Princess Beiyuan was entered Beijing, and the whole capital was lively.
Ordinary people are scrambling to watch, and I hope that they can see this exotic princess.
The grand and solemn team walked slowly into the palace.
In addition to entering Beijing, in addition to the pro -princess, even the king of Beiyuan came over.
The palace and pro -pro -banquet, the news was passed to the eight kings, it was caught by surprise.
It is said that the candidate to marry Princess Beiyuan at the banquet. This is a very simple thing, but this time, the relatives are a bit different from the tradition.
promise.
As for who the Princess Beiyuan chose, no one has a spectrum.
On the evening of the same day, the grand banquet was held in the hall of the palace.
The layout of luxurious and solemn, even the clothes of the palace people are renewed.
The emperor was sitting on the emperor, a Ming Huanglong robe, a sword eyebrow star, and a majestic dignity. And his left hand was sitting on the right is the king of Beiyuan, and then the lower position was too.
| Zi Fei, then go to the princes and princes, princes, and important ministers in the Central Dynasty.
The right side is basically the northern country.
In the middle, there is a stage, there is a dancer performance, and the sound of silk bamboo is melodious.
Qu Tan'er probably knows the surrounding situation.
There is no virtual position, basically the Qi.
Only the protagonist at the banquet, Princess Kitahara. So why did you go?
It seems to say what to do to perform.
In the end, Qu Tan'er's eyes were curious about the king of the northern country. Brown hair, blue eyes, high nose, white nose ... how rare! And she heard him chatting with the emperor, talking about Chinese, obviously a bit hard,
Moreover, the pronunciation is not accurate, but it can be understood.
"Master, do you say, who would he choose from the pro -princess?" Jing Xin poured a glass of tea for Qu Tan'er, and asked lightly.
"I don't know. But ..." Qu Tan'er looked at the city next to Mo Lian, shook his head sighingly, and he couldn't catch a score for this. Her man, he was too wicked, for fear of it.
Out of the matter, alas. (PS: Compare the heart to the heart, unless the princess is blind, you will not choose Mo Liancheng.)
"If I really chose Wang Ye, what should I do?"
"Liang companion, good." Asked her what to do? What do she know?
"Don't you worry about the master?" The heart of the mirror was doubtful.
Qu Tan'er's little face was close to the heart of the mirror at once, and it was stingy. The yin and yang were weird and asked: "So, do you see it? Are you worried or not worried?" She was worried, very worried, but she was worried that she would be able to stop the emperor of the country.
Decisions? To blame the emperor, how can you promise the condition of Princess Beiyuan Kingdom?
Mo Liancheng tasting tea in idleness, the clouds were light and light.
"Bente, are you ... worry?" Mo Jingxuan jumped several seats and moved to the table of Mo Liancheng, squeezed in, and asked with a slight pressure.
Mo Liancheng raised his eyebrows lightly and asked indifferently: "What do you say to worry about this king?"
Qu Tan'er leaned his lips and inserted it, and said, "Knowing for a long time."
"Yes! Eight 的 is right, pretending to look like." Mo Jingxuan soon wanted to go on the same line as Qu Tan'er, and smiled strangely.
Unexpectedly, a girl glanced at him and politely: "I just said you."
"Uh? Why is it me?" Mo Jingxuan was confused, but he flashed a touch of embarrassment at the bottom of his eyes.