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Nanyuan's emissary saluted with his right hand on his chest, pointed to the last wooden box, with a flattering smile on his face. "Your Majesty, this is our most precious treasure in Nanyuan. Your highness, King min, I hope your majesty will like it."

Kun Qinglong leans in the big chair and looks at the wooden box with no expression. There are eight big wooden boxes in total. The front seven of them are opened one by one. All of them are amazing treasures. What is the last wooden box worth explaining to him?

He looked at the wooden box from a distance and said faintly, "then open it and let me see what is the most precious treasure in your country?"

The lid of the box opened slowly. It didn't seem to be full. From Kun Qinglong's point of view, nothing could be seen, just like an empty box.

He was surprised. The messenger took out a small gourd like thing from his arms and put it on his mouth. The melodious and cheerful music immediately sounded over the hall, but the attendants changed their faces. They heard that Nanyuan people were good at controlling snakes, and the snake controller was playing the music to control snakes.

Everyone stepped back quietly for fear that a snake would suddenly come out of the wooden box.

After a while, there was a movement in the wooden box. The snake didn't come out. What came out was a hand. It was white, thin, weak and boneless. It was just a hand, but it attracted everyone's eyes. The messenger looked at Kun Qinglong quietly. Although his eyes were condensed, he was just like everyone else, staring at that hand for a moment.

The emissary was a little proud, and the tune became more cheerful. Soon, the black top of her head came out, and a face appeared in front of everyone. She blinked her eyes, and her expression was a little at a loss. She didn't panic when she saw the crowd, but only slightly frowned, as if she was annoyed that they had scratched her beautiful dream.

Everyone was stunned. There were many beauties in the palace, but compared with this one, they were immediately eclipsed. She was sitting lazily in the box. She lifted her eyes slightly. The light of her eyes swept lightly. All the people she glanced at were in a state of confusion.

When Kun Qinglong saw that face, his heart was also shocked, but his face was still, just quietly looking at her.

The music is still playing, and the beauty dances in the box. The small box looks like her stage. She is dressed in Nanyuan's clothes, and the narrow skirt outlines her graceful posture. When she raises her hand, her clothes are pulled up to reveal her snow-white waist. She twists her waist and swings her hips, which is light and flexible, like a fairy in the forest. Miaoman's posture swings with her, and the small waist looms and the people hold their breath Calm, silly looking at, are a pair of already do not know what year this evening is like.

When the song stops, the beautiful woman's slender arms, like a weak willow, flutter by the wind and fall vertically. Under the gaze of the people, she lies back in the box like a muscle. The lid of the box is closed and the light is hidden. The people are still standing foolishly, as if all just now is an illusion.

What Nanyuan messenger wanted was this kind of effect. He was very proud of it. He looked up at Kun Qinglong and said, "is your majesty satisfied?"

Kun Qinglong raised her eyebrows. "But the best dancer in your country?"

"No," the messenger said with a smile, "this is my princess of Turin in Nanyuan."

Kun Qinglong had some accidents, but he just laughed, "it's really a beauty."

"Your Majesty is satisfied."

"Since she is a princess, why did she send it in wooden cases?"

Nanyuan messenger took out a letter from his arms and handed it to the attendant on one side, "this is a personal letter from his royal highness King min, your majesty will know after reading it."

When the letter reaches Kun Qinglong, he opens his eyes and says nothing.

Nan yuan's messenger couldn't figure out what he thought, so he couldn't help beating a drum in his heart, and his palms were sweating.

For a long time, Kun Qinglong finally said, "if so, stay."

The messenger of Nanyuan was very happy and gave a big gift. He just left. An excessively beautiful face is always useful. His royal highness Min has made the right move.

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when lanliu wakes up, she finds herself lying on a big bed with a soft mattress under her body, a colorful quilt covered with gold and silver thread embroidered on it. At first sight, it's not an ordinary thing, so she knows that she has arrived in Mengda.

She raised her hand. Her hand was very weak. It was a sequela of medication. She knew it clearly, but she could do nothing. She was incompetent and became a prisoner. She accepted the result, but as long as she had a breath, she would not admit defeat.

She narrowed her eyes and recalled the man sitting on the Dragon chair. At that time, her medicine had not yet awakened, and her vision was blurred. All she knew was that he was very tall. Even if he was sitting, it also gave people a sense of coercion, which was the imperial momentum that could not be ignored.

Nanyuan's life is small but agile. Mengda's life is tall. In her opinion, she is just a simple minded and well-developed man. It's not difficult for her to escape from a man. As long as she can return to Nanyuan

Just thinking about it, there was something moving on the outside of the account. One hand reached in and started a crack. It seemed that someone looked inside. Then he opened the account and showed a chubby smile: "girl wakes up, maid changing clothes for girl."

Seeing LAN Liuqing's puzzled looking at her, he said, "my maidservant's name is dema. I'm here to serve the girl."LAN Liuqing has been living in a wooden box these days. Because of the medicine, she is half awake most of the time. Now when she gets to the place, she doesn't want to be dizzy any more. She sits up and gets out of bed. As a result, she gets up a little fiercely and feels dizzy. Fortunately, dema helps her in time, or she falls back to bed.

What dema gave her was still Nanyuan's clothes, with a small slant skirt and a narrow skirt at the bottom. The hem of the dress and the skirt could fit together. As long as she raised her arm a little, she would show her thin white waistline, which made people think.

In the palace of Monda, such a dress is not solemn, but it is contemptible. But this is the emperor's order, and dema certainly dare not disobey it.

After changing her clothes, LAN Liuqing combs her hair in front of the dressing mirror. She turns her hair on both sides into a loose bun and holds a hairpin. A handful of bright black hair is scattered behind her head. When she swings her head at will, the black hair will move like a satin microwave, and the light and shadow will be bright.

She looks at herself in the mirror and sleeps. Her hard work and tiredness are all gone. The person in the mirror has rosy cheeks and bright eyes. She is the first beauty in Nanyuan and the goddess in the hearts of many Nanyuan warriors. How can she live in such a place and wait for death? As long as she makes emperor Mengda happy, she will flee here and go back to her hometown to find LAN xuansu.

Dema stood on the side and looked at her askew. She couldn't help praising, "the girl is so beautiful."

Lanliuqing smiles in front of the mirror. Beauty is her capital. Now all she can rely on is this face.

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