Chapter 700

Name：Descent of the Phoenix 13 Years Old Princess Consort Author：Yi Shi Feng Liu
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After a pause, xuanyuanche frowned and then said: "according to the records of Tianchen history, one hundred years ago, there were three kingdoms who wanted to seek the great treasure of the Southern Song Dynasty. They fought for many years, but they didn't force out a gold and a silver in the end, which made everyone suspect that it might be just a rumor.

However, after the war, a piece of news and pictures were quietly spread among the nations.

Three iron colored bronze rings open the key to XiaGu mountain's treasure. "

When it comes to this, Ryukyu suddenly looks back and stares at Ouyang Yufei's broken ring. So, this thing

According to Ryukyu's eyes, xuanyuanche said in a deep voice: "no one has seen this ring fragment in a hundred years. I always thought it was just a fake, but I didn't expect it..."

It's clear that xuanyuanche is not going on.

In the twinkling of the sun, Ouyang Yufei is in charge of the broken ring. The leader of the Southern Song Dynasty, Prime Minister Li, the abbot of the national temple, changes color on his face, which has shown a lot.

At the stone table, Ouyang Yufei reaches out to take the ring handed by Dugu Ye. Two pieces are put together to form a two-thirds circle.

In the golden light, people can see clearly that there is only one piece missing from the ring, only the last piece missing.

"The products of the same period should look like fragments of the same thing." Ouyang Yufei's voice comes from the peach blossom forest, which is a little floating.

"Bang." The Abbot's finger trembled, and the string of beads broke, and the beads rolled all over the place.

In the Southern Song Dynasty, it was advocated that the mouth should be enlarged and the air should be inhaled and exhaled continuously, as if someone had stuck his neck and was about to suffocate.

But if the hand of Prime Minister Li that tightly holds the stone chair is not a scholar, I'm afraid that the stone chair has already been pinched into pieces.

Peach blossom is flying with the wind.

A soft place.

"I remember I once told you that the empress of the founding of the Southern Song Dynasty reportedly left something to the descendants of Li's mansion, but it's not clear what it is. Now it seems that it should be this thing." Xuanyuanche looks at the three people who have changed color and suddenly speaks again.