Empress Chongxilong who became a sick and weak emperor

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Seeing this, Xu Huaiqing put the book down, and there is nothing unclear about it.

He hooked his hands and said, "Come over and have a chat."

Xu Huaiqing is very beautiful, and she is beautiful with a warm glow of smoke and fire. Since she followed Song Yan to Miaojiang to mess around, the nobility on her body was inevitably suppressed again and again. Many, every move adds a smile.

So Song Yan was far from frightened to the point of trembling, on the contrary, the embarrassment between the old husband and the old husband was more.

He walked forward, rarely blushing.

Song Yan stood in front of Xu Huaiqing, bent down and hugged him in her arms, rubbed her head against her face, and whispered, "Long is like that, but I am not, don't you understand?"

Song Yan is a natural creature, and when he was a baby, he could turn into a little dragon with immature horns. The history of his transformation is beyond investigation, but one thing is clear, there is no flaw in his body, that is to say, he Now it is no different from normal men.

Previously, Huaiqing would only hug his tail, let alone notice, and he would not deliberately mention it when he was indulging in tenderness.

It's just that today I happened to come across an ancient book about dragons, and it happened to be about the same...

Xu Huaiqing's eyes were bent by the hairy head, as if he had been scratched to a comfortable place, but he became serious again the next moment.

"What do I know, I don't know anything."

Xu Huaiqing pressed Song Yan's shoulders, and distanced the two of them. His beautiful eyebrows were stained with indignation and he stared at Song Yan's eyes: "But now that I know it, let me see it well."

Song Yan's face became even redder, and the sound of her heart beating thumped her eardrums: "What do you know?"

"Dragon, it's not good..."

The sage taught us to know propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame. He, Song Yan, always engraved this sentence in his heart. At any rate, we should abide by the rules of ordinary people in the world. For example, love between humans and animals is not good.

Song Yan's scalp was numb, and there were bitter words brewing in her heart, trying to persuade her daughter-in-law who was bolder than him.

"Why is it not good? Why is it not good to make you a little dragon?" Xu Huaiqing rolled his eyes, suddenly got a hooliganish air on his upper body, and said nastyly: "Can you eat it?"

what?

This is a bit straightforward, no, listen again.

Song Yan handed over the ear, but was patted back by Xu Huaiqing.

Xu Huaiqing couldn't help showing a little smile, and Song Yan laughed foolishly.

"Hurry up, make it a size that can wrap around my wrist." Xu Huaiqing urged.

He has always used Song Yan's huge body, and he can even lie on it to sleep, like a mat.

It's just warm and a little hard dragon scales or soft belly, so I never teased the little golden dragon.

Song Yan smiled with a stomach ache, put her hand on Xu Huaiqing's, and acted according to her words.

Isn't it just getting smaller, it's not mighty and domineering at all.

Xu Huaiqing tilted his head curiously, and held his right hand more steadily.

In a moment, a delicate little thing was picked up on Xu Huaiqing's palm. The little thing was slender, golden-yellow in color, with small claws. You can see Wang Bazhi's head held high, and the dragon's beard floating in the air.

It was a miniature version of the little golden dragon, lying in Xu Huaiqing's hands, with its tail hanging down.

Xu Huaiqing blinked, and lightly touched her with the other hand.

Song Yan didn't care about being ashamed, and rubbed her head against Xu Huaiqing's soft palm, as if to say, are you satisfied?

"You are so beautiful." Xu Huaiqing's voice was much softer, like spring water rippling past, he was dazed by what he saw, as if he was bewitched, like a lover meeting for the first time.

Xu Huaiqing stretched out his fingers and poked the little golden dragon's chin, Song Yan was forced to shake his head and became dizzy, and he didn't know when he was teased by the fingers and turned over, revealing his smooth and soft belly.

The little golden dragon's four feet were both upturned and drooping.

Xu Huaiqing showed a meaningful smile, rubbed the little golden dragon's belly with his fingertips and raised his eyebrows.

