Nanfei

, the phoenix falls, the ancestral foundation can last forever, and the prosperity will be prosperous again.

All the old officials were stunned by Queen Mother Qiao's mysterious and mysterious words.

The phoenix crows to the sky, the male phoenix falls, why not?

After returning home, I was restless, looking through ancient books, looking for clues.

It wasn't until the spring of [-] that Nanfei and Guan understood what Feng Mingtian was.

The emperor personally performed and crowned the concubine Nan, bestowed the inscription on the table, and called Fengming.

In the autumn of one year, when everything was supposed to be sluggish, a hundred flowers were in full bloom, and the whole imperial garden was shining with golden light. Those who were lucky enough to witness the spectacle for many years still lamented that it was a waste of life to see this scene.

A lin'er descended from heaven, named Feng.

Qi Zhan hugged Lin'er, who was just a full moon baby, and held his concubine Qi Yu tightly with his big hand to receive worship from all directions at the Chaoyang Gate.

Yongshou Palace.

The Empress Dowager Qiao beamed with joy and urged everyone to put all the playthings imaginable in the sky on the bright red carpet.

When the pilgrimage is over, it is Sun's grasping Zhouli, which is sloppy.

When the cherries are red and the plantains are green, the Empress Dowager Qiao sincerely hopes that they will bloom and bear fruit again in the coming year.