Chapter 620

"Well, I'm scared to death," xiao'an nodded hurriedly, and then put his face on pangyi's chest and giggled. "Why do you think you don't understand the customs? I know that people just want to find a famous person to keep you. You have to be exposed. Why do you hate it so much! "

Pang Yi also smiles with her, embracing xiao'an and falling down on the bed. He kisses her and smiles constantly, and says with a smile: "yes, I am just a elm pimple that doesn't understand the customs. Please forgive me a lot later."

"Look at you, you are just like that grandson Chu! Stay and be silly! " Little Ann smiled with her mouth in her mouth.

"What grandson Chu?" Pang Yi is stunned. "Who is grandson Chu?"

"It's Chu, the grandson of Po. How come you haven't seen Liaozhai?" The curiosity on Xiao an's face.

Pang Yi shook his head: "no, I couldn't sit at my desk when I was a child. I was sleepy after reading books. I haven't read any other books except some military books."

"No wonder there are so many pimples!" Xiao'an's face was disgusted. At the same time, she took the pillow and let them rest. Then she said happily, "let me tell you about po."

Pang Yi nodded hurriedly as if he were pounding garlic: "OK."

……

Xiao'an told pangyi everything she heard from Mr. shushuo today. After that, she was so dry that she couldn't do it. She got out of bed and poured water to drink. Then she came back to see pangyi and thought about what she was thinking.

"Hello hello, what do you think?" Xiao'an climbed onto the bed and clapped pangyi with his hand.

"I'm thinking that for the first time, Chu, the grandson, got out of his body and attached himself to a Bao's skirt belt. He went home with him, sat and lay down with him, and then he was happy with him at night." Pang Yi sat up and looked at xiao'an seriously. "How do you think they were happy?"

Xiao'an's mouth twitches a little: " How do I know?! "

Pang Yi looks curious: "didn't the storyteller say it?"

"Bah!" Xiao'an suddenly spat it on pangyi's face, and his face turned red with rage. "They are serious storytellers. How could they say that screwdriver is a mess?"

"Why is it so messy? I think it's a top priority, "Pang Yi said with a smile and reached out to encircle xiao'an." otherwise Let's talk about it tonight? "

Small an's stammered and said: " You and you go, I'm not afraid, not at all! "

"No! I'm afraid to catch up with the night road. I'll say nothing! " The next second, Pang Yi suddenly rolls onto the bed with xiao'an in his arms. In xiao'an's scream, he gropes for a long time and finally touches the skirt belt. Then he gently pulls it away. At the same time, he attaches it to xiao'an's ear and says in a hoarse voice, "lin'er, it's night, we should be happy..."

"Where are you talking so much nonsense Whoops! "

……

Jiasheng, July 5, 2003

capital.

Royal study.

Since he returned to the imperial study in the early morning, Zhong Zhiheng has been sitting behind the Dragon case for a long time. At this time, Zhong Zhiheng must be buried in the fold, but he doesn't have one today. The fold is full of dragon cases, but he doesn't even move his pen.

Steps from far and near, Zhong Zhiheng slowly raised his head, and watched Zhao Ruhai lift the curtain and march forward.

"Long live, King Pingxi has entered the Meridian Gate."

"I see." Zhong Zhiheng nodded and waved Zhao Ruhai to retreat. He looked at the small mountain like Memorial in front of him. For a while, he was in a trance and thought of the time when the emperor was still alive.

It was also such a dull day that he sent his younger brother out of the imperial palace. After he said goodbye to the first emperor and the mother, the two brothers walked in silence. The border was restless, the father and the emperor were seriously ill, and the emperor and his sons were eager to move. In the Zhou Dynasty, the wind and rain had never been seen before. The two people who were the legitimate emperor and his sons were more tragic than the other commoners.

"Elder brother," Zhong Zhiling stopped at the Meridian Gate, and looked at Zhong Zhiheng reluctantly with a young Lang Mo Yu like eyes, "I'm gone, and father and mother will ask you to take care of me."

"I see." Zhong Zhiheng also looks at him. The young man he grew up with is half his head higher than him now. He still has to look up slightly when he looks at him like this. Rao is the young man who is reluctant to part with him, but Zhong Zhiheng still feels a sense of oppression and crisis.