Concubine Ning, one of the emperor's love

Chapter 483

Cheng Da put on a chrysanthemum face: "Old Ten—"

Ye Shi interrupted: "Old Nine, what did you see?" Yi Yi's face became like that of Qin Mi, it was really against the law to ask questions so solemnly.

Can you please stop asking such a serious question in such a serious tone?Can you stop asking such a hot question with a handsome face?They were all taught badly.

Ye Jiu's tone was still very serious, and he made a high-level summary: "Naked at all, flying around the walls."

Cheng Da vomited a mouthful of blood, internally injured.On one side, people in their [-]s, [-]s and [-]s looked at Cheng Da up and down with strange eyes, and Cheng Da thought: Lao Tzu's famous name was ruined by running naked, and he did it himself!Cheng Da was disheartened and rolled out of the carriage: "I'm going to ride a horse for a while."

In the same sunny day, some people are idle and have nothing to do. The doves occupy the magpie's nest, and once they occupy it, it takes more than half a day.

As soon as Lin Xiaojian stepped into the Hall of Changle, he looked up and saw His Highness King Changxiang sitting in the yard, under the pear tree, on a rattan chair, drinking a cup of tea: "Where did you go?"

Lin Xiaojian was flattered, and had this illusion more than once: Could this be Changxiang Hall?In a year, most of the time is spent in Changle Palace, what is the meaning of making trouble?Also, His Royal Highness King Changxiang asked him about the whereabouts of a little eunuch, was it a little ridiculous.

Your Highness, Chen Shi came, why don't you leave?Lin Xiaojian put on a doggy face, and waited carefully: "The slave has seen His Highness." Let's play haha ​​first, talk less and make less mistakes.

Yan Xiangxun half-lyed on the rattan chair, and lazily hummed a word: "Yes."

Then, without further words, he spent all his time supervising Eunuch Lin, without any intention of going back home. What kind of thoughts did this ancestor have!

Eunuch Lin searched his brains and scratched his stomach, and then he had an idea, and replied politely: "Your Majesty has sent a letter to General Wusing, and this slave is going to ask your Majesty about her itinerary."

Yan Xiangxun seemed a little interested, and when he raised his tone, he changed the ending: "Oh, is that so?"

Then, there was no more text.What does this sentence, leave nine points, mean?What do you want to know?Still want to know?
Lin Xiaojian weighed it carefully, and observed her words and expressions: "Your Majesty has already passed through the territory of Jian'an, and you will probably be able to reach Yandu City at noon tomorrow."

Yan Xiangxun straightened up, and roared viciously: "When did this king ask her?" The irresistible smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be hidden no matter what.

This little ancestor is so duplicity every time!Lin Xiaojian had already seen the strangeness, and admitted his mistake calmly: "My lord, forgive me, it's the slave talking too much."

This situation has been repeated many times over the past year.

Yan Xiangxun looked satisfied, and squeezed out two words through his nasal cavity: "Hmph." The mood is good, it's rare that he shows kindness and doesn't care about like a slave.

"My lord," Lin Xiaojian pondered over and over again, and asked tentatively, "Can the servant arrange for the lord to go out to meet the empress?" King Changxiang's thought, in Dayan, was Sima Zhao's heart, which everyone knew.Lin Xiaojian was just doing what he liked.

It's a pity that it was shot on the horse's ass again.

Yan Xiang and Xun Yin Yang asked strangely: "Does this king seem so idle?" With a buckle on the teacup, the shelf was held high.

Put it on, put it on!Wen Qi said, which boy does not cherish spring, which boy does not pretend to be b.

Lin Xiaojian continued to admit his mistake: "Slaves talk too much, slaves talk too much." He was sure that a certain person's physical behavior must be more honest than his words.

Yan Xiangxun buckled the teacup, got up from the vine, and brushed the robe that he hadn't had time to change when he went down to court: "Going back to the palace, my king still has a bunch of memorials that I haven't read."

(End of this chapter)