MTL - Transmigrated Into the Film King’s Little Wife-Chapter 38 (2)

Grandpa and grandma have passed away long ago, so the grandpa she is talking about should be the old man.

Little girl, you really have a heart.

The old **** took out a handful of highland barley seeds from his pocket, held them into a hollow fist, and dropped the highland barley seeds onto the drum surface of the sheepskin drum from left to right. He chanted scriptures while spreading, and the ancient Qiang language was mixed with the sound of fire, which had a kind of magical power.

All the highland barley seeds fell and scattered into a pattern on the sheepskin drum.

The old **** looked down, then raised his head and said, "The elder is all right."

Qi Mo and Liang Wen breathed a sigh of relief, and bowed to the old **** to thank him.

At this time, Ying Shunchen raised his hand and said: "I have something to ask the old **** for instructions!"

#啊啊啊 My husband is here!

#What do I want to divination?

#May my minister be happy in everything and always be happy.

#I still don't mind the old fairy saying that my subject is in charge. What the **** is going on. I can't sleep if I don't understand.

Ying Shunchen asked the director team for a piece of paper and a pen, wrote a sentence on it, rolled it up and handed it to the old god.

"??" Everyone: Can you still do this?

#What is my minister doing? Why not let everyone see it?

#What did you write? Very impatient!

#Guess not! Let's see what the old fairy said.

The old fairy opened the paper, and there was a line of forceful words on it: When will my daughter-in-law be pregnant?

Followed by a line of fine print: please keep it secret thank you!

The old **** looked at Ying Shunchen, "Extend your hand!"

Ying Shunchen handed over his right hand, with the palm facing up, asking the old **** to look at it.

The old fairy looked again and again, raised his head and said, "In the spring of eight years later."

After speaking, throw the note into the firepit.

The tongue of fire licked the paper, and the paper was instantly reduced to ashes.

Ying Shunchen: "..."

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