Chapter 37

Xiao Yan was on the cold ground and looked determined.
This eldest son has always been a steady and introverted temper, with ambition, but it is very appropriate, and it is the first time to rebel against himself.
Xiao Hui stared at him for a long while, opening: "If you don't stop you today, what are you going to do?"
"Children..."
Waiting for him to go on, Xiao Hui said: "Is it necessary to break into the hall? Is it rushing to kill people?"
"So--" He sneered and raised his voice. "How do you let your emperor go back to the palace!"
Xiao Yan was shocked.
"I know that you are good to Naner, but also to save the younger brother, and suddenly stunned..." Xiao Hui sighed. "Why don't you think about it? It's just that this thing can't be done, and you have ordered the dragon to stab." You can feel at ease."
"There is no respect for the children, why the emperor has not returned to the palace?" Xiao Wang Ye was robbed in the daytime, but it was already late at night.
The Qinglong thorn is the secret secret guard of the emperors of all ages. They are all elite soldiers. It is rumored that there can be one enemy in the battlefield. It is reasonable to save the little prince but only between them.
Xiao Hui’s eyes are sharp:
This is a matter of self-discipline, tired, and you go back.

"..." Xiao Yan's lips, after all, still unwilling to get up, "children retired."
The traitor of the Qinglong thorn, he has speculation, but lacks a confirmed opportunity. Xiao Hui looked at the back of the eldest son, tiredly closed his eyes and leaned back on the back of the chair.
Sitting on this seat, he sacrificed himself and Gu Yannan. He has done too much regret in his life, but never thought about stopping.
For a person like him, only the real result is the most important. For the younger son, he can give endless favors, but only that point of connivance is not enough to make him override the interests.
Yannan, forgive me.

{This is an era of looking at the face. }
Luo Shitu faintly summed up.
He turned his head and smiled at the spring wolf that was waiting for himself. The other person immediately went from blushing to the neck root and came up with his hands to help wear clothes.
In the past few days, the pavilion was busy preparing for the squad. As one of the candidates, Luo Shitu was also trained temporarily, such as gestures, eyes, and even breath.
As long as he didn't overdo it, he was very cooperative. With the natural advantage of the face, the old man looked at his eyes day by day, and he almost certainly won this time in the battles organized by several shacks.
"Lianhua son, you are more secure, although tonight is a squad, but my mother wants to cultivate you well, and will not ruin the son." Seeing Luo Shutu look turned depressed, Chunhe comforted.
No, he is not worried about selling, he is worried about the so-called color art skills!
The competition in the Fengyue place is naturally more or less with some emotion/color. The color art is still normal, and the technique is completely beyond what he can master. At least in the witness hall, after a diligent practice with a cucumber, he gave it a slap - a hundred bets. This definitely means bed technology. !
Fortunately, the old man did not force him in this regard, only said that he would find a help from the son; Luo Shitu said that he doubted how this was a help?
However, he lived very comfortably in the pavilion. He was not able to sell him for the time being. He was served deliciously and deliciously every day. He only needed to lick his fingers to count the people in the palace and the north of the season to appear.
During this period, the Royal Palace did not leak the news at half point. It must have been Xiao Hui’s pressure. If he did something, he would not be disgraced.
According to Luo Shitu’s prediction, the next day in the palace, the sneak sneaked in, but after four days, there was no movement.
I know that he is here, but there is no immediate action. Although I don’t know the reason, I think that Xiao Hui’s character can only be patiently waiting for the best and most reasonable time to take people out of the library cleanly. Things are round and round, and there are no traces left.
In other words, he is waiting for the night of the flower.
It is said that it is night. In fact, the opening time is very early. At the end of the day, there are guests who have entered the hall of Douhuakui.
When I was at the time of application, the outside was just like the market. Luo Shitu’s appearance was relatively backward. So he didn’t have time to eat, and he was dragged to the back to wait for the stage.
In front of him is the famous head of the Castle Peak Museum. It looks rather feminine. When walking, it is quite weak. The taste of Liu Fufeng can arouse the man's desire to protect, but the character is not worthy. Not pleasing to the eye, Luo Shitu is very suspicious of his gender.
Among the people who have already appeared, the most famous is the gold-plated signboard of the death of the Qingshan Pavilion. Luo Shutu glances at it. It is really beautiful and not feminine. The abstinence of the collar is buckled to the chin and the white dress is dressed with fairy flutter. It is worth a lot of money.
"The son? Son! Go up!" Chunhe whispered in his ear.
The head of the yin and yang slanted him awkwardly, and Luo Shidu did not marry him, striding over.
{Sang years pay attention to your feet )\)~}
啪叽
{...I can play happily in the trough (╯‵□')╯(┻━┻!}
Luo Shitu, who had fallen out of the big eight-character, successfully harvested a silence, followed by a big laugh.
He looked up silently, his arms on the countertop, and he lie halfway in the position of the mermaid.
Looking at the 13-year-old boy, his tenderness and youthfulness are attractive enough; don't say that the black hair is messy at the moment, and a few licking the red lips to tickle the heart, the red robes look like skin, jade, half The lying position highlights the slender waist.
When the eyes looked over, everyone’s breathing was a stagnation.
Proud, like anger, the body's desire to conquer is instantly ignited.
Xiao Wangye... Looking at the people on the stage in the north of the season, the eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, and suddenly I feel a little strange.
He received a message from the Prince, teaching him to be sure to buy it back on the night of the squad, and it is most appropriate to do this in his capacity.
He thought... He couldn't do this in his imaginary little prince. Jibei shook his head and laughed, ignoring the inexplicable emotions in his heart. Maybe he never saw this child.
{叮The male sensibility is 5, the current good feeling: 28. }
The Luojiao mouth of the next step was awkward, and I really didn't look at you wrong, continue to keep the momentum going up!
The talent that the old man asked him to prepare was painting. Of course, it was not ordinary painting. He had to add something that was fascinating. For example, the preparation was to roll up the sleeves, the jade arms were light, the brush was dripping, the lips were watery, and the water marks were I crossed the neck... How can I do this in the face of Jibei? - To do it, you can only do it for him to see it!
"Spring Wo, give me a plate of vinegar."
"Ah? Oh, the son is running around here, and he will go up in a while."
Luo Shi Tudong looked around for a while and found the cucumber party that had been practicing a certain skill.
"...Do you want it?" Seeing the red-haired boy staring intently at a bag of cucumber in his hand, Xiao Yan finally asked.
Luo Shitu nodded: "Thank you." Then he reached out and picked a full and thick cucumber.
Xiao Yan: "..."
"Art" is full of sorrows that are still shy. After a group of people showed up, the atmosphere in the hall was already hot, and a small number of self-controlling powers even went back to venting fire.
When the four treasures of the study appeared again on the stage, the audience began to scream, "Fresh!"
The Luo Zong Tu, who took the cucumber and a plate of vinegar, went to the desk without changing the color. He put the plate on the floor and pressed the cucumber. The right hand picked up the platform and raised it high.
The thin wrists waved down again and again, and the green cucumbers were broken into pieces.
The hall was quiet, and there was only a sound of "啪啪啪", which was endless.
Suddenly I feel that the egg hurts a bit...
Luo Shitu took the cucumber and put it on the plate. The exquisite chin was raised proudly, and the lips floated with a smile, and the sleeves stepped down.
Such a gesture is not a temperament, but a deadly temptation, and willing to surrender. It seems that he is a great gift when he looks at him. He wants to press people under his body and wants to see those eyes dyed with emotions/tidals. Someone who couldn’t help but screamed, and some people swallowed loudly.

