Chapter 1848 The Assassin Wife of the King of Nanzhao (29)

"Remember that it was the Southern King who wanted to marry His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" Luo Qingchen pursed her lips lightly, pretending to be arrogant.

I still remember the beautiful girls standing in a row at that time, all looking at Nan Yisheng with admiration.

At that moment, he looked so handsome in his white clothes and calm face.

And now, she is about to become the only wife of this young man.

"Yes!" Nan Yisheng smiled faintly when she heard it, "Isn't it just right to marry you home?"

"I'm afraid His Royal Highness the Crown Prince didn't have this plan at that time!" Luo Qingchen smiled with clear eyes, standing in front of the Tianling Flower Array, the cold air emitted by the holy water seemed to be able to penetrate the cloak and clothes and blow directly into her heart.

Nan Yisheng looked at her so focused, a tiny light flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she murmured: "What's wrong?"

Luo Qingchen narrowed his eyes, shook his head gently and said: "Nothing, I just think this Tianling Flower Array is very magnificent, and I can't help but sigh."

At that time, she was standing too far away, and she didn't fully see the appearance of the so-called Tianling Flower Array of the Wu Clan. Now when such a magnificent scene appeared in front of her, she was really shocked.

"Let me tell you a story!" He turned his eyes and looked at her clear eyes and said: "A very touching story."

"Story?" Luo Qingchen was stunned for a moment and then asked: "Are you talking about a story from four hundred years ago? I have heard of it. It is indeed a..."

"No——" He shook his head, interrupted Luo Qingchen's words, and sighed softly: "It's a story from ten years ago."

"Ten years ago?" Luo Qingchen counted his fingers and calculated his age.

Wasn't she exactly five years old ten years ago?

Remember that the original owner had no memory before the age of five. He wandered outside for four years and entered Mu Country when he was nine years old.

After three years of fighting, the twelve-year-old girl became the best of Mu Hanche's secret guards. In the next three years, they fought for Mu Hanche, and returned wounded every time, bandaging each other's wounds.

Until... Chi Mo's death...

When such a sad memory suddenly appeared in her mind, she suddenly felt that her emotions were inexplicably fluctuating, and a mist appeared unconsciously in her eyes.

Nan Yisheng was about to tell a story, but when he saw her like this, he stopped directly, raised his right hand slowly, touched her eyes, and asked nervously: "What's wrong?"

"No." Luo Qingchen closed his eyes and felt the warmth from his palm.

She saw her eyebrows tremble slightly, took a deep breath and said: "I just want to brew emotions and listen to your touching story!"

"Don't cry--" He smiled with a hint of helplessness like a pet and looked at her and said: "If you cry, I can't continue."

"Okay!" She slowly opened her eyes and nodded seriously.

Nan Yisheng's story was not long, but it sounded a little sad.

Ten years ago, an eight-year-old boy went to Tianxue Peak alone to look for a medicinal herb, but he encountered an avalanche and was trapped in the mountain for ten days.

Those ten days were the darkest ten days in the boy's life. He had no water, no food, and waited for his life to pass away bit by bit in the white snowy mountains.

Just when he was almost desperate, a girl wearing a moon-white dress and holding a jade lamp appeared above his head.

The snow fell in large pieces. She leaned on the moonlight, shone the jade lamp into the dark cave entrance and said, "Is there anyone?"