Chapter 302: 朕 将 将 将 将 5 5 5

The cavalry is getting closer and closer to the imperial concubine.
Ling Xiao is a martial artist who has a good eyesight and can see at that glance that person is surrounded by people.
He stared at him and glanced at a pair of eyes with joy.
It looks like a lacquer, clear and transparent.
The young man surrounded by the people in the center wrapped a white fox, and the wide fur collar made the white face smaller and smaller.
The lips are red and white, the eyebrows are delicate, and the nose is a little red. I can see which one is raised and raised.
Is this the little emperor?
Ling Xiao thought for a moment, the little emperor seems to be 16 years old.
Look at him now, saying that he is fourteen years old, he looks like a child who has not grown up, no wonder that An Wang is not talking about pro.
It's not like being able to get married.
Ling Xiao thought that there was no way to laugh at it.
Thinking like this, the horse has arrived.
As soon as he pulled the reins, his horse screamed and his front hooves rose high and almost stood upright.
Azhao saw his eyes are shining: handsome!
Ling Xiao turned back to the horse, and hundreds of guards behind him followed the movements neatly.
"Chen Ling, you can see you. Your long live the long live!"
"Chen and so on, see you, your long live the long live!"
The soldiers who came down on the battlefield were asked to be beheaded by An, and they also brought a suffocation.
There are young domestic waiters around and even shook slightly.
Azhao is even more happy.
It is such a warrior! Can you be invincible on the battlefield!
She did not say anything to come forward, personally raised Ling Xiao: "The generals invited." At the same time let the generals behind him kissed and got up.
Although Ling Xiao was sealed as a subsidiary, everyone still prefers to call him a general.
Ling Xiao only felt that when he looked closer, the little emperor looked even smaller.
Only to the position of his shoulder, the whole person is wrapped in a cloak and skinny.
It seems that the weak rumors are not empty.
He thought that he had some worries: he didn’t know if he could hold it, and now it’s hard to get another blow.
He simply reported to Azhao about the situation: the 200,000 troops he brought back were impossible to come to the capital together, all of them were stationed in dozens of places outside the capital, waiting for the court order.
This time the army returned to the DPRK, it was also a kind of shock - let the clan who are ready to move, all in peace.
A Zhao listened very seriously and nodded constantly. In the eyes of a pair of cats who looked over, it was the color of worship.
Ling Xiao was a little worried when he was both interesting and interesting - for the monarch, this kind of anger is not good.
When I went back, Azhao sat in the royal coffin, and Ling Xiao rode on the horse.
Azhao’s body was originally empty, and he got up early. After seeing the man, he was excited for a while. He sat on the scorpion and was comfortable, and he was up in a hurry.
She leaned back on the soft cushion and stumbled.
At the entrance to the palace, Ling Xiao got off the horse.
According to the previous instructions, although the emperor had just passed away, he could not open a palace feast, but Azhao still had to personally take over the wind for the generals.
So Ling Xiao did not leave, but waited for A Zhao’s instructions.
However, there has been no movement in the royal family.
"Your Majesty?" the palaceman whispered.
no respond.
Ling Xiao’s heart was anxious, but he couldn’t take care of him. When he reached out, he opened the curtain.
The first pair is the little emperor who slept seven times.
Ling Xiao: "..."
He put down the curtain and coughed at Yuhu, who was worried about his face: "Your Majesty is resting, go directly to the Purple Temple."