Chapter 1839
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It had to be said that Nan Yisheng was very different from what she saw on the surface. She felt that those flirtatious words coming out of his mouth were both elegant and enjoyable.
She had to admit that she was very happy to enter the Starry Palace.
Qiuju and Dong 'er only regained their senses after following her into the side hall of the Stellar Hall. Their two little faces were filled with extreme excitement as they looked at her and said, "Little Chen, Little Chen, Little Chen, you've really become a phoenix this time!"
"Wow, I'm so envious! But I'm very happy for you. "
Luo Qingchen held her cheek with one hand and knocked on the table with the other. She narrowed her eyes thoughtfully, "Does the Nanzhao Kingdom worship the Wu people?"
Qiuju and Dong 'er looked at each other and then looked at Luo Qingchen with confusion, "Isn't Little Chen from the Nanzhao Kingdom?"
"Oh — —" Luo Qingchen thought for a moment and then her eyes moved slightly. She began her long fantasy play. She looked at them and said, "You can't say that. I was born in the Nanzhao Kingdom. Later, because my family was poor, I was always wandering around."
She sighed as she spoke to create the atmosphere of the story.
"Oh, so that's how it is!" Dong 'er comforted her with a worried expression, "Little Chen is so pitiful. Although my family was poor, at least I had a thatched hut and a place to stay. At least I wasn't always outside. "
"My family wasn't poor. Later, my father was addicted to gambling and lost everything. In the end, he even lost me!" Qiuju's face didn't seem to have recovered. She was a bit pale from a day of running around. But when she told her story, she became spirited.
"As expected, Qiuju is an optimist." Luo Qingchen's eyes moved slightly. She changed the topic back to what she wanted to know. She pursed her lips and asked, "So Prince Nan and His Highness both believe the Wu people's words without a doubt?"
"Of course! The Wu people are the sky of the Nanzhao Kingdom. " Qiu Ju looked at Luo Qingchen and explained, "Aunt Luo Xin is not the Saintess of the Wu people. If she was, even Prince Nan would have to kowtow to her!"
Seeing that Qiuju's voice was a little loud, Dong 'er hurriedly patted her head as a warning. "Do you want to be caned again?"
Qiu Ju hurriedly stuck out her tongue and raised her hands in surrender. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's all my fault!"
She made the gesture of sealing her mouth while talking. Luo Qing Chen shook her head to show that she seemed a bit familiar with this gesture.
"That's right, that's right. You'd better stop talking. Let me do it!" Dong'er made a pot of tea for them and slowly told the story of the Nanzhao Kingdom and the Wu people.
Four hundred years ago, the Princess of the Nanzhao King was the Holy Maiden of the Wu people.
At that time, the Wu people strictly forbade the Holy Maiden and the people of the Floating Dust Tribe from being together and forcibly separated them.
What they didn't know was that the Holy Maiden wanted to run away with the King that night and angered the Heavenly Spirit Flower Array of the Wu people. It caused the entire Nanzhao Kingdom to be filled with sand and fall into an apocalyptic darkness.
From that night on, the Nanzhao Kingdom never saw daylight again. The wind and sand kept blowing and drowned the Nanzhao Kingdom under the yellow sand.
The entire Nanzhao Kingdom was desolate. The Holy Maiden couldn't bear to see this and decided to leave the King. She returned to the Sky Snow Peak alone and used a secret technique to calm the Heavenly Spirit Flower Array.
After that night, the Nanzhao Kingdom was no longer ravaged by the wind and sand. Everything returned to peace.
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