Chapter 1702: : Year-end big tour

It’s really boring, I started to wash the cotton armor, and the sun/trousers – it’s been a few years, the first time I disinfected it!
On the other side of Panyu State, since the last time the high generals killed three pioneers, they had a bad morale. Even if the holy country was so busy to cook, they did not dare to act rashly.
Just staring at the every move in the camp of the Holy Ghost, for fear that they will come to a sudden attack.
However, in the face of such a leisurely and self-satisfied life, the old high can not sit still.
"His mother, the labor and management is strange, the first one is not playing very hard, this looks like the big army is like a broken bamboo, according to this form, it will take less than a month, it will destroy his Panyu, the emperor suddenly suddenly decreed I don’t want the army to go to the battlefield, I’m so bored, what medicine is you selling in this gourd?

Lao Gao is a rough door and squatting. When he is together with Long Muzhen, he is also used to the wild. If he doesn't look good, he will pick it up. So, if he doesn't pay attention, he will swear.
Long Yutian sat on the soft couch and taught the velvet to write. He suddenly heard the phrase "his wife-labor", holding the hand of the brush and paused for a moment.
Fuzi was more savvy, and he looked at the emperor with some dissatisfaction. He coughed twice and reminded him: "The high general is cautious, don't scare the princess-"
Although the words point to the princess, it is true to give Long Yutian a face--after all, the emperor's temper is no better, and the relationship with the general is iron, and can not be tolerated as a courtier, swearing in front of him!
Lao Gao is not a person with no brains. Fuzi’s eyes are coming over. He immediately stunned his mouth and explained:
I don’t want to be angry, I’m used to being rude.

Said, but also hit a few big mouths, and then looked at Long Yutian's look slightly turned, he began to mutter again: "However, I do not understand the old high, the emperor, you are stationed In these days, I will not retreat or attack. Is it a New Year’s welfare, with the soldiers going to the border to see the snow?!

Don't say, after playing for a few years with the money blossoming, the amount of words has increased!
Long Yutian’s lips slanted through a smile like a smile, and tai chi:
Occasional travel is also good, let’s say, what’s good about killing and killing, how rude, 咱家绒Don't like it, right?"
The velvet looked up at the head, smiled sillyly, and bowed his head, drawing a cat's tail on the paper with a brush.
It is said that he wants to destroy Panyu, and he is convinced that he is the one who is swearing by the smugglers; now he fights halfway through the fight, and pretends to be a vulture monk and plays compassion, and blames him for killing and killing, how rude?
The emperor did his job, but it was really no shame!
Gao General was sulking and just wanted to go out and eat two pieces of snow to eliminate the fire. Suddenly, the battalion commander sent a surprise sound.
"The Emperor - a big event, a happy event -"
General Gao glanced at the guards who came in, thinking that the labor-duty chrysanthemum was almost blasted, and it was a big happy event, another no shame!
When Long Yutian listened to the big happy event, there was not much surprise on the face. He just leaned on the soft couch and asked faintly: "Isn't Panyu overwhelmed and ready to surrender?"
The guards who were responsible for spying on the military before the war, sneaked a slap in the face, and immediately squatted on the ground: "You are really a of the emperor, not a prophet!"
(PS: Sixth End, Merry Christmas!)