Xiaoyin, that's called a grievance, hiding in Xiaohong's arms to comfort the injured soul.
"Haha..." Seeing this, Luo Yu originally thought that he should be calm, but he couldn't, so he laughed happily.
Yun Shitian glared at Xiaoyin and Xiaohong who were causing damage with a cold face, stretched out his hand to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and took the birthday gift given to Luoyu by Jun Yun and his wife with one hand.
While hugging Luo Yu's waist tightly, he raised his head and shouted: "Come here, prepare a feast to celebrate the princess's birthday today."
Celebrating the princess’s birthday...the voice spread far away and resounded throughout Wangtianyading.
"No need, now at this time..."
"Being busy is not as important as your sixteenth birthday."
"Yes, your birthday is more important."
The autumn wind is blowing, this is a festive season.
As soon as Luo Yu's sixteenth birthday was spread, the entire Wangtianya moved.
Even as Yun Shitian said, even though he was busy, he still had time to celebrate Luo Yu's coming-of-age ceremony, although the time was rushed and he couldn't keep up with the grandeur and elegance.
The green smoke is rising, and in an instant, the horizon is filled with joy.
Yun Qiong personally took charge of the operation. In an instant, there were troupes performing acrobatics, dancing dragons and phoenixes, brocade lanterns... looking solemnly at the horizon, and it was extremely lively in an instant.
The setting sun is like fire, falling in an instant.
The silver moon rises into the sky, and the moon palace takes over the east.
All the powerful ministers and high-ranking officials in Wang Tianya were present with their wives. Even in a hurry, the gifts were prepared to fill almost half of Wang Tianya's palace.
These days, who doesn't know that to please their soon-to-be princess Jun Luoyu is to please their king Yun Shitian.
The night is dark, the palace lanterns are shining brightly, and you can see the entire sky above the horizon.
The square in front of the huge political palace was packed with people, and the sounds of laughter and congratulations could be heard all the time.
The wine was served like water, and the servants who came and went were so busy that they could hardly touch the floor.
In the huge square, the lights were bright at this time, and there was a group of palace dance guards with swords in each hand, naked to the waist, with fine iron armor around their waists, and bare feet.
Accompanied by the exciting sound of war drums, they formed formations and danced with swords in a high-spirited manner.
The strong and mighty man, the dazzling flames, the majestic roar,