Chapter 249

Name：Descent of the Phoenix 13 Years Old Princess Consort Author：Yi Shi Feng Liu
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There are three rows of gold seats in an arc under the stand.

It's made of gold, and the eyebrow color of Ryukyu moon moves.

I don't think she has ever seen anyone take the golden chair in Tianchen Kingdom and the imperial palace of the later Jin Dynasty, except for Xuanyuan Yi, the emperor of Tianchen, and the leader of the later Jin Dynasty.

Today, there are so many places in this area. They are rich enough.

At this time, the golden chairs are almost full, only four seats are available in the center of the front, and all the seats are occupied.

The people here, one by one, are ordinary. They can't be found by the crowd if they look really down. If they are more ordinary, they will be more ordinary.

One of them has a patch on his shoulder.

It's really out of proportion to the gold chair and the rich hall.

However, the people on it are all self-confident and have no improper looks. It's generous to take a closer look at the hidden lights.

It seems that they are not ordinary people.

Looking at Chen Fei coming in, all of you get up and bow to Chen Fei.

Chenfei waved and didn't say anything. He went straight to his seat. The others didn't say much. He still sat down and looked at their things. There was no expression of excitement.

After Chen Fei sat in the first row, Ryukyu took a look at the three foot green peak sword on the high platform. It was very sharp, but she couldn't see any other meaning except sharpness. Her research on cold weapons was not enough.

The folding fan gently beats the palm of his hand, but Yunzhao raises his eyebrows and lowers his voice: "good thing."

Hearing this, Ryukyu glanced at Yunzhao.

Yunzhao felt that Liuyue looked at him, but he didn't turn his head. He just leaned on Liuyue's side slightly, and pressed his mosquito like voice to Liuyue's ear and said, "the sword of the snow Lord of Liuli country three hundred years ago is superior."

Three hundred years ago, it turned out to be an antique. Ryukyu's heart flashed this thought.

"Ten thousand liang of gold, is there anyone else to add?" As soon as the thought flashed by, the old man with white hair on the high platform looked at Chen Fei's voice.