Chapter 620: Trance

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"Well, it's terrible," Xiao An's nodded in a hurry, while embarrassedly putting his face on Pang Yi's chest, "giggling" and laughing, "How can you say that you are so incomprehensible? Knowing that people are If you want to find a name to leave you behind, you have to pierce it. Why are you so annoying! "
Pang Yi also smiled with her, and she fell on the bed with Xiao An's, and kissed her with a small mouth that kept laughing, and said with a smile: "Yes, I'm an elm lump with incomprehensible style. Please be forgiving, Madam. "
"Looking at your temperament, it is a virtue with that grandson Chu! Silly and stupid!" Xiao An's grinned.
"What grandson Chu?" Pang Yi stunned, "Who is grandson Chu?"
"It is the grandson Chu in" A Bao ", why haven't you seen" Liao Zhai "?" Xiao An's curious face.
Pang Yi shook his head: "No, I couldn't sit in front of my desk when I was a kid. I was sleepy after reading some books. I haven't read any books besides some military books."
"No wonder such an elm pimple!" Xiao An's face was disgusted, and on the other side, he took the pillow and put the two on the pillow, and then she was cheerful and authentic, "Then I will tell you" A Bao "."
Pang Yi nodded like garlic, "Okay."
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Xiao An's told Pang Yi all the brains he heard from Mr. Storyteller today. After that, he couldn't talk dryly. When he got out of the bed, he poured water to drink and came back to see Pang Yi's face. Contemplatively wondering what I was thinking.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Xiao An's climbed onto the bed and patted Pang Yi.
"I was thinking, that the first time Sun Zichu was out of his mind, attached to Abao's skirt and belt, he followed Abao back home, and sat with Abao when he was lying down. A Baohuan is happy, "Pang Yi sat up and looked at Xiao Anshi with a serious face." How do you say they are happy? "
Little An's mouth twitched: "... how do I know?"
Pang Yi looked curious: "Did this storyteller not speak?"
"Bah!" Xiao An's slammed on Pang Yi's face with a sudden, and his face was flushed straight. "But they are the serious storytellers, where can they talk about the screwdriver?"
"Why is it so messy? I think it's a top priority," Pang Yi smiled while holding his hand around Xiao An's. "Otherwise ... let's discuss this evening?"
Xiao An's stuttered and said: "... you, you go, I'm not afraid, not at all!"
"No! I'm most afraid of going late at night, saying nothing!" The next second, Pang Yi hugged Xiao An's and rolled onto the bed. In Xiao An's scream, he fumbled for a long time before finally touching When I got to the skirt, I gently pulled it away and attached a dumb whisper to Xiao An's ear. "Lin'er, it's night, we should be happy ..."
"Where are you so much nonsense ... woo!"
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Jiasheng 33rd July 5th
Jingshi.
Yu Study.
After returning to the Imperial Academy after the early dynasty, Zhong Zhiheng has been sitting in the dragon case for a while. Normally, at this time, Zhong Zhiheng must be buried in a lot of money, but today he does not have it. Rao Shizi is full of dragons. Case, but he didn't even move his pen.
The sound of footsteps moved from far to near, and Zhong Zhiheng slowly raised his head, watching Zhao Ruhai open the curtain and step forward.
"Long live Qiye, King Pingxi has already entered the Meridian Gate."
"Got it." Zhong Zhiheng nodded and waved his hand to make Zhao Ruhai retreat. He looked at the hill-like twists and turns in front of him. For a moment, he was in a trance, remembering when the first emperor was still alive.
It was also such a sullen day that he sent his younger brother out of the palace, and after saying goodbye to the first emperor and his mother from the Qianqing palace, the two brothers walked silently all the way forward. In a rush, during the Great Zhou Dynasty, unprecedented storms and swaying, the two of them, as the heirs, were more tragic than the other princes.
"Brother," Zhong Zhiling stood firm at the end of the afternoon, and the young Lang Moyu looked at Zhong Zhengheng with reluctant eyes, "I'm gone, the father, the emperor, and the mother will take care of you."
"Got it." Zhong Zhiheng also looked at him. The teenager he looked at grew up now he is half his head taller. He looked at him so slightly that he had to tilt his head slightly. Unwilling, but Zhong Zhiheng still had some inexplicable sense of oppression and crisis in his heart.