When is the color of the Qingshan Pavilion?

"I haven't heard of it, but it's strong enough! I don't know what the tricks are!"
Jibei screwed his eyebrows and suddenly got up and walked toward the background.

"I don't do it!"
Laos had thought that Luo Shitu would not have any opinions. After leading a small aunt to stand in front of him and explain the following arrangements, the other party’s reaction was very firm.
"There are gauze outside, teach you only a few words and grievances?" The old man said coldly.
Xiao Wang’s lips smashed into a line, and his eyes were suppressed anger. Jibei stepped forward and said loudly:
Change me and him, can you?

"In the next season, the north of the family, and the younger son is very close to the intention, after the intention to redeem it for him." He greeted the bright eyes of Luo Shutu, and smiled slightly, "I know the rules of my mother, Houhuakui Can bring people, my mother knows my financial resources, but this time I enjoy it in advance, presumably my mother will not refute my face."
"Day Dagong is a rare guest, but this redemption, hey, you have seen it, this face is a waist, it is a rare sight!" Laojiao piled a smile, "this can not let you take advantage of it casually." I have to rely on me in the museum."
Jibei smiled: "Mom, raise a person to spend a lot of money? Even if it is beautiful, can you stay for a few years? Xiaogongzi is not good to raise, you think about it." He took the sleeve Take out a silver ticket and put it in the hands of the old man. "You can wait outside in an emergency. We will talk about the flower."
"...hey!" The old man did not respond, and Luo Shitu was taken to the stage by Jibei.
Xiao Wang was standing in front of the bamboo couch, and looked a bit silly. Jibei Renjun could not help but locate his forehead and bent over to pick him up.
"What are you doing - hehe!"
The man in his arms struggled uneasy, and Jibei put his head on his chest: "Don't move, be careful."
The front of the couch is covered with two layers of red yarn. The outside people can only see the blurred figures. If there is no teasing, it will be more fascinating than the red/naked seduce.
The little prince who was overwhelmed on the bamboo couch couldn't easily look up from his chest. His cheeks were red and fluttering. He just wanted to talk, and Jibei took his strength on his thigh.
"Ah--" Although not heavy, the spoiled little prince still screamed out.
The voice is clear, and after being suffocated, it is hoarse and reveals some lazy charm, which makes people feel their heart.
Jibei chuckled, his hand with his waist gently slid over his waist, feeling the other body's body trembled, immediately looking for a place to scratch, wished to get the little lord to endure, but still did not hold back He/呻, with some vibrato like pain.
"Ah... um...ha..."
While shamelessly biting his lip and licking him, he couldn’t help but smile, but his little face, who was so wrinkled, was so cute that he was like a little leopard who only put his paws up. Jibei looked at him and suddenly remembered that the mother was living. When I said it, the ticklish man was afraid of the insider, and he smiled in his heart--the little prince’s nephew, and he could no longer describe his talents. Which woman would stand by him would not lose color?
In the red yarn account, the live color is fragrant.
I saw the overlapping of the figures, the gauze fretting, and the gasping of the room, the direct teaching people boiled.
"Why didn't you refute your predecessor..."
"I can't..." Xiao Wang took his shoulder and his eyes were clear and clear. "It has always been a child..."