Descent of the Phoenix

At last there was nothing to restrict her, nothing could stop her move.

Raise his hand and hold Xuanyuan's hand backwards.

There is no extra words, no extra movements, just hands clasped, but the excitement and excitement have been completely passed from the hand to the other side.

Why is this a good time?

The sun is shining outside the window, the flowers are fragrant, and the original South Song Dynasty Palace is a collection of fine flowers. At this time, the floral fragrance is very charming.

Happy, really happy.

Doing things is also like flowing, and the good mood of Xuanyuan Che is everywhere.

Meeting with Yunchao, the reception of the regular hall, the greetings from both sides, the positioning of the borders between the two countries, and so on, it was a very smooth journey.

In a twinkling of an eye, it was time for the Chinese lanterns to start.

The routine welcoming feast begins.

On the open space in front of the main hall of the palace.

At this time, it has already been full of people, and the eunuchs who come and go to the palace are like a shuttle. They want to discuss the color in front of the new master. It is even more solid and lively.

Hua Deng flying, wine and food are generally on the water.

Geisha juggling, music dance, almost want to shake everyone's eyes.

Right in front of the open space, Xuanyuan Che is sitting on the main position in a black gold robes. He is still wearing a normal costume next to him. He leans against the big chair and looks at the swallowing performance in front of him. He is in a good mood.

In the left hand side of Xuanyuan Che, the cloud robe of the blue robe sits first, and the opposite of him is the original Prince of the Southern Song Dynasty. Now Tianchen is the prince. .

Behind the two of them, the autumn officials and other high-ranking officials, and the original Southern Song Dynasty officials become both sides, squatting down.

It seems that getting along is quite harmonious.

The night is like ink, shrouded in the sky.