The beauty of the fishing department is a god in the love variety show

Fang Sen glanced at the time. It had been five or six hours since they entered the mausoleum. It was ten twenty in the evening. No wonder everyone felt tired.

Everyone was divided into groups to watch the night, and everyone took out the blankets in the package and wrapped them around their bodies, and found a random place to curl up and rest.Fortunately, although the sun is not seen here, it is not cold, but the temperature is suitable, which will not be too unbearable.

Song An was arranged to work with Fang Sen in the second half of the night.That time period is the most difficult, so the arrangement must be a capable person, and Fang Sen really can't understand other people, so he arranged for him.

Song An fell into a deep sleep, but his soul seemed to follow the fragrance of the longevity flower, and slowly walked into the illusory dreamland.

"Song Qing, what do you think?"

Song An suddenly opened his eyes, and met a pair of black pupils that were as sinister as an abyss. For a while, he couldn't figure out where he was.

What's going on here?

It was only then that he realized that he was standing bowed under the Golden Luan Hall at this time, his wide sleeves and exquisite embroidery clearly showed his identity as an ancient.

On both sides of the empty hall are big red lacquered columns with golden dragons carved on them, obviously used by the emperor.

On the top is the emperor's throne, the whole body is carved with golden dragons, and behind it are seven screens with carved dragons and gold lacquer. The dragons in the caisson above bow their heads to the countryside, and the dragons coiled on six golden pillars surround the throne.

Sitting among them was his acquaintance——Fang Sen!

However, the same face gives people completely different feelings.

Although the modern Fang Sen is a bit harsh and indifferent, it doesn't make people feel intimidated; but at this time, the emperor who is sitting above wearing a dragon robe and a crown on his head, just a look in his eyes makes people tremble with fear and chills.

who is thisWho is he?How to answer this question?

A series of questions popped up in Song An's mind, making his face slightly pale and embarrassed.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the emperor stared at him stupidly, with a look of carelessness flashing between his brows and eyes, his tone was neither light nor serious, but he asked as if hiding thunderous anger: "Why does Song Qing keep staring at me in a daze?"

Only then did Song An kneel down on the ground as if he had come to his senses.Although modern people kneel to the sky and kneel to their parents, but at this time, for the sake of his own life, he can't take care of so much.

"Your Majesty is majestic with majestic talent and mighty momentum. I accidentally looked up at the holy face and was stunned for a while. I am really terrified. Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

As he spoke, he pressed his forehead against the icy ground, and the turbulent waves in his eyes slowly returned to calm, regaining most of his sanity.

The emperor didn't seem to expect such flattering words to come out of his mouth. He paused for a moment before chuckling, and he could hear that he was in a better mood.

"What's wrong with Song Qing, get up quickly, there is no need for so many etiquette between you and me."

Song An couldn't believe it, but he didn't dare to be disobedient, so he quickly got up from the ground, stood with his hands tied, and speculated on the mind of the Holy Emperor, His Majesty Beichen.

Yes, there is probably no other possibility except the Holy Emperor.After all, they entered his mausoleum rashly, and it was not uncommon for them to be dragged into dreams by his soul.

However, there was no record of the emperor's deeds in the history he studied, so he didn't know how to answer.

Emperor Beichen sized up this Tanhualang whom he personally picked up, and had to admit that every time he saw Song An, he would be amazed by that handsome and elegant appearance.

As the saying goes, Rongrong Asahi is not as good as Tanhualang's flawless white face, and the folks are not wrong about this.

However, he hadn't seen Song An for a long time, and this time it was a coincidence that he wanted to keep him to talk.It's just that whether these words are good or not depends on Tan Hualang's ability.

"Song Qing, tell me, is it better to use Blue Rain or not for the general who attacks the Great Cang?"

What is Da Cang?Who is Blue Rain?

Song An pursed her thin lips, feeling that the proposition came a little too fast.

He bowed his head respectfully: "If Your Majesty thinks it's good, it's naturally very good."

oh?Emperor Beichen raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect to get such an ambiguous answer from Song An's mouth, this is not in line with his character.

Song An calmed down, but spoke his mind more and more calmly: "Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, who helps the world, expands the territory, governs the people, and even if you look back at the history books, you may not be able to find it." A few people who can stand by your side."

"With your wisdom and ingenuity, you naturally have your own considerations and intentions in appointing Master Lan Yu as the General of the Cang. Although I racked my brains, I couldn't figure out three points of it, but I sincerely believed in the wisdom of His Majesty's move. .”

"So, if your majesty asks the minister to say it, it will naturally only have three words - 'good, excellent'."

Song An also had no choice, his eyes were darkened, and he seemed to have no other way to save his life except shameless flattery.

Maybe this flattery will be slapped on the horse's leg, but as long as the words are nice, at least they won't be dragged out and beheaded.

He didn't know if he would die if he was beheaded in the dream, but he obviously didn't want to try.

The hall was so quiet that he could even hear his own beating heartbeat.

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter, and with the sound of footsteps, he could already see the corner of the emperor's dragon robe stabbing the golden dragon.

