Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

I hope that when that day comes, my master can minimize the disaster.

She felt that the future may not be so pessimistic. As long as the general direction is right, the future will not be affected.

After all, the Tang Dynasty is just a fragment in the long history.

"You ask the boatman to ask some singers to go to the boat and get some delicious food. I'll have fun with long Feiyu tonight." Xia Qingluo threw away these distractions and ordered with interest.

King Qi was also a teenager. When he heard Xia Qingluo change the topic, he immediately changed his mood. He nodded happily, but his face turned red. He asked in a low voice and uneasy, "Xiao Xia, can I... Get on the boat with you?"

"Well, there are so many people. You can arrange it. I'll call long Feiyu and King Qin."

"I have to call the king of Qin..." the king of Qi was not happy.

"There are many people and there are many talents. Today is to enjoy the lake and scenery, nothing else." Xia Qingluo clapped his hands and his eyes moved. Before king Qi answered, he turned and went towards the stone bridge opposite.

I wanted to call my own master, but if the king of Qi and the king of Qin had uncle Huang present, I was afraid they would be restrained and boring.

So I stopped thinking.

On the stone bridge, the king of Qin was silent for a moment. A wisp of catkins happened to fall on Longfei's hair. He stretched out his hand, held the catkins with his slender fingers, felt that Longfei's body was so stiff for a moment, took back his hand, motioned the catkins on his fingers to Longfei, and smiled, "catkins..."

Long Feiyu blushed. Just now his mind was blank. He didn't know what he was thinking.

The flying catkins were blown away by a gust of wind.

There was peace again.

King Qin is not a talkative man, but he is not willing to leave.

At this time, the sweet scented osmanthus trees on the bank sent a burst of fragrance with the wind. The wind rolled up the clothes and skirts of dragon flying language. Here, there is a trace of unspeakable ambiguity slowly

Xia Qingluo came here. It's a coincidence. It's really a coincidence.

In short, when they breathed a sigh of relief, a sense of melancholy immediately poured into their hearts.

Before having time to taste, Xia Qingluo invited Xia Qingluo to the boat with a smile.

The king of Qi also knows what Xia Qingluo likes to eat and drink.

A long tea table was placed on the broad board of the boat.

It is filled with seasonal fruits and vegetables and delicious dishes.

Under the red sandalwood tea table, there is a beautifully woven Persian carpet.

The candlelight around the boat is particularly bright.

The dense red light sets off the charming color of several actresses playing the piano.

Xia Qingluo was very satisfied.

Under the moon in Chang'an, a feast is full of Osmanthus fragrans.

She thinks that eating and chatting with good friends in life can make life more fulfilling.

Xia Qingluo didn't drink.

He also vaguely said that he couldn't drink because master was strict.

Long Feiyu didn't care, because with the participation of these two people, the embarrassing anger with the king of Qin was diluted a lot.

Therefore, it is natural to twist it gradually.

Unlike Xia Qingluo, longfeiyu is a person who really lives in the immortal Xia world.

Many incredible stories come at hand and are enough to surprise the king of Qi for a long time.

The king of Qin just lowered his eyebrows and smiled. Even if he and his brother reached the point of life and death, they would not show their points in front of outsiders.