Qingcheng was very nervous now. Even if she didn't look up at the man, she knew that Murong Jue was staring at her, but she lowered her head and didn't see the understanding and fleeting cold light in his eyes.
Everyone stared at Qingcheng's every move, watching her sprinkle the powder in the porcelain bottle on two pots of ruined roses. The powder that was only the size of a fingernail instantly turned pink, then turned white, and finally a light blue.
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Just when the medicine powder changed, two butterflies flew into the hall. They were the chasing butterflies of the Snow Palace, and they could identify the unique smell of the human body!
Qingcheng stood up and raised her plain white catkins. What was shocking was that the two chasing butterflies landed on her fingertips quietly and spiritually, and followed her words as she spat out softly.
After the command, he flapped his wings and took off again.
"Find the person who possesses the fragrance of rose flowers!" Qingcheng said, and then two colorful chasing butterflies began to circle in the hall.
Everyone was very nervous, and even looked up at the flying saucers with curiosity, wanting to know whether these two little creatures were really so magical that they could find the culprit that destroyed the rose.
Among these people, only Murong Jue knew how powerful Xueyi Palace Zhuidie was, otherwise he would not have used invisible powder to avoid the seven-color Zhuidie in Xiao Ran's hand not long ago...
Murong Jue's eyes had darkened, and there was a coldness that was hard to detect. He looked at Qingcheng, pursed his thin lips slightly, and did not say another word.
Just when everyone was curiously looking at who the double disc would land on, the two colorful butterflies that became the protagonists in the hall first stayed on one of the men who just moved the roses for a few seconds, then flew up again, and landed again on
On Grandma Cui.
Such a light touch made Grandma Cui's eyes visibly flinch, and before anyone else could speak, she shouted emotionally and anxiously: "Your Majesty, this old slave has been wronged..."
No one in the hall dared to breathe hard anymore. At the moment when Aunt Cui shouted, they all lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly at Murong Jue, let alone his pair of dark eyes... Only Qingcheng dared to