Descent of the Phoenix

Just next to the throne, there was a leopard skin chair at this time, this is the regent throne.

"When the king arrives, the Regent is here."

The loud drink immediately interrupted the sound of the conversation in the temple.

All the officials present, like the waves, quickly stood up from the outer hall to the inner hall, and squatted toward Yeluhong and Haoyue: "Chen and so on, see the king, see the regent."

After the sound was first, it went straight and squatted over the entire hall.

In the first month of the month, holding Yeluhun’s hand, smiling with a smile, walked slowly from the middle of the ladder toward the tiger-skin chair on the highest floor.

Along the way, all the hundred officials stood in the same position and insisted on Christine.

The fire was burning and it was warm as summer.

The sleeves were lightly swept, gently passing over the fire on the edge of the ladder, without a trace of wind, a thing in the sleeves of the moon, slipped into the fire, and quickly melted, no one noticed.

The fireworks are lingering, flying above the hall.

Slowly on the highest level of the high platform, Haoyue took Yeluhong to sit on the tiger-skin chair, and he sat sideways on the leopard-skin chair, and Ouyang stood behind the moon.

Wonderful eyes swept through the group of ministers below.

The state banquet was filled with the husband and wife of the Manchu dynasty. Today, I saw only a literary minister of civil and military affairs, and I did not see a generation of women and children.

Especially on the third floor of the high platform, all of them are the people of the Northern Shepherd royal family.

Humph.

"The courtiers are excused, the year is closed, the whole day is celebrated, and the ministers do not have to be polite." Yeluhong waved his hand, and he said that he was born in the past, and said the next sentence.

"Xie Wang Shang." The voice shouted in unison, and the ministers slowly settled.

Stretching his hand and getting up the wine glasses on the front case, the moon toasted slowly toward the ministers: "The old year has passed, it is the year of the year, the king does not say anything extra, just wish me a drink." Beimu is getting better and better."

The voice fell, and the moon raised another toast.