Descent of the Phoenix 13 Years Old Princess Consort - LightNovelsOnl.com
You're reading novel online at LightNovelsOnl.com. Please use the follow button to get notifications about your favorite novels and its latest chapters so you can come back anytime and won't miss anything.
Chapter 704
It's a good spring to dance in the morning.
XiaGu mountain is undulating and winding. Although it is inferior to qiandang mountain, the largest group of mountains in the Southern Song Dynasty, it has its own flavor.
At this time of spring, flowers are in full bloom, gra.s.s is green and thriving.
Qingmei is a hero when it's boiled. XiaGu mountain is a place where tea and wine are tasted. Ryukyu and xuanyuanche are really rare. It's a pity that there is no Qingmei at this time of year. They can't be heroes.
Swim with your arms and watch the three colors of Tianshui.
Ryukyu and xuanyuanche, not a little anxious and eager, but more like a leisure tourist, leisure.
The sun flies, and in a flash it's three or four days.
The birds are singing and the sun is dancing.
Turning his fingertips, Ryukyu squinted at the pigeons parked on his fingers and smiled, "here they are. "
Xuanyuanche glanced at the message from autumn trace. Dugu ye and Yunzhao had talked with the leader of the Southern Song Dynasty and left today.
In fact, the two pedestrians have turned to XiaGu mountain. I don't know what Dugu ye and Yunzhao talked about with the leader of the Southern Song Dynasty. Now it doesn't matter. As long as I wait here, I'm afraid that he will not be able to unite with the Southern Song Dynasty.
This is the League of intrigue, to defeat, in an instant.
Look at each other and smile, Ryukyu xuanyuanche walked hand in hand, finally came.
Sunset, orange cage all over the sky, sprinkle the setting sun. The sound of horses is as dim as wind and fire.
Night fell and a dark fire flashed.
"Here it is. " Yunzhao's handsome face is full of repressed solemnity and excitement. He holds the map in his hand and points to the place where the thick green gra.s.s has been poked in the middle of the mountain belly to expose the huge stone gate.
The moon shed from the air, s.h.i.+ning the green mark of the stone door.
Lofty and mottled, hundreds of years of precipitation, the stone gate has not the original style, become old, but the neat, but no less than any modern architecture, intact standing.
