Descent of the Phoenix

"The purpose is to come."

The fat lady said half of it, and the screams of the outside suddenly rang, and the footsteps of the front yard rushed.

"The Queen Mother?"

The city owner and the fat lady were together, and immediately stood up, and the whole family greeted them.

The man and the woman frowned and frowned, and Xuan Xuan walked out.

"Fengtian carrier, the Empress Dowager, now Yarong is a great joy, the mourner is gratified, and the special Xuan Yarong takes the husband into the palace, one view, and this."

The book was issued, and the family of Jiacheng City was stunned.

The news is also too fast, and I know it in the Empress Dowager.

The big sister who called Yarong’s man’s wife, looked at the man’s wife with a look of pity, silently indicated that you couldn’t run away, and the Queen Mother had to watch you play.

The Queen Mother is the relatives and aunts of their mothers. This relationship is close.

"The Queen Mother said, please Miss Yarong and the husband to enter the palace immediately." The father-in-law from the palace, with a big smile, especially seeing Xuanyuan Xuan, who was held in his arms by the man, smiled even more brilliantly.

The main family of Jiacheng City, I heard that Qi Qi had spread the hand to the man, and it was quite gloating to show that he could help.

The man and Xuan Xuan Xuan, in the hands of the banned army fast.

Nothing was too late to clean up, it was stuffed into the carriage and transported away.

The summer wind boasted, the world is beautiful and colorful.

Mohe Palace, Empress Dowager.

Seeing a lot of glazed agate gold inlaid jade, even if you come to a **** house, Xuanyuan Xuan will not be surprised, but it is like going home, self-contained.

The West Palace is a small step in the temple.

On the white jade chair, a beautiful Ms. Mohe, a smiling face and a sullen look at a hard man.

Sitting in the sweep and sitting side by side with the man, unlike the husband, but like the son of Xuanyuan Xuan.

I didn’t look at the man’s poem and said: “How can you be so chaotic in this child, this marriage event can be so fooled, really irritating.”

The man looked at the Queen Mother, who was fifty years old, and shook his head: "There is no chaos."

"I still said no, such a small child is almost the same as your son, husband, you really want to suffocate the sorrow to think about it?"