Mengxue, studio. Bing Ning hurriedly rushed to the window and gestured to Xia Xing inside, "Princess, princess, princess, come out, come out quickly......" Xia Xing glanced at her twice, put down the paintbrush, bowed to the Jiang lady, and walked out of the studio around the back door. As soon as he came out, he met Bing Ning, "What's so urgent?" "Oh, princess, something is wrong, you, this, princess, come with me."

Bing Ning pulled Xia Xing behind a tree, and then said anxiously: "Emperor Jing wants to choose a prince to marry the princess, and the palace is now spread all over the palace, and they are all guessing which palace prince it is, and among them, there are the most people who say the five princes." Xia Xing's eyes sank and stroked his ......

"The Prosperous Age of Phoenix Power" 117, I choose a simile is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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