Chapter 35: If you are a wave, don’t be mistaken for me to lose.

Was it being backed by a man? ? ?
In the original book, this is the privilege of the female host, Princess Yongning!
Suddenly, the young female drama, let Xiao Yu'an uncomfortable, his hands on his chest, did not dare to go to the neck of Luhe Qing, turned his head and pretended to look around the scenery, the awkward posture was unstable, Xiao Yuan moved a small amount of body .
Luhe Qing said: "Don't move, you will fall when you fall, and ring me."
You are the man who listens to you!
Xiao Yuan, who had permission, was not awkward. He surrounded the neck of Luohe Qing and gently chuckled: "Thank you, owe you a favor."
Luohe’s footsteps were steady and he said,
You also carried me over the last time.

On the day when the snowy night was fined, Xiao Yu’an went all the way to the Taiyi Temple.
Xiao Yuan was shocked: "You know."
Luhe Qing replied: "Well, but at the time I thought you were..."
The voice behind the words faded, but the two were unaware of each other.
Xiao Yuan said with emotion: "We are now a revolutionary friendship."
"Revolutionary friendship?"
"Yes, revolution! Friendship! Revolutionary friendship! It is beyond life and death! It has nothing to do with it! It is silent! It is like a starfire that is immortal, burning on the vast land!"
"..."
Xiao Yuan looked at Wu Heqing’s silent look and leaned over. After laughing, he said,
This night sky is so beautiful, I suddenly want to sing.

"……What song is it?"
"Songs of friendship and friendship." Xiao Yuan cleared the scorpion and suddenly sang. "The big river flows eastward. Wow, the stars in the sky go to the North, ah, see the North Bow, a bowl of wine and a wow... oh!"
Le is very sad, and Luhe Qing was stunned by Xiao Yu’an’s nephew, and Xiao Yu’an head hit the branches.
Luohe calmed down and tried to transfer the topic: "Sing friendship?"
Xiao Yu'an exhaled his head and said: "Singing is the revolutionary friendship before the 108th Han, can you still listen?"
"Don't listen, Miyagi is here."
Xiao Yuan looked up, Zhu Hong Palace wall, brightly lit, carved jade, winter snow, dust and fog, a glimpse of the world.
Prosperous, prosperous, today, where is tomorrow?
Xiao Yuan said: "Wait, stop, don't go."
Luohe Qing stopped his footsteps and heard Xiao Yuan mutter: "Hehe Qing, can you shout my name?"
Luhe Qing a word, seriously shouted: "Xiao Yuan."
"Well, it is me, let's go." Xiao Yuan laughed.
At this time, the Miyagi was fried in the pot.
The emperor did not come back! ! !
The emperor did not come back from the early morning! ! It’s all three nights! !
Still not with the guards! ! Did not bring a guard!
I heard that the emperor finally appeared in the Temple of Heaven, but the Temple of Heaven was at most one and a half hours away from Miyagi.
But this is all three hours!
Three hours!
Longevity! ! The emperor is gone! ! !
A group of guards slammed the torches around to find people, and then they suddenly appeared in front of everyone. Yang Liuan was in tears, and a thin sword arrived in front of the river to clear the throat: "Let the emperor!"
"Receive the sword, take the sword!" Xiao Yuan quickly jumped on one foot and reached out to press the sword of Yang Liu'an.
Looking at Xiao Yu'an's ragged robes, with bruised wrists and hair with leaves, Yang Liuan was shocked: "The emperor, how are you, how come this?"

Ah?
Xiao Yu’an explained,
Nothing, night tour.

Night tour? ? ?
The eyes of a group of guards lingered in the Qihe Qing and Xiao Yu'an.
Yang Weiwei asked: "Night tour can't, can't, become like this?"
Xiao Yu'an waved his hand at random: "I accidentally played it."
One, no, small, heart, play, too, too?
Play, have you been?
pass?
A group of guards brushed and looked at the river, and then began to cough. After the cough, they watched the moon and watched the stars.
There is a saying that the gossip is the main way to disseminate information in human history, an important channel for human communication, a bridge for human communication, and a fun life in the boring soul!
So that night, the emperor's night tour with the South Yanguo emperor was like a hurricane, swept the corners of the palace.
In Jingyang Palace, Qin Yu, who heard the news, broke the porcelain cup in his hand.