Song Xianggong is bent on his own way. Although he has some worries in his heart, his long-cherished dream is just around the corner. How can Song Xianggong give up?
Soon a group of ministers and honor guards came with all kinds of things.
"Go!" Song Xianggong drinks a lot.
"Hum!"
Some powerful officials reached out and held up a white cloud to hold up a team of nearly 500 people
Five hundred people flew towards the center of the jar.
"whew!" ——
Chrysanthemum terrace in the center of Yudi
The king of Chu took his seat first, followed by all his subordinates.
A group of the dukes followed, and among this group of dukes, there were two figures in black robes, with black hats wrapped around their heads, which made people unable to see clearly.
Far away, Jiang Tai and Man Zhong carefully looked at the center of the jar.
"The two black people in a group of the duke? Is it also the duke of Chu? " Jiang tai curious way
"Maybe, everyone in the alliance period is very particular!" Manzhong nodded
"Kings of all countries have already gone. Why hasn’t Song Xianggong come yet?" Jiang tai frown way
"Soon?"
At another mountain peak
Yan, Jison eyebrows looked at.
"In that day, the dragon struck and settled down in the hut. Are those two black people sitting there? Is it the duke of Chu? " Jison frown way
"Is there any grandson of the King of Chu who has never been seen?" Yan Hao qi Dao
"Mr. Yan, look over there!" Jison suddenly gave me a sneer.
Yan looked but saw a valley not far away. At the moment, there were a group of grotesque people, some with horns, some with wings on their backs and some with long tails. Among them were the bodhi old zu in blue robe.
"Group of demon together! I don’t know if it was Song or Chu! " Jison sneer at a way
Taking nodded eyes more dignified.
At this time, a white cloud floated in the north, with about 500 people. The first one was wearing a king’s robe and showing his dignity.
The glow of white clouds shines all over the world with the lashing of rainbow.
"Song Wang is here!" Juhuatai screamed out all over.
Chapter 43 The burial is easy
Chrysanthemum terrace is paved with chrysanthemums, and a sea of flowers only reserves the center and the place where kings of various countries settle down.
The chrysanthemum terrace is also covered with several chrysanthemums.
The sea of flowers stretches and soldiers from all over the world are also in the sea of flowers.
There are more than ten thousand soldiers in every country.
In addition to the small number of countries, most of the 15 countries have brought 10 thousand soldiers to show their majesty in the chrysanthemum sea
Chrysanthemum overseas
Some people in various countries are not convenient to stay in the Quartet.
A palace in the state of Zheng
Minister Qu Wu of Chu is here at the moment, and there is a woman next to Xia Ji, the four beauties of Heaven.
"Juhua Haiqu’s adult, you are really generous!" Xia Ji sighed.
The flower sea is shocking enough for men, and it is more lethal to women.
Qu wu is twist a head to see Xia Ji eyes flashed a desire "flexor adult? Do you still call it that? "
Xia Ji looked at Qu Wu’s eyebrows slightly wrinkled and bit his lips. "Qu’s adult, you still don’t say that!"
"Ha ha ha what can’t? Did you go back on your word again? " Qu Wu is laughed
"My daughter is an unlucky person. I don’t want to hurt you!" Xia Ji shook his head wry smile way
"No, I don’t care!" Qu Wu shook his head a way
"When Chen Linggong died in the past, the king of Chu led his troops into Wanqiu. After seeing me, he wanted to accept my princess. You said that I was an ominous person and dismissed the idea of the king. Later, Fu also wanted to marry my wife. You also said that I was an ominous person and stopped them. If you want to marry me, how can you explain to them? What does the king of Chu think of you? " Xia Ji frown way
"I know it’s immoral. I know it’s short-lived to marry you? I’m short-lived, and I’ll do anything to marry you! " Flexor wu holding a fist firm way
Xia Ji suddenly looked at Quwu Xia Ji, who was in her sixties, but she looked like a seventeen-year-old girl. Quwu’s hair was a little gray but she was still in spirit.
"Are you sure? I am an unlucky person! " Xia Ji some trembling way
"I’m sure!" Qu Wu certainly nodded.
Xia Ji Chu is once again a widow. The king of Chu and Fu don’t marry Xia Ji, but it doesn’t mean that they can’t get Xia Ji’s body.
The son was also killed in those days. Although Xia Ji enjoyed prosperity, Chu was like a plaything, and no one wanted to give her a future.
At the moment, Qu Wuyan said that he would marry her, and Xia Ji was shocked.
"hmm!" Xia Ji nodded.
"Ha ha ha ha!" Qu Wu is satisfied with laughter-
Chrysanthemum Stage
Behind the throne of Zheng stands a group of genera.
