MTL - Descent of the Phoenix-v2 Chapter 1994 Che Yue furious 1

The wind is screaming and murderous.

The civil and military officials were in the DPRK, and the capital was banned in the night. The Forbidden Hall was brightly lit.

People in the entire capital are waking up, and it’s not going to be a day.

How did you suddenly ring the bell? When the Mohe has been ringing the clock for several hundred years? What is the big deal in the end? Actually, the bell sounds in the middle of the night?

Has the thorn pear attacked? Beimu over the mountains and over the mountains have attacked?

Natural disaster? Man and man? What happened to this?

It is in the midst of the sorrow of all of them, because the Mohe Emperor was not in the capital at this time, and the palace was all reported to the Queen Mother.

At this time, the Empress Dowager, no longer, was replaced by anger and absolute anger.

A face of iron, the Empress Dowager sat in a high chair, looking at the red woman and man in front of her head.

There is Xuan Xuan Xuan who is shrunk and sleeps on the ground.

"boom."

A loud noise, the Empress Dowager's fan on the jade table, the whole person shivered: "Drunk, drunk, because of drunk.

You, okay, it’s very good. "Trembling and looking at her angry, more red-headed woman and man, it is not fear but anger, anger.

The woman in red did not dare to be at this moment, and the low head of the head hangs: "The child does not know that he will be like this when he is drunk..."

"Meal bucket, you can't hold a child, don't know, this is the consequence you don't know." The Queen's slap on the table and squatted.

A few steps forward, grabbed the woman's arm in the red dress, and yelled at the direction of the Purple House outside the temple. "I don't know, look at it, look at it."

Now the civil and military officials gather in the main hall, and the entire imperial city is stationed in the army, and there is fear in the inside and outside of the capital.

This is the price you don't know.

As a long princess, you are too much on weekdays, but the mourners don’t ask.

Now, you tell the mourner, how to deal with the things ahead? How to deal with it?

You told the mourner how to tell them, this is a play, because you drunk the three-year-old child, he ran to the imperial clock that had not been touched for a hundred years.