"Magical power of snapping fingers? Huang Laoxie?"

Ming Buyan blinked and thought of the martial arts of the same name in the martial arts novels of his previous life. After accepting the inheritance of this martial arts, he discovered that not only did the name of the magical power of snapping fingers have the same name, but the effects were also almost the same.

The magical power of snapping one's fingers is simply to hit the opponent with tiny objects.

Or you can pop out the infuriating energy to achieve the effect of hitting objects from afar.

It's just that the latter is much more difficult and requires extremely deep Qi as support. At least you have to be a master to do it.

Ming Wuyan, who had obtained the magical power of snapping his fingers, felt even more happy.

After watering the flowers, he returned to Tianxin Palace, but on the way he heard some palace people talking about King Zhenbei, which instantly brought back the past in his heart.

For a moment, a picture emerged in my mind.

Among them, the one that impressed him the most was a tall woman with long hair standing on end, wearing a red outfit and holding a spear in her hand, with a heroic appearance.

She touched the still young Ming Wuyan's head and smiled and said: "Your Highness, I am going back to the north. You, don't just study all the time. You must also remember to exercise well. It is best to practice martial arts and practice martial arts."

Yes, don’t cry all the time.”

The picture faded away, and Ming Wuyan was stunned in place.

A name comes to mind.

"Nangongchan..."

Nangong Chan, the beloved daughter of King Zhenbei.

In his early years, he lived in the palace for a period of time, and that period happened to be when Mingwuyan's biological mother, Concubine Hui, passed away.

Ming Wuyan couldn't recover because of this incident, and he didn't think about food or tea all day long.

It was Nangong Chan who accompanied him and encouraged Ming Buyan through his dark days.

Later, Nangongchan left and followed his father back to the north.

"Is this fierce woman going back to the capital?!"

Ming Buyan's mouth twitched, and his buttocks felt a phantom pain.

Although it was Nangong Chan who accompanied Ming Buyan through the dark two years, the way he accompanied her remained fresh in his memory.

As the daughter of the King of Zhenbei, Nangong Chan is naturally not the kind of woman from Xiaojiabiyu. On the contrary, she has a straightforward temperament and a spirit that is not inferior to that of a man.

He often caught Ming Wuyan and asked him to practice martial arts, and ravaged him to pieces.

And even if you make a slight mistake, the other party will not show mercy. He will pick up the board and shine it on your butt and slap him.

You know, at that time, he was the most favored prince in the palace.

Who dares to hit him?

Not even the prince dared.

Only Nangong Chan, the daughter of the Zhenbei King, dared to be so presumptuous.

"My father plans to find a husband for Nangong Chan. It seems he wants to keep her as a hostage in the royal capital, but is it that easy?"

Ming Wuyan chuckled lightly.

A few days later.

Outside the royal capital, several fast horses arrived.

The two people at the front were a man and a woman. The man looked about fifty years old, with a beard and a pair of piercing tiger eyes, while the woman was bright and attractive, with long hair tied into a ponytail, looking capable and shrewd.

Both of them were wearing armor and looked very heroic.

They are none other than Zhenbei King Nangong Fenghuo and Nangong Chan.

"King Capital, we are here."

Nangong Chan looked at the huge royal capital and murmured, and the Ming Wuyan figure he met a few years ago could not help but appear in his mind.

But thinking about the rumors about the other party in the past few years, she frowned slightly.

"Chan'er, please follow me into the palace to meet the saint first."

"yes."

In the court hall, Ming Zhengyuan laughed loudly when he saw the father and daughter of Prince Zhenbei, stood up and walked down from the dragon chair to greet them.

In the entire Daliang, there are only a few people who can be treated like this.

"Fenghuo, long time no see."

Ming Zhengyuan called Nangong Fenghuo's name affectionately.

Nangong Fenghuo cupped his hands and smiled: "Yes, the last time we met was ten years ago, when I sent Chan'er to the palace."

"Yes, ten years have passed in a flash." Ming Zhengyuan said with emotion.

