The black prince on the bar: the hidden secret of the phoenix birthmark

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"I never thought that one day I would end up riding a donkey"

Murong Li said a word in a calm tone, with a flat tone, and his emotions could not be heard.

"Come here, what haven't we experienced?"

Yichu reminded him coldly that here, he is not a high-ranking emperor, even if he is a dragon, he must coil up when he is in trouble. [

Feng Qining didn't speak, she lay quietly on the donkey, unlike Murongli and the others, who sat upright on the donkey, her legs clamped the donkey's alone, her body drooped, lying on the donkey's back, wearing a bamboo hat Covering her face, she couldn't see her face clearly, and her long black hair shone brightly under the sunlight.

The three of Murong Li were in a tendency to surround her, surrounding her in the middle.

Of course Feng Qining couldn't sleep on such a bumpy road, looking around through the light veil, everything was hazy.

"I feel that I am a bit like Zhang Guolao"

After being silent for a while, Feng Qining suddenly said, on the boring road, you need to talk to relieve boredom, there are so many people, it is a waste not to chat.

"Dare to ask Feng, who is Zhang Guolao?"

"Yes, Ning'er, who is he? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Although Lan Se didn't ask, but the curious look in his eyes had already betrayed his mood. He also wanted to know who Zhang Guolao was.

"Even Zhang Guolao doesn't know about it, so what myths and legends have you heard of?"

Feng Qining despised it, and Murong Li felt the need to remind her that he and she were not from the same country.

"Tell me, Feng, how did you know?"

Murong Li's words woke up the complacent Feng Qining, her heart skipped a beat, she seemed to have forgotten again, this is not the ancient times with historical records, this is an elevated continent, there are no myths at all.

"I made it up myself, didn't I?"

Anyway, she said it now, so she made it up, Feng Qining played a scoundrel.

"Yes, of course"

Murongli and Yichu looked at her with slight contempt, their eyes clearly said that they made it up by themselves, and if they were to know, is there any reason for this?

"Mother, they don't want to know, I want to know, who is that Zhang Guo?"

"Okay, it's still a son"

Feng Qining glanced at Lan Se appreciatively, and told Lan Se about Zhang Guolao, and about him riding a donkey backwards. [