "Are you going to get slapped again?"

Qiu Ju hurriedly stuck out her tongue, raised her hands in surrender and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my mouth!"

She usually made a gesture of sealing her mouth while speaking. Luo Qingchen shook her head and said that this gesture seemed a bit familiar to her.

"You better stop talking and let me tell you!" Dong'er made a pot of tea for them and slowly told the story of the symbiotic relationship between Nanzhao Kingdom and the Wu Clan.

Four hundred years ago, the princess of King Nanzhao was a saint of the witch clan at that time.

At that time, the witch clan strictly prohibited the saint and the people from being together, and separated them forcefully.

As everyone knows, the saint's escape overnight to elope with the king offended the Witch Clan's Heavenly Spirit Flower Array, causing the entire Nanzhao Kingdom to fill the sky with sand and plunge into a world of apocalyptic darkness.

From that night on, there was no daylight in Nanzhao Kingdom. The wind and sand kept blowing, submerging the Nanzhao Kingdom under the yellow sand.

The whole country of Nanzhao was in disgrace, and the saint couldn't bear to see such a situation and decided to leave the king. She would return to Tianxue Peak alone and use an extremely hidden secret technique to appease the Tianling Flower Formation.

After that night, Nanzhao Kingdom was no longer ravaged by the wind and sand, and everything returned to peace.

But the saint is missing...