Descent of the Phoenix 13 Years Old Princess Consort

The wind is full of fear and killing spirit.

All the civil and military officials went to the court. The city was forbidden to garrison at night, and the Forbidden Palace was full of lights.

All the people in the capital woke up and were in a panic all day.

Why did the bell ring suddenly? Mohe hasn't rung this bell many times in hundreds of years? What's the big deal? How could the bell ring in the middle of the night?

Is Rosa coming? Has the northern herdsman come over the mountain?

A natural disaster? Man made? What's the matter with this?

In the panic of all the people, because the emperor Mohe is not in the capital at this time, all the important affairs of the Imperial Palace are reported to the Empress Dowager.

At this time, the Empress Dowager's West Palace, panic is gone, instead of anger, absolute anger.

A face of iron green, Mohe empress dowager disheveled sitting in a high chair, looking at the eyes of the red woman and the woman with the head down.

And xuanyuanxuan, who was lying on the ground and was sleeping.

"Bang."

With a loud sound, the Empress Dowager Mohe slapped her hand on the jade table, and the whole person trembled angrily: "drunk, drunk, because drunk.

Hello, you guys. It's just great. " Trembling, pointing at her anger, the red dress woman and the man's mother with her head lowered more and more, they were not afraid but angry, trembling angrily.

At this time, the woman in red dare not be pretentious. She lowered her head and said: "my son didn't know that he would come out like this when he was drunk..."

"You are a child, you can't see it. You don't know. This is the result you don't know." The Empress Dowager slapped on the table and stood up.

A few steps forward to grab the arm of the woman in red, pull it hard to let her face the direction of the forbidden hall outside the hall, and roar: "I don't know, look, look.

Now all the civil and military officials gather in the main hall, the whole Imperial City garrison moves, and there is a panic inside and outside the capital.

That's the price you don't know.

As a long princess, you go a little too far in ordinary times. I don't care.

Now, you say to the mourner, how to deal with the matter in front of you? How to deal with it?

How do you tell the mourners to tell them that this is a play? This is because you intoxicated the three-year-old child, who ran to bump the king clock that hasn't been moved in a hundred years.