Descent of the Phoenix: 13 Years Old Princess Consort - Chapter 945
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Chapter 945

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At last there was nothing to restrain her, nothing to stop her.

Raise your hand, Ryukyu holds xuanyuanche's hand back.

There is no superfluous words, no superfluous actions, just two hands holding each other, but the excitement and excitement have been completely transferred from hand to hand.

How come these days are all good days.

Outside the window, the sun is shining, the flowers are fragrant, and the original Southern Song Dynasty imperial palace is a collection of fine flowers. At this time, the flowers are even more charming.

Happy, really happy.

Doing things is also like flowing clouds and water, showing the good mood of xuanyuanche everywhere.

Meeting with Yunzhao, regular reception in the main hall, greetings from both sides, and positioning of the current border between the two countries Wait a minute. It's going very well.

In a twinkling of an eye, it's time for the lights to shine.

The regular reception of the feast began.

In the open space in front of the palace.

At this time, there were already a lot of people talking about it. There were so many women and eunuchs coming and going. They wanted to win a prize in front of the new master. It was also a solid and lively work.

The lanterns are flying, and the wine and delicacies are flowing.

Acrobatics, music and dance almost dazzle everyone's eyes.

Right in front of the open space, xuanyuanche sits on the throne in a black and Gold Dragon Robe, while Ryukyu is still in his ordinary costume, leaning on the big chair to watch the fire swallowing performance in front of him. He is in a good mood.

And in xuanyuanche's left hand side, a blue robe of Yunzhao sits first, and opposite him is the original Prince of the Southern Song Dynasty, and now Tianchen is the prince..

After the two of them, Qiu Wen and other senior officials of the sky formed two sides with the former senior officials of the Southern Song Dynasty, winding down.

Seems to get along quite well.

The night is like ink, shrouded in the sky.