Then Ming Zhengyuan had a banquet hosted, and at the banquet he and Nangong Fenghuo chatted about daily life. The two of them were like friends they hadn't seen for a long time.

Several princes were also secretly observing Nangong Chan.

Although the other party was born in the military, she was outstanding in appearance, and perhaps due to her background, she had a sassy air about her that was not found in the women of the royal capital.

The whole person is sweet and cool.

The princes felt itchy in their hearts as if they were being scratched by a cat.

If such a beautiful woman could marry home, not to mention the good fortune, just being able to become the uncle of Zhenbei Prince's Palace would be enough to make people's hearts flutter.

"Your Majesty, why don't you see the Seventh Prince?"

At this time, Nangongchan suddenly asked.

Hearing this, the atmosphere at the banquet became a little weird.

Ming Zhengyuan snorted softly, "That treacherous son can't get into the elegant hall. He spends all his time looking for fun. When he comes, he makes people upset."

The prince smiled at the side and said: "I remembered that the princess took great care of Xiao Qi back then. Among the princes, you had the best relationship with him. It's a pity that Xiao Qi is not the same person now. He has changed.

Already."

"Yes, he should be in Qunfang Pavilion at this time."

Minglong added on the side.

"Okay, don't mention that useless traitor."

Ming Zhengyuan said calmly.

There was a hint of thought in Nangong Chan's eyes, but she didn't mention it again, but Nangong Fenghuo noticed something and asked, "Where is the Queen?"

The corners of Ming Zhengyuan's mouth twitched slightly.

Good guy.

The people you father and daughter are asking are more embarrassing than the other.

The queen was killed by unknown masters in the cold palace.

He couldn't talk about this.

"The queen made some mistakes, and I asked her to go to the cold palace to reflect."

The prince and the prime minister looked at each other.

Speaking of which, it has been more than two years since the Queen was relegated to the cold palace.

It's time to find a way to release her.

…………

Inside Qunfang Pavilion.

Ming Buyan was listening to music and watching a show, feeling at ease, while down below, some guests who came to have fun gathered together, and they were talking a lot.

The matter discussed is the matter of King Zhenbei entering the royal capital.

"I heard that His Majesty plans to personally choose a husband for the daughter of the King of Zhenbei this time. I don't know which talented family is so lucky to be chosen."

"Tsk, it is said that the Crown Prince and the Second Prince have recruited a group of young talents the day before yesterday and plan to recommend them to His Majesty."

"I'm afraid that King Zhenbei won't marry off his beloved daughter easily."

"Oh, now that we have entered the royal capital, how can we follow his wishes?"

Ming Wuyan was in the Accord on the second floor, listening to the words of the people below, drinking a small drink, and thinking thoughtfully. Peony beside him was rubbing his shoulders and said: "I heard that the princess once took care of His Highness, and I have a deep relationship with His Highness."

.”

"She took care of me for several years."

Ming Wuyan nodded, deeply impressed by Nangong Chan.

Mudan smiled slightly and said, "Your Majesty will officiate the marriage of the princess this time. I wonder if you have any ideas, Your Majesty?"

She knew that Ming Wuyan was not a straw bag in the eyes of others, that his martial arts skills were unfathomable, and that the princess was one of the best among people.

In terms of status, the two of them are a perfect match.

"Ha, what can I have in mind? That fierce woman is nearly ten years older than me." Ming Wuyan curled his lips.

"Speaking of which, I am twenty-four this year, and your Highness is almost six years old." Mudan said quietly.

"Really? But Sister Mudan looks younger than me."

Ming Buyan blinked and said.

While the two were flirting, it suddenly became quiet down below.

When Ming Wuyan went out to take a look, he saw a woman in a red outfit coming to the door. The woman was standing at the door, holding a wooden stick in her hand, with a menacing look, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The woman's eyes swept around Qunfang Pavilion, and then she saw Ming Wuyan on the second floor. She grinned and said, "Little bastard, I found you!"
Chapter completed!