Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

My soft big cotton is under the bottom, satisfying the little sigh, the small face flizes two shallow red lotus. Left over, soft quilts. Turning right, warm squat.

A few days ago, he secretly had a huge people who didn't wear clothes and needle threads, and put cotton on the bed into a bed quince. Then by the sun, put the squat on the window. Now the big bed in the cold palace is comfortable, careful, and the sun's fragrance. Although it is said that there is a lot of life supplies this morning, but those who have a strange taste on the bedding (actually a good Persian ...), it is better to take the old cotton. It's been happy, some people play open: "You will wait for yourself."

The voice is very sinking, there is a little nose, very man taste, a sentence is more than the air seems to be slightly treated. Just a type of voice and Fuer's voice, so the softness is very sensible to this emperor.

"Don't you use it?" It is a bit unwilling to open his eyes, slightly. Hate! People are happy.

Zhao Jian gave birth to the door, the brow picked up: "It's interesting, you seem to be a little bit of hostage." He sat down on the bed: "Well, it is really soft."

Softness is slightly: "That is."

"You ... don't worry about you, hey, is your son?" Although he said early, he was very eager, but it was really ...

"Do you know? Not me said, when you are angry, you can't blame me." The softness turned over, lie on the side, and the little and tender hands were hugged by the corner. The little face was burgeed in the quilt. In the past, a pair of water-rich big peach blossoms are picked up, and I look at him, and I am comfortable.

"Yes, I know." Shao Yang Emperor is a bit helpless. "

The soft bare is a small yawn: "Is it unpleasant today?"

Shao Yang Emperor thinks that today's chantang will help him, you can't help but drop a clean old guy. All the day will only be overwhelmed, the party parties, when his emperor is a fool?

"how do you know?"

"Hey!" The soft hand stretched out the little hand, and the white tender point is gently in the browed of the Zhaojan. "You are the same as my son. As long as you are not happy, although the face does not move, but the brow will be very light Very lightly, the corner of the mouth will collapse, see the human eyes cool ... "

Zhao Joji was a bit amazed. I have been practicing this skin for two days a day, and I don't think someone will look at him. In fact, he carefully think about it, when the son is there, can you have the eyes of the mother?

The soft child patted his hand: "Good boy, I have been able to open a little, you should not follow your old man."

Zhao Ying's approval, I can't laugh: "Listen to I don't have to twist, you look at the teens, can you talk to such an old and autumn?"

"Isn't it!" My soft voice disdain is a shot: "I have more than 30, when your uncle is enough! How much is it better than my son?"

Right. Looking at the tender little people in front of the eyes, Shaoyang Emperor smiled: "Thank you. Can you still have it?"

Buffalizedly thought about it: "It's okay, just a bit, I don't want to eat, you don't let me go out, I want to use your kitchen."

Shaoyang Emperor also thought of thinking about it, saying: "What if you run?"

"I can't run, my Kung Fu has been went for 20 years. I used to have been here. At that time, I was more lively. Your father told me to kill you, I have finished it, I also went to a circle. "

Three, iron boots king. The emperor who is most embarrassed in this year is not afraid that he is impossible. Shaoyang Emperor deliberately sink: "Hu said! Don't you be afraid that I kill you?"

My softly hurts the sound: "Now you are afraid that I have something to do!"

"Oh?"

It's soft to see him: "Because you are afraid of my son." He smiled and smiled: "You are very afraid of him."

Looking at the small sample of the people, Shaoyang's face is a bit unpaped: "Do you really not afraid that I kill you under anger?"

"I am afraid, I am not afraid. But if I have something pool, my son will definitely destroy the big Chu - or let us gamble?"

Shaoyang stood up, soft and snorted, "The awkward child." Shaoyang widened his eyes and smaked: "What are you calling me?"

The soft buds of the soft buds were obliquely: "How do you don't twist? Don't twist this, think that the sky is bigger, cut!"

How much is Shaoyang. Suddenly called "dead children", it is a bit kind. He coughed and sat down on the bed. Depression sighs. My eyes are revealing: "What?"

"I am full of trouble, more." Zhao Joji has made the chin, "There is too much in the palace, and there is a lot of trouble. It seems to be extra comfortable here."

Buffy is very curious: "Oh, I know, I have told me a lot of stories before, I have seen a lot of play, is it your son to fight for the imperial position?"

Yu Chun Yunyang is telling what stories with their own wife! Do you want to talk about this adjustment atmosphere before the temperature?

"No. My biggest son just walked." Very helpless voice.

