Niu Fei Zai Xia - Chapter 1193

What Zhuang Yu sang is the song “The Curtain of the Curtain” written by Wu Hao.

Who is going to wait for the static makeup?

The empty Yi Yi Xu Xuan…

Sighing water and falling flowers…

Every lyrics seems to be in the heart of Zhuang.

What is Xuanwu Emperor for me? Who is waiting for his own red makeup?

The emperor is the emperor, he came here, how about not coming? I am not waiting for him. –

Could it be that Zhou Ruoru? Although these days are really missing, but she is coming, we don’t know what to say.

It seems that there is a common language between the two rooms.

Who is the outline of makeup? Maybe it’s just that life is like a dream, and the air is left in my heart.

Zhuang Yu’s tears are slightly dry.

She is also a very intelligent person, and soon wanted to understand her own thoughts.

Lonely candle, maybe you will spend the rest of your life?

Zhuang Yi could not help but think of many battles in the palace. In particular, there is no war of smoke in the daytime, and I don’t know how much the red-faced life is, and how many beautiful women are suffering from the cold palace.

I am here, at least not a cold palace.

Zhuang Yu grinned bitterly, looking at Wu Hao’s music lyrics, but it was a heart and soul. She simply abandoned the original Zhuangzi, and no longer imagined whether she could regain her favor.

Wu Hao couldn’t think of it. One of his own songs on the bead curtains was a song that included a possible music.

Back to the Prince of the Ink, just got off the carriage and did not wait to enter the government, Wu Hao but see the government gate not far from there are a few young women standing in a quirky.

Standing in nature is not a strange place. The problem is that each of them has an umbrella.

What kind of umbrella do you have on a sunny day?

Wu Hao stunned, but suddenly understood.

The woman is really good, and Wu Hao slaps her head. I went to a temple where Zhuang Zhenjing was rehabilitated, and I was already annoyed.

“Come on.” Wu Hao screamed.

“Serve Zhou Gu grandma.” A dozen small people ran across the smoke. He was ordered to listen.

Grandma? Listening to you is so awkward? Wu Xin said that I don’t hurt, but it is easy to have a chest pain. Hurry up and say: “Just call Zhou girl, what is the big name?”

“Yes – Serving the girl of Zhou.” More than a dozen attendants are obedient.

I am always thinking about laughing: Huang Maotou said in front of her grandmother, it is no wonder that people are not willing to listen. More than the name, it is inevitable to associate some of her special highlights.

Wu Hao is not paying attention to the old laughter. On the contrary, I feel that the effect of this call is quite cool, and I am proud of it. I told the ten servants of the Prince of Ink: “You come in and sing a song together.”

More than a dozen attendants were inexplicable, but their identity could not be questioned at all, and they followed Wu Hao into the house.

The young women at the door seemed to be squatting with their umbrellas, but they looked at them with great enthusiasm. When I saw Wu Hao, I went in, and I couldn’t help but be disappointed.

“Oh, Zhou Weiru seems to have not understood our behavior.”

“I also think anyone can understand it?”

“How do you go back to the Qing Princess?”

These women are squatting.

Have not argued a conclusion yet. The more than a dozen attendants of the Prince of Mercy returned to the door.

Their expressions stood a little awkwardly in front of the gate, and they exchanged a glance with each other. They sang together and sang loudly: “The sun comes out and feeds, and you are happy, hehe–“

Many passers-by on the streets were shocked. The door of the Ink Prince’s Palace also sang a folk song?

The women who held the umbrellas listened to each other on the spot.

“Oh, what about the dozen big men who made the konjac together?”

“Is not right, the meaning of the lyrics is carrying something.”

The young woman with a quick mind is clap his hands: “This song is afraid to sing to our Princess Qing!”

“Ah! You said this, it seems a bit smeared.”

“Don’t be passionate. It’s a song, is it definitely related to the princess?”

“It is to reply to our Princess Qing.”

“I didn’t see it?”

“Metaphor. Isn’t the sun coming out?”

“Who said it? I think this song is awkward.”

“Then you said, let’s have an umbrella here, what do you mean?”

“Is it clear that the princess is not happy, it is not clear? If it is not clear, it is raining, and naturally it is necessary to play an umbrella.”

They argued here, after the dozens of guards sang a few folk songs. Actually, they said in concert: “We are talking about the girl Zhou-“

As soon as I heard this, the girls holding the umbrellas screamed and listened to each other.

Just listen to the guards and sing: “We are talking about the girl… The east side of the sunrise is raining in the west, the road is clear but sunny!”

Wow, it sounds like a big feeling. A group of women suddenly understood that the guess was correct. Sure enough, it is a word.

The women holding the umbrellas smashed their umbrellas and went to the corner of the street to take the carriage back to Changqing Palace.

In the Changqing Palace, the princess is sulking.

“Death is not conscience, die outside and not come back.” Qing Princess wrote a brush in her boudoir, while writing and exerting force.

The pen was slammed.

Several of her personal maids were waiting to be side by side, and could not help but smile in one heart.

Before the Princess Qing Qing came out of the Xuanwu Emperor’s Yang Xin Dian, she heard Zhou Xiruo’s visit to Zhuang’s latest espionage.

Xuanwuhuang just smiled a little, but it was a hurricane to ask the princess of the Qing Dynasty: “You can bear this?”

Princess Qing still worried that her father would be angry, but when he saw that he was not angry, his heart just let go, but he turned his mind and began to give birth to his sweetheart.

After leaving Wudu Gonggan, when I came back, I actually ran to Zhuangtang, who was arranged to renovate the Buddha. What do you mean? Unhappy and returning to Changqing Palace, Princess Qing sent several palace ladies to the Prince of Murray.

She married the women in the ordinary women’s clothing, but each person holds an umbrella.

This is a puzzle, but as long as you have the heart, it is easy to crack.

Princess Qing is waiting in her Changqing Palace. She can’t stand the temper has broken a few shots of the best wolf ~www.mtlnovel.com~ In the past, the gentle princess of the gentle and elegant style will behave like this. They are simply screaming.

“His Royal Highness, there is an echo!”

Far from the news of the good news, a few ladies screamed at the palace robes while they ran over. They can’t take care of changing clothes again, only wearing robes.

“In what kind of system.” Several female guards at the gatekeeper screamed, seeing the princess far away and rushing to salute.

“Quickly say!” Qing princess screamed with apricot eyes.

“Calling…” The few women who reported the letter rushed for a while.

Straight to the princess hate to want to lame, they only swearing: “Zhou girl let a dozen people sing a song, but also with a sentence!” (to be continued.)

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