Chapter 1977

"It's just a matter of grace."

The fat lady said a word only half, outside suddenly one after another the report sound rang, the front courtyard disorderly footsteps came one after another.

"Empress Dowager Yizhi?"

The city Lord and the fat lady were stunned, then immediately stood up, and the whole family welcomed them out.

But the man woman then mercilessly wrinkled the frown, drags the Xuan Yuan Xuan to walk out.

"It was carried by heaven, and the Empress Dowager ordered that ya Rong was very happy to have a son-in-law. She was very happy to have her husband in the palace. She was very pleased to see this."

When the imperial edict was issued, the city leaders of Junjia were stunned.

This news also spread too fast, the Empress Dowager in Mohe capital knows.

The eldest sister of the man's mother-in-law named Ya Rong looks at the man's mother-in-law pitifully with a silent sign. You can't run away. The queen mother wants to see you play.

The Empress Dowager is their mother's aunt. This relationship is close.

"The queen said," please come to the palace immediately. " The father-in-law from the palace smiled brightly, especially when he saw Xuanyuan Xuan held in his arms by his mother-in-law.

Junjia City Lord's family heard that Qi Dynasty men and women spread their hands. They were very gloating that they could not help.

Kwai Po and Xuanyuan Xuan are fast feet at the foot of the ban.

When it was too late to clean up, they were shoved into the carriage and carried away.

The world is beautiful with the summer wind.

Mohe palace, Empress Dowager West Palace.

Seeing more glass, agate, gold and jade, xuanyuanxuan would not be surprised if he came to the immortal's mansion now. Instead, he would like to go home and become self-confident.

Small steps in the West Palace.

On the white jade big chair, the graceful empress Mohe, smiling and angry, looked at the rigid man woman.

Sitting side by side with a man and a woman in the broom is not like a husband, but like a son's Xuanyuan Xuan.

Not angry looking at the man woman said: "you child, how so chaotic, this marriage can be so fooled, is really angry."

Looking at the Empress Dowager at the age of fifty, the woman shook her head and said, "no trouble."

"No, it's almost the same for such a small child to be your son. My husband, do you really need to be angry and mournful to think about it?"