Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

After all, this is a great era, an era in which the Han people are most proud.

As material, there are too many stories to make up.

For this reason, Xia Qingluo has calmed down except that she was curious and excited at the beginning.

She is not brave enough to go home.

What if she accidentally changed history and lost her in the future.

There are several movies about changing the future, and they are classics.

Yunqing let Xia Qingluo know her concerns, so she simply said it and never mentioned it again.

Soon, the flower festival arrived.

As the night wanes, the busiest city in the west of Chang'an city.

By Mingyang lake.

Red lanterns dotted here as if it were a fairyland.

There was a faint sound of silk and bamboo from the painted boat on the lake. The lantern on the bow was reflected on the lake. It was unclear whether it was heaven or earth.

There are a lot of people.

This is the most lively Festival.

Both men and women, young and old, are smiling.

The happiest are the young men and girls who are in love.

A handkerchief or a poem can make a good story.

Xia Qingluo and long Feiyu walked hand in hand on the stone arch bridge by the lake.

Yunqing asked not to come because Xia Qingluo wanted to play with long Feiyu alone.

When two girls walk together, followed by men, they are always uncomfortable.

At this time, Xia Qingluo and long Feiyu walked on the bridge, both of which were equally charming, so they attracted many young men to chat up.

Xia Qingluo and long Feiyu looked at each other and smiled. Xia Qingluo said, "let's take a boat. The king of Qi has arranged it. There are many people here. I'll take you to visit Mingyang lake at night."

"Good." long Feiyu agreed with a smile. His eyes also flashed a bright light, as if he replied.

Xia Qingluo is naturally happy.

Stone arch bridges are connected one by one, and there is another stone bridge from the lake.

When he was under the bridge, long Feiyu suddenly stopped and looked at the railing on the bridge.

Xia Qingluo also stopped. Following the line of sight of Longfei language, she saw the man standing at the end of the bridge with his negative hand.

A sky blue dress, black hair tied behind the head with a jade crown.

The dark deep eyes were like a cold pool of autumn water in the dead, but there were waves at the moment of seeing the dragon flying language.

Thin lips closed tightly, the body did not move, but did not speak.

I wanted to ask her if she was good, but the corners of King Qin's mouth suddenly caught a bitter smile.

Longfei language is a dragon girl, a fairy and a princess of the dragon family. How can she be bad?

Xia Qingluo looked suspiciously at the dragon flying language and the jade tree facing the wind on the bridge, but it was difficult to hide the desolate king of Qin.

I began to think about it.

Is it true that Longfei language and the king of Qin

It can't be true.

Xia Qingluo was frightened by her own ideas.

These two people are impossible.

"Feiyu..." Xia Qingluo pulled longfeiyu's arm and stopped talking.

She doesn't have much experience in such a thing.

"I'll have a few words with the king of Qin. You wait for me by the lake." Long Fei hesitated for a long time and said.

Although King Qin is a mortal, he has great kindness to her.

Even if Xianfan is different, she will always say thank you to her face.

Xia Qingluo hesitated and nodded, "well, I'll wait for you by the lake."

With that, he went on the bridge with long Feiyu, and long Feiyu stayed on the bridge. Xia Qingluo went directly down the bridge and walked towards the lake.