Ordered to Marry Thrice, The Mysterious Wangfei

Hua Yuman sighed. "This is just one. Second, your lady doesn't want to see the Queen and the Ten Princesses." She didn't see her, but she still felt better in her heart, but if she saw it, she couldn't tell the truth... She will have a sense of guilt.

"Miss, don't think too much, if you are calculating something bad, say it implicitly, anyway, you don't say no one will know." Silver peach thought for a while, guessed a little from Miss's eyes.

"Well. It can only be like this!"

I hope that everything will go well tomorrow!

This night, Hua Yuman barely slept. She only climbed for a while and then she got up and let Qing Qing give her a make-up. For the sake of insurance, she also put on her face. She felt that she had touched the snow dream when she was foolproof. Like the hair of the snow, I stayed for a while. "I can't take you there today, I hope I don't make any mistakes."

It was just dawning. When I first arrived at the divination hall, I saw that the emperor had been waiting. When she saw her, she took her to the carriage.

"Master of flower language, now we go to the Hall of Supreme Harmony, you are the first woman who can participate in the early dynasty!" The director of the **** who came to pick up said like a smile.

"Well, the flower language is very honored!" Hua Yuman lightly grasped the hand with a damp, the emperor did something, actually let her participate in the early morning.

She almost entered the palace and went to the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Looking at the civil and military officials who were doing it, Hua Yuman felt that she had some soft legs.

The **** supervisor saw that her speed was too slow, and she could not help but rushed. "Don’t let your majesty wait for a long time!"

Hua Yuman accelerated the pace, and the body came to the main hall like a floating float, bowing to the emperor sitting on the golden dragon seat. "In the flower language of the lower elf divination hall, I have seen the emperor, and my emperor is long lived!"

The emperor sitting in the upper position stared at her for a moment, and his heart flashed a touch of surprise. I did not expect that the master of the flower language that was passed away from the city was a 12-year-old woman. A trace of doubt was born from the heart.

Not only the emperor, the Wenwu Baiguan and the palace people of the entire Hall of Supreme Harmony are watching Hua Yuman, curious, surprised, puzzled, and admired. In short, the whole hall is as quiet as the night, as if breathing each other can hear.

"Flat!" The emperor finally made a speech. Hua Yuman stood up with a trace of awe. His eyes didn't dare to look around, and he lowered his head and waited for the emperor's instructions.

"Don't be afraid, as long as you have the true ability, you will not be embarrassed about you." The emperor saw the uncomfortableness of the woman in the temple, and said, "I can only hear that you can only divination for ten people a day. Once, the sly nine-star chessboard was lost the day before yesterday. Can you help me find it back?"

"Yes!" Hua Yuman whispered, then slammed, took out a bag of petals, and let them float slowly in the air. "The emperor can choose a petal..."

The emperor reached out and the petals flew toward the emperor. Soon, the emperor selected a deep purple butterfly petal.

When the emperor released his hand again, the petal had already flown to the woman under the sire like a long eye, and from the beginning to the end he was sure that the girl did not use any internal force and infuriating, the suspicion and uncertainty in the heart ease.

When the petals returned to Hua Yuman’s hands, the hall was quieter. Everyone stared at the petals in her hand, looking forward to what she would say in a while, knowing that the nine-star board is one of the favorite items on the holy, Who has the courage to steal the nine-star chessboard? If you stole it and you are divined, it is not a dead end.

Hua Yuman closed her eyes quietly under the eyes of the public. After a moment, she opened her eyes and squatted on the ground again. "The emperor, the flower language is not bold!"