C49 Phoenix Begs Phoenix

Inside the carriage, Chen Xiaowu waved his arms uncomfortably. The sleeves of his official robe were too long. He could always drag himself to the ground and trip his own feet.

Mo Yan squatted down and tied a knot on his long sleeves. He carefully tidied Chen Xiaowu's appearance and appearance. He was meticulous and devout.

In the narrow sedan chair