"That is, there are too many you can't come?"

Fortunately, there is no water in your mouth. My face is purely saying this, it is really - awkward.

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The first time, Zhaoan, had a madness of the madness. What is this and what? This little guy does not write to the abdomen, it is a pity!

"You are talking about death." He is good to remind.

"What, no." The little face wrinkled: "I am really not interesting."

Zhao Ying's approval suddenly wanted to laugh, and a lot of mood: "Imagination is really rich!"

The softness turned a big eyes, smiled: "Is it happy?"

Zhao Jojun is a bit grateful to say: "A lot."

Buffalic looks: "I haven't slept well for a long time? The lower eyelid is green."

"I can't sleep." Zhao Jianzhi pinched the 1st corner: "I can't sleep."

The soft bare rely on, patted the squat: "Come, lying down."

Zhao Yings conferred to the praise of the praise: "Color induce? I am not broken."

My face is contempt: "You can't see it! Little fart one!"

Who is more like a little fare ...

Zhao Jojun was lying down: "Well, it is more comfortable than Long bed."

"what?"

"The dragon beds of the emperors of the past are good sandalwood plus a thin layer of Yunjin cotton. It is alert to the emperor that is not a good job of comfort."

The softness is full of sympathy: "Poor poor."

Zhao Ying was lying well, and the soft bare was covered with him, supported the upper body, gently patted him: "Don't think, comfortably sleep, there is no trouble ..."

It is very comfortable. Zhao Jian wanted. He moved, and the soft bare took him with him, and the mouth did not know what song of singing. Zhao Joji was quickly confused, and the head was more than a little. The softness is holding him, still singing. The words are not true, anyway, it is also a child sleeping. Warm in the nest, there is the sun's aroma.

Comfortable.

Zhao Ying's confidence is very strict. The rear of the drama is quarreled, or things like the new scorpion are not exist at all. Because Shaoyang Emperor stipulates that the range of activities of the hind is absolutely not exceeding the scope. Even the slavery of the near-body servo has a prescribed route, the surrendee is dead.

More specifically, Shaoyang Emperors is actually a little disgusted woman. Especially long tongue. Therefore, there is no more speech in the palace people. Shao Yang Emperor is not a faint, but it is also can't afford. This world is that he slaughtered his own Laozi, so he is not afraid of something. In the past, there was a jealousy, and it harmed another peony. The result can be imagined that the door is full. As the emperor, it is still hoping that the world is always going to go to the "Empress". As long as he is not annoyed, everything is good. Those gods of the flower branches always let him think of the young people who are bullied by the mother. He hates them. Hate hate. Heat of a group of eggs. And some eggs are not out of the eggs, can only be bullied to look for balancers than those with low level. Level 1, malignant diffusion. He still remembers how a somewhat lost, how to use embroidery shoes with embroidered shoes, because he accidentally fell her jadez. There is also one, and the winter season is called him to open the ice of the Huangcheng River to her silk. Later, he and her mother had a lung disease, and he was thrown away from a abandoned toilet. When they die, throw it into the toilet and fill it, make sure it will not be infected.

He and the mother did not die. Small arm and hand, there is a calf feet, frozen, and go back to several layers. He fell in the root, and he was a little frozen in winter.

These in life in front of him, but it is home to work.

He is a little pity. But when I saw them, I couldn't help but secretly. It is an angry. he knows. But he can't control it. Shaoyang Emperor is strong, endurance, and the woman he has hocked is crazy for him. He is only just a leaking, no interest, is not interested. He is not interested in men, which will let him think of "Dragon Lady".

He has been carefully operateing his ambition. His only interest is this. He is still very interested in his opponent, especially, the Lanling king.

"Is it delicious?" The softness blinked and looked at him. Last time I woke up this looks a lot of emperors. I actually promised to use his kitchenette. The spoon fish soup with a silver spoon was slowly drunk, and then the silver chopsticks were picked up with silver. Shaoyang Di smiled: "It is really delicious."

"That is!" My son is proud: "My son is like a small squid soup, I like to drink my hand, and I am happy every time."

Shaoyang Emperor fingers a foundation from the Royal On-the-Royal On-site: "You taste this, taste is good."

The soft child saw a Pin Songtang, a little bit, and then took a bite very happy: "Not sweet enough!" Said a piece of sweet cake sent in the morning: "Look, still this sweet."

Shaoyang Emperor's eyes flashed, reached out and took the sweet cake, sniffing. "Added it."

"what?"

"Or contraceptive, abortion medicine." Shaoyang Emperor smiled.