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Ming Ruoxie originally said that to be polite, but who knew that Xia Xuanqi was really in trouble.
And he wanted to beg for something from her as soon as he opened his mouth.
She immediately thought of the thumb ring he gave her before. Was he here to get it back?
She doesn't mind either.
Just as he was about to speak, Xia Xuanqi took it first, "I heard that Netherworld Cry is in your hand. I need it. Originally, I needed the Jade Nether Snake. Without the Jade Nether Snake, it's the same now with Netherworld Cry."
What kind of fate is this?
When he wanted the Biyou Snake, she had the Biyou Snake in her hand.
Now he wants Netherworld Cry, and Netherworld Cry is in her hands again.
Isn¡¯t it too much of a coincidence?
"What are you crying about?" Ming Ruoxie frowned.
"It's the poisonous weed you dug up in this palace." Xia Xuanqi pointed out.
Ming Ruoxie's eyes turned cold, "We just entered Prince Jin's Mansion and accidentally discovered that poisonous weed. Your Majesty, Xia Tu, you are far away in Xia Tu. You knew it so quickly and rushed here?"
"I have already sent people to Dazhen first. It was my people who tracked down the whereabouts of You Mingqi. However, before I could dig it out, you had already discovered it first."
Xia Xuanqi gave a bitter smile, "To tell you the truth, I killed three bloody horses just to get here."
¡° Moreover, he himself had hardly slept a sound sleep.
Just after he finished saying this, his vision went dark, his body swayed, and he quickly held on to the armrest.
"Your Majesty!"
Zizhao was shocked and immediately stepped forward to help him.
Sikongji also stood up.
"What's wrong?"
"It's okay," Xia Xuanqi, who had recovered, waved his hand, "I'm just overtired, just take a rest."
Ming Ruoxie looked at him intently, then suddenly stood up, walked in front of him, bent down slightly, and looked at him intently.
Zizhao subconsciously tensed up, trying to get in front of His Majesty.
His Majesty has not let a stranger get so close to him for a long time. If Ming Ruoxie takes action at this time¡ª¡ª
Ming Ruoxie really reached out his hand.
"Princess Jin!" Zizhao's expression changed and he immediately came to block her hand.
Xia Xuanqi raised his hand to stop him and looked at Ming Ruoxie, "But do you think there's something wrong?"
Ming Ruoxie looked at him and then glanced at Sikongji. She asked Sikongji, "If I offend an emperor, can you handle it?"
That¡¯s right to say¡ª¡ª
Sikongji was a little strange when he saw her acting like this, but he couldn't help but laugh when he heard her words.
"Would you like to try it?"
¡°Then give it a try.¡±
After Ming Ruoxie finished speaking, he turned back and asked Xia Xuanqi, "Your Majesty, how about I cut off your fate?"
"What's the meaning?"
"It's just to see how long you live, how old you are."
As soon as Ming Ruoxie finished speaking, Zizhao's face changed drastically, and he finally couldn't hold it back, "Bold! Unbridled!"
No wonder Zizhao was shocked.
Who has seen anyone dare to kill the emperor? Still want to see how old the Emperor lives?
Who doesn¡¯t shout long live your majesty? But who doesn¡¯t know that it is impossible to live long life. So, how old is the appropriate age for an emperor to live?
The fate of the emperor is unpredictable.
Even those eminent monks with gray beards can only say a few seemingly profound words. How can they just come up and say, let me see how old you can live?
Zizhao was so shocked that his eyes almost fell off.
Is Princess Jin so fierce?
When he shouted like this, Ming Ruoxie suddenly smiled at him and struck out like lightning. Zizhao was so anxious that he wanted to stop him, but Ming Ruoxie's fingers were one step ahead of him and touched Xia Xuanqi's wrist.
"Zizhao."
Xia Xuanqi¡¯s voice was deep and he stopped Zizhao from trying to stop him again.
Zizhao stared at Ming Ruoxie with his eyes widened.
What words does she really dare to say?
As for whether it is really possible to determine the accurate destiny, in fact, they have not considered it. Logically speaking, it's impossible. I just want to hear what she can say.
Ming Ruoxie frowned slightly as soon as he felt Xia Xuanqi's pulse.
"Xia Xuanqi, what's your pulse?"??
Not to mention Xia Xuanqi, even Zizhao has gradually become accustomed to her casual address. Sometimes he calls her by his first name and surname directly, sometimes he calls her Mr. Xia politely, and sometimes he calls her "Your Majesty Xia Tu".
Your Majesty has no objection, so how could Zizhao dare to say anything?
But he has seen how tolerant His Majesty is towards Princess Jin. This is simply condoning her.
"How is my pulse?" Xia Xuanqi asked.
It was not the first time Ming Ruoxie had felt this kind of pulse condition, but this pulse condition was very special.
The pulse of the person she touched last time showed that he lived to be fifty-two. However, the pulse was tied at the year of forty-five, and he seemed very weak after that.
She didn't know what was going on at first, until the man had a car accident and became a vegetative state at the age of forty-five. After that, he lay in the hospital bed for seven years. Dead.
Xia Xuanqi is also in the same situation now.
His fate was also tied in the year of twenty-six, but he would die in the year of thirty-nine.
But whether he is twenty-six or thirty-nine, he is a short-lived ghost.
Ming Ruoxie sighed.
"You must have hidden wounds on your body, right? And they were never really healed."
As soon as these words came out, Xia Xuanqi's expression also changed.
Almost no one except Zizhao and Master knows about this matter. Can she even find out this?
Zizhao was also shocked and speechless.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the person that Master Kongwu mentioned back then¡ª¡ª"
Could it be Princess Jin? !
Xia Xuanqi¡¯s raised hand interrupted Zizhao¡¯s words again.
He was about to say something, but Ming Ruoxie had already let go of his hand and stood up. He turned and walked towards Sikong Ji, "His Majesty Xia Tu is indeed exhausted. Do you want to take him in to rest in the palace first?"
"Listen to Ruoruo."
Sikongji didn't ask any questions and immediately called Butler Zhu to arrange a guest room for Xia Xuanqi.
Xia Xuanqi really needs a good sleep at the moment.
Here in the capital, it seems that there may be no safer place than Prince Jin's Mansion.
"I hope I can listen to you tell me about my destiny when I wake up." Xia Xuanqi glanced at Ming Ruoxie, then turned around and took Zizhao out with Butler Zhu.
After they left, Ming Ruoxie leaned on the chair, feeling helpless and sighing.
"well!"
"Oh, it's troublesome."
Sikong Ji couldn¡¯t tell whether to laugh or cry, ¡°What¡¯s wrong? Aren¡¯t you going to kill him yourself?¡±
It was also at this time that he realized why when they first met, she always took his pulse and said he had a few days left to live.
It seems that this is also one of her great abilities.
"I just saw that his eyebrows were a little dark. To tell you the truth, I'm still a magic stick." Ming Ruoxie said nonsensically, "He said he wanted that poisonous weed, so I just wanted to see if he wanted to use it to fight fire with fire. So I just wanted to see if he was poisoned."
"The results of it?"
¡°It turned out that I wasn¡¯t poisoned, but I was a short-lived ghost.¡± (Remember this site¡¯s website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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