The guards wanted to stop them, but said that the master ordered that they had to report to the ice clan to add personnel first, but were shocked by the harsh words of the lady in white. Luo Xing'er's suspicion became stronger and stronger.
The carriage came to the street where the ice tribes lived. Next to the street in the center is the ancestral hall of the ice tribe. Because the place is relatively large, Luo Xing'er specially allowed the elderly, weak, and young children who had no labor to gather here together.
Some medicines and the power crystals you bought are classified into categories.
So many elderly and children gathered in the ancestral hall. When they saw Luo Xing'er coming back, they greeted him happily.
Luo Xing'er asked the lady to wait, she wanted to go down and give some instructions.
The lady in white looked up and stared at the much-destroyed ancestral hall. Her slender body shook violently, her breathing suddenly became rapid, and her eyes became very painful.
"It's boring if I go down with you, it's boring to sit in the carriage." The lady also walked down.
Luo Xing'er didn't care. She walked in and saw how the herbs and crystals were sorted out.
But I didn't notice that the lady in white stood in front of the Ice Clan's ancestral hall, and kept looking at the spiritual throne worshipped inside, looking at the names of the once famous figures of the Ice Clan, her body kept trembling, almost
faint.
She shook her fingers, her eyes filled with tears, and finally she couldn't help but stretch out her feet and wanted to walk in.
"Stop, this is not what you should come in."
Suddenly there was a sound of horse hooves behind, and an old and mighty voice broke out like a big knife, with a sharp voice with an unquestionable decision.
The white-clothed lady trembled, and her feet were stretched out and she didn't dare to fall down. She stood there stiffly.
This incident also alarmed Luo Xing'er, who was chatting with the old children inside. She turned around in amazement, but saw Xue Yangxi jumping off the horse, standing at the door like a cold statue, and not allowing the lady in white to approach.
.
There was a deep pain on his old face, and anger, pain, helplessness, and various complex emotions were firm and cold in his turbid eyes.
His eyes were like a knife, and he yelled at the white-clothed lady, "Do you still have the face to walk into this place? Let's go, don't come back, no one here welcomes you."
The lady in white trembled all over, and her body seemed to be struck by lightning. She was in a state of pain and was almost unable to stand firm.
Her eyes widened, she stared at the old man in front of her in a daze, fell into a distant memory, with a dazed look and murmured: "Emperor...Uncle!"
Her soft name stimulated the old people over fifty years old in the ancestral hall like a spell. They looked at this scene in confusion just now, looking at this woman who seemed to be similar.
But when he heard Xue Yangxi scolding her like that, he also heard her name Xue Yang Uncle Xi. Such a title belongs to only one person, and those hazy memories were awakened at once.
This person... turned out to be the queen, she is not dead yet.
The shocking emotions spread throughout everyone in the ancestral hall.
Luo Xing'er was even more shocked and stared at the lady in white. Queen Xue Rongrong was not dead, but this lady called Xue Yang Uncle Xi, and her painful expression and Xue Yang Xi's sad and angry expression were all
It shows that her identity is self-evident.
Luo Xing'er never expected that she would bring back Queen Xue Rongrong.