Ordered to Marry Thrice, The Mysterious Wangfei

Hua Yuman's words scared the masked man open his eyes, and this girl really counted? How is that possible?

“You… what else have you come up with?” The masked man's tone is unusual this time with a hint of respect.

“Return the treasure and you won't have to die.” Hua Yuman coldly said, looking at the masked man's eyes filled with pity and an unknown resentment.

“If I had a treasure, would I die? I've spent the first 19 years searching for it. ”

Uncle Tu was going to get furious again at the first sight of the festival. He hurried: “Master Hana, he really didn't find the treasure, how can you return it? Please make it clear! ”

Huayuman sighed: “Your ancestors made a living from burglary, your grandfather lied to you, not to find the treasure of this place so you don't have to die, but because he stole the treasure of this place, he touched the curse organs in the cemetery, your blood within nine generations, as long as you voluntarily return it, the curse will disappear. ”

After listening to the festival, he cried for a moment and laughed, completely like a madman, which is obviously unacceptable. Uncle Tu or sensible, he asked hastily: "Can the master of flower talk to the so-called stolen treasure? Where's the cemetery? ”

“If I'm not mistaken, the place seems to be the Imperial Mausoleum, and the so-called treasure should be the legendary nine-star board. ”

“This…” Borden's eyes were silly. Isn't the nine-star chessboard his favorite thing today? How could it have been stolen from the palace?

Uncle Tu returned to the thirteenth prince's palace with a dead face of grey wind and returned to the thirteenth prince with the result of divination. The thirteenth face flashed with surprise and immediately entered the palace.

Instead of going elsewhere, he went to the secret library in the palace. Soon, he found a book on the secrets of the past emperors. It was true, as the astrologer said, that the nine-star chessboard was once windy when the great-grandfather was emperor, and the great-grandfather at the time liked it. After the collapse, he had let the nine-star chess bury together, but by the time of the great-grandfather's emperor, the imperial mausoleum had been buried, and the nine-star chessboard had been lost until the father had recovered it ten years ago.

In that sense, what the young divinator said about history was true.

Father is also a chess lover, deeply loves nine-star chessboards, unlikely to give them to others, but stealing is obviously not suitable, for a moment he is also difficult.

That astrologer really gave him a problem.

By the way, divination? Thirteen's face was crossed by a heartburn.

At this moment, Hua Yuman had no idea that the propulsion of his floral elf divination hall behind the scenes of the thirteenth prince fuelled his fame. He went up to the emperor and down to the citizens who had left the country. He had no choice but to preach this mysterious divination hall where small petals could occupy everything. In just a few days, the people who came to admire him were like a tide.

The price of hundreds of taels was pushed to tens of millions, even higher, so fame surprised Huayuman.

Mo Ziting is very happy. Mo's old man exaggerated Mo Ziting because of this, because with the fame of the divination hall, Mo's business is very good. Mo even handed over nearly half of Mo's property early. If Mo's luck can still be handed over in the next year, Mo's family has full authority over Mo Ziting.

“Manman, you're my lucky star. You don't know the way my so-called sisters, ladies and aunts look at me today, it's like gold, and I want to kick them in the legs.” Mo Ziting smiled.