Chapter 47: Lost prince is very proud 3

Zhao Wei went forward without saying a word.
A Zhao stood behind her, Zhao Wei took a two-step stop and looked at her: "Since Wang Hao wants to share with the king, he will not regret it in the future."
Azhao snorted: "Come on."
The two entered the Anle Palace under the stern of the armor.
When I arrived at the Palace of the Peace, the sky was already dark. Only a little light and shadow left in the sky.
The guard pointed up with a torch and stood at the door and didn't mean to go in.
"Two people go in!"
Zhao Wei looked at him and lifted his legs and went in.
Azmo silently followed him.
"Oh," the door, the mottled paint door closed behind the two.
The inside of the cold palace is very dark, and the Anle Palace has never been inhabited. Naturally, no one will light at night.
Fortunately, there is still a torch in the hands of Zhao Wei, so that the two will not see anything.
Rao is like this, the visibility of the torch is limited, and the cold palace is ruined, and some of the shadows in the distance are shining, which is really scary.
A Zhao has some drums in his heart.
I don't know that Qin Zhao is not afraid of black, afraid of not being afraid of ghosts. Anyway, she is afraid.
In front of Zhao Wei ignores people, she can only talk to marshmallows, so that they can be distracted, not so scared.
However, the consequence of distraction is that she stepped on her foot and didn't know anything, hard, round, and slipped out.
"Oh!" Azhao screamed, and the whole man rushed toward the ground - steadily caught by one hand.
"Well, what are you calling?" Zhao Yu’s frown.
A Zhaogang wanted to thank him, and he snorted and snorted.
Zhao Wei continued to move forward. He took two steps and suddenly stopped and reached out: "Catch my sleeves."
A Zhao stunned.
Zhao Wei said impatiently: "Hurry up, it's too late. Doesn't Wang Hao want to stand up in this open-air yard for one night?"
Azhao: "..." Can you talk well?
Obviously it is a soft heart, how is the speech so irritating?
If it is Qin Zhao, perhaps it is directly on the opening bar, but Azhao is a bit embarrassed at this moment, just thinking about leaving here to find a place to rest.
So she slyly recognized and grabbed Zhao Yi’s clothes.
Zhao Wei did not care too much about her misconduct with the usual. After all, anyone suddenly encountered such a change, fearing that it would not be suitable.
Fortunately, the structure of the palace is almost the same, Zhao Wei soon found the sleeping hall.
However, let Azhao look forward to the sleeping hall...
Where the torch can shine, the temple is in a mess, the ground is broken with pieces of porcelain, the broken cloth, and the unknown liquids are everywhere. The thing that can barely be called the "bed" is also a mess.
Zhao Wei was silent.
Since childhood, it has been a day of glory and glory. It has suddenly changed dramatically. It is not easy for him to remain calm until now.
The reality can always exceed the bottom line of people's acceptance. He looked at the situation that he had never thought of in his life in the past twenty-one years. He suddenly stopped.
There is a blank in my mind, I don’t know what to do.
Azhao also stunned.
However, she knows that she is in the task, and she can accept reality more than Zhao Wei.
Sighing a sigh, A Zhao learned the temper of Qin Zhaoping's day, and snorted: "What do you do stupidly stand here? Is it difficult for Yan Wang to stand up for a night in this hall?"
Just as it was, I left Zhao’s previous words back.