Beichen held up Song An's hand, motioning him to look up at him.I thought that I would see a flattering look, but I was surprised to find that the other party's eyes were as clear as light, full of sincerity and truth.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and raised the corners of his mouth as if pleased.

It's really interesting, it seems that this Tanhua Lang really thinks so.Being treated like this by scholars who are regarded as high-spirited, gentlemen like jade, even the Holy Emperor himself can't help being happy.

No wonder people say that listening to a villain's praise is a pleasure, but it is unavoidable to be uneasy, but if listening to a gentleman's praise, it is a good mood, which only makes people feel happy.

"Okay, let's follow your auspicious words and order Lan Yu to be the right deputy general, lead an army of 20, and send troops to Da Cang."

[I'm sorry, I finally understand why Song An is so smart, but the program team gave him an F in all evaluations!

Anyone with a bit of common sense knows that the Northern Expedition to the Great Cang was one of the major wrong decisions made by the Holy Emperor. Because of this, the Great Cang lost nearly [-] troops, and it was only a draw with the opponent.

Although it is not to the point of begging for peace and mercy, it definitely makes his face ugly.Now it seems that Song An is a little clever, but when Emperor Beichen's Northern Expedition fails, all this anger will be poured on his head, causing his blood to splatter three feet!In my opinion, Song An won't survive tomorrow night this time. 】

[What's going on with An'an?I learned it in junior high school history textbooks, why did I forget it! 】

[Hehe, it must be that the education is not high, maybe he just graduated from elementary school, so I don't know for sure. 】

On the other side, Ling Ye's performance was completely opposite to his. Almost the moment he heard the Holy Emperor's question, he lifted up his robe and knelt on the ground, sternly telling the disadvantages of taking Lan Yu as a general.

That proud appearance, like red plums in the snow, is admired and loved.

【Wow, Ling Ye is still smart, look at the admiring look of Emperor Beichen, and only responded with a sentence 'Man, you have successfully caught my attention'. 】

【However, this time only two people fell into the dream. It seems that none of the other guests were favored by the Holy Emperor. 】

[That's normal, the Holy Emperor doesn't like women, and the heirs are all adopted, so those female guests definitely don't take advantage.Among the male guests, Ling Ye and Song An were the best looking, so it was only natural to choose them first. 】

[Then if the boss this time is the ghost of the Holy Emperor, wouldn't he be too unfriendly to the female guest? !This is not fair, I want to complain to the program group! 】

[Is there any way, it's all a matter of luck. 】

Leaving aside the fact that the program team over there received complaints from countless fans, after Song An was woken up here, looking at Fang Sen's familiar face, his heart was full of complexities.

It wasn't because he was thinking wildly, maybe Fang Sen was the reincarnation of the Holy Emperor...

Fang Sen couldn't stand his eyes, he frowned in displeasure, and asked gruffly, "Why are you looking at me like that?!"

Song An looked away leisurely, sighed slightly, picked up the mineral water bottle and took a sip of water, moistening his dry throat.

"You look even more handsome under the firelight, don't you?"

Fang Sen didn't expect him to praise himself, first he raised his chest proudly, and then froze when his eyes touched the mineral water bottle.

This one closes his eyes, that's his water!

But it was useless for him to stare blankly, Song An had already drank it, so it was obviously meaningless to say it again at this time.

He was so breathless that he didn't want to talk to Song An for a long time. He turned his head and fiddled with the fire viciously, his eyes filled with displeasure.

However, he waited for a long time, but he didn't see Song An talking. He thought he was dissatisfied with his attitude, and became more angry. He was in a daze, his expression was a bit fragile under the firelight.

Oh wow, I'm still scared!

Fang Senzheng was surprised that an ordinary student was so calm and fearless in the face of danger, it really made people wonder and wonder.But at this time, under the darkness of night and in a place where no one was around, Song An's exposed fragility made him completely relieved.

After all, he is still a young man without full hair, after all, he can't hide too deeply.

After realizing that he had seen through Song An's secret, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and the irritability and unhappiness that had just risen also dissipated.

"Hey, would you like to sit closer so that we can enjoy the fire?"

Fang Sen was proud of himself, and it took him a long time to think of such an excuse, so as not to pierce the fragile self-esteem of the young man.

Tsk, he is really considerate, look at the young man's moving eyes, if he said a few more words, he might almost cry.

Of course, Song An didn't want to cry, he was just relieved that the modern Fang Sen was much easier to get along with than the Holy Emperor, it was probably a kind of fatherly heart to watch the bear boy become honest.

He did not refuse Fang Sen's invitation, moved over, took out a small packet of chocolate chip cookies from his backpack, and handed it to him.

Fang Sen took a bite in disgust. Although the taste was good, it was obviously too unprofessional to bring this thing to the grave.

"In the future, you should bring more compressed biscuits, so as not to have accidents and starve."

The young man's smile is extraordinarily gentle, like a peach blossom rain in spring, with a heart-stopping warmth.

"Of order, but this is only for you to eat, it's our little secret."

Fang Sen turned his head uncomfortably, not wanting to look at that bewitching smile.

Cut, it's just a chocolate chip cookie, he doesn't care about it!