Chapter 778 There Is No Red Spider Lily in This World

OMG.

Jun Xiqing took a breath of air, she was stunned.

She could imagine what kind of bloody storm occurred in this ancient and solemn palace 23 years ago.

After the queen left and the prince disappeared, country A was in turmoil and the kings and princes were divided.

"I wonder...what kind of person is this queen?" Jun Xiqing murmured to herself.

Among the female elders she had been in contact with since childhood, Mrs. Xuanji left the most colorful mark in her heart.

Mrs. Xuanji is transparent, sparkling, and most elegant.

However, now there was suddenly such a queen. Through Murong Ling's few words, she had already felt that the queen and Mrs. Xuanji were two completely different types.

She took a keen interest in the queen.

Mentioning the queen, Murong Ling became mysterious. He whispered, "Qingqing, have you ever heard of... Gillian's Room?"

Gillian room?

Of course Jun Xiqing knows about Gillian's room. This is the gold-selling den for men in the world!

Sister Lingxue was once the top star there, and she even fought against Mei Niang.

No matter Sister Lingxue or Mei Niang, this woman came out of Gillian's room.

This is evident in Gillian’s room.

"Of course I've heard of it!" Jun Xiqing nodded vigorously.

"Ha," Murong Ling said with a smile, "Gillian's House has only been established for a few decades, but it has become famous all over the world in this troubled world and has become the gentle hometown of many heroes. It is a legend of a generation."

"But what does Gillian's room have to do with the queen? Could it be..." Jun Xiqing had a bold idea.

Murong Ling nodded, "Gillian's room was created by the queen."

Jun Xiqing's smart eyes suddenly shrank.

"Thirty years ago, a beauty suddenly appeared in this world. I heard that wherever she appeared, the fragrance was so fragrant that even butterflies would fly over. She had small silver bells hanging on her bare feet, and her beautiful eyes were as charming as water, seducing the soul. soul."

"Since then, Gillian's reputation has spread rapidly."

"However, such a beauty is naturally looked down upon by Shuyuan from a famous family. Especially compared to the pure and pure saints of the generation, she is simply a witch."

Therefore, this queen has always been known as the "witch"!

Jun Xiqing could imagine that Lu Yemingsheng's face was like a crown jewel, with no blind spots, but except for his pair of phoenix eyes, which he inherited from Murong Jiancheng, he actually didn't look much like Murong Jiancheng.

There was only one possibility, Lu Yeming was like his biological mother.

Thinking about it this way, this queen must be very charming and charming.

"Feng Lingxue used to be the top star in Gillian's house. She could perform pole dancing with just a piece of brocade, and she fascinated so many men. In fact, none of these people have ever seen the queen's dancing. That's really..."

Jun Xiqing had personally seen Sister Lingxue dance while wrapping herself in silk, and her dancing was astonishing.

Unexpectedly, this dance was also created by the queen.

It's a pity that she didn't have the opportunity to see the queen's dance.

Many years later, the queen's charming dance has already become a legend.

"Third Prince, has the Lord ever been fascinated by the Queen?"

Murong Ling shook his head, "I don't know about this. I only know that the master now hates the queen to the core. The queen has disappeared for more than twenty years without any news. I hope she keeps disappearing. If she is caught by the master, she will be crushed to pieces." Gray.”

Jun Xiqing doesn't think so. Is the Lord willing to give up?

At this moment Brahma's voice suddenly remembered, "Master."

Jun Xiqing looked sideways and saw that the rear door was respectfully opened and Lu Yeming was back.

When he was standing by the river just now, his slender body was covered with a layer of wind and frost, but his deep phoenix eyes did not reveal anything.

His return made the carriage a little air-conditioned.

"Prince Xiwang, how are you and your son talking about it?" Murong Ling looked like he was watching a good show.

Lu Yeming raised his eyes and glanced over, "Go down."

What?

"Prince Xi, you are too heartless." Murong Ling protested.

A layer of gloom slowly fell on Lu Yeming's heroic eyebrows.

Murong Ling quickly raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, I'm leaving, Qingqing, goodbye."

Jun Xiqing waved her hand, "Goodbye, Third Prince."

Lu Yeming said expressionlessly, "Drive."

…

As the luxury car was speeding on the road, Jun Xiqing looked sideways at the man beside her, "Xi Wangjue, where are we going now?"

Lu Yeming glanced out the window and said slowly, "Look at Mo'er."

His deep voice became very soft.

…

Gu Mohan bought an apartment and Tang Moer lived in it.

There is a small vase on the beige desk, and the vase contains the Manzhu Shahua flower.

This was sent by someone from Lu Yeming, and it could cure the AR on her body.

Tang Moer stretched out her little hand and touched the flaming flower.

Suddenly she felt a sting on her finger. When she lowered her eyes, she saw that her fingertip was pricked by a thorn.

A bright drop of blood spilled out.

Tang Moer's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly felt that something bad was about to happen.

Her premonitions were always accurate.

At this time, a series of melodious cell phone ringtones rang, and she called.

Tang Moer picked up the phone and saw an unfamiliar number.

who is it?

She pressed the button to connect, "Hello."

"Hello, Miss Tang." A very elegant female voice came from the other end.

Tang Mo'er heard this voice very gentle, but she was no longer young. She should be around forty years old, "Hello, who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. I called Miss Tang this time to tell you something."

"What's the matter?"

"Miss Tang, are you interested in hearing about the life story of the Western Prince?"

Tang Mo'er's heart skipped a beat. Ye Ming's life story?

"Miss Tang, your biological brother actually died 23 years ago. Your father Lu Jinwen knows very well that the current Western Prince is not your brother. He has a dragon totem on his back and is the extremely noble prince of Country A."

Tang Mo'er's bright pupils shrank sharply, and her ears were buzzing at the news.

What?

Ye Ming is not her biological brother?

No.

It's impossible.

"Miss Tang, now the Kingdom of Country A is divided, and the Western Prince is needed to pacify the world, but he loves you so much that he doesn't want to be named Murong. He only hopes to stay with you as Lu Ye Ming and get your love."

Tang Mo'er's heart suddenly felt a sharp pain, her eyes slowly turned red, and she slowly clenched into a fist. She said, "So, what is your purpose?"

The other end was silent, as if he didn't expect Tang Mo'er to react like this.

Tang Moer pulled her red lips, "I may not believe what you said, but even if I do, in my heart, he will always be my brother."

"But you know he loves me, so I have become his weakness. If you want to use me to harm him, give up as soon as possible!"

"Miss Tang," the other end said calmly, "that red spider lily is fake, there is no red spider lily in this world."