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The prime minister's office won again.
The prime minister's office won again.
The prime minister's office won again.
The prime minister's office won again.
By this time, many young ladies had already dropped their arrows on the rockery in front of the pavilion. Some of them were stronger, others were weaker, and even the rockery could not be dropped at all. The arrows fell directly into the green pond.
Ladies screamed and lamented one after another, with a depressed and anxious face.
If Cherish took Yan Ling's hand and whispered something in her ear, Yan Ling hesitated a little and nodded her head. When all the young ladies threw almost, Yan Huoling ran put his five arrows in Prince Zhan Yunfeng's pavilion and put them all in a throwing jar.
Only five arrows filled the prince's pitcher, and no one was allowed to insert them again.
Yanling looked at Prince Qiushui with a gentle look on her face. He leaned slightly and blessed the prince gracefully. There were beautiful women in the north, but he became independent after his death. He cares about the city and the beauty of the countryside. "The pot of the prince, Yanling is all in the middle."
The audience was stunned by Yan Ling's action and looked at Yan Ling with waiting eyes for a while.
Throw a pot, throw a pot, and put an arrow in the gazebo. Is it also called throwing? Feelings are simple, anyone can throw them in.
Don't want to, the prince of cham YunFeng eyes flashing, show the color of approval, to yan ling nodded slightly: ...
Should be what you need.