Hmm... the records in the ancient books are not false.

Song Yan's dragon tail twitched suddenly, and immediately turned over, avoiding Xu Huaiqing's fingers far away.

!In an instant, the little golden dragon was rosy in gold, shining red.

He is going to be angry!

Song Yan complained silently, her stunned eyes filled with disbelief, she stood motionless on Xu Huaiqing's wrist.

Xu Huaiqing didn't explain, pinched the little golden dragon and hung it on the lapel: "Let's go, go home."

The wind at night was very messy, and it blew on Xu Huaiqing's lapel with a bang, making Xu Huaiqing refreshed and making Song Yan suspect Long Sheng.

He lived for so long in vain and was educated by human beings.

Although the sweetest spouse.

Xu Huaiqing returned to the small courtyard, did not go through the main entrance, directly entered the courtyard with light work, and then walked into the house.

As soon as they entered the room, the two shadows suddenly jumped onto the paper window, and they got very close, almost as close as ear to ear.

Song Yan has taken advantage of the situation and turned into a human form, determined to educate the bold Majesty well.

In the dark night, a faint stream of light flashed by, and the small sound of a person's back hitting the screen and the subsequent unknown voice were swallowed into the silencer array, and nothing leaked out.

Sound-absorbing array, a good helper for sound insulation.

……

the following afternoon.

Song Yan pushed open the door, and the infinitely beautiful scenery leaped into the house in an instant, with a wide view, which immediately made people feel at ease.

Feeling better is better.

He is going to the stove to cook porridge.

After such a long time of practice, Song Yan has been able to cook porridge that is fragrant, sweet, soft and glutinous, and the taste will not change even when adding various nourishing things, it can be said to be full of color, fragrance and taste.

When Song Yan returned to the house, Xu Huaiqing had already packed up and sat at the table waiting to be fed.

The two of them ate the porridge slowly before the day officially started.

Song Yan was sitting in the yard doing woodcarving, while Xu Huaiqing was lying on a chair and doing things in his hands.

The courtyard door was creaked, and along with the sound of footsteps, Zhang Zao saw the visible surprise of the two people in the courtyard, and said, "Big brother, you are here!"

Since the whereabouts of the two elder brothers have always been uncertain, Zhang Zao did not expect to see the two of them as soon as he returned home.

"Why did you come back early?" Xu Huaiqing asked with concern.

They greet each other as if they are raising children.Correspondingly, they also bought the restaurant where Zhang Zao was currently an apprentice, and Zhang Zao loved to run outside when he couldn't be free. Of course, Xu Huaiqing and Song Yan also had to ensure the safety of this kid.

Zhang Zao stood up and answered with a straight smile: "The shopkeeper closed the shop early today, saying he was avoiding the limelight."

He complained bitterly: "Brother Xu, you don't know that there are thieves hiding in the Holy City, and the Holy Maiden's Mansion was stolen last night. I heard that the lost things are very valuable, and the government has gone several times.

But now there is no useful news, and he doesn't know the shape of the thief. The shopkeeper is afraid, and he doesn't know the situation, so he closes the restaurant early. "

"Now the holy city is getting more and more chaotic every day. Brother Xu and Song should not go out. If you want to know anything, just ask me."

Zhang Zao patted his chest to assure that he actually intended to scare people, perhaps because he had been in the holy city for a long time, and he was used to the chaos here, and even because of the mixed fish and dragons, he was better than most of the people here as a small shrimp. .

But the two big brothers are different, Kong has a lot of kung fu, if he meets someone who knows witchcraft, he might fall down.

So, it's good not to go out, the world is so chaotic, and they are thousands of miles away from the emperor's feet, so they should be careful in every possible way, avoiding as much as possible.

Seeing this, Xu Huaiqing couldn't help but comforted him and said, "Don't be afraid, one day Miao Jiang is within Daxing's territory, and he won't be able to mess up one day."

He thought: "If you're really worried, you can stay in the yard to avoid the limelight. I'll go to the restaurant and talk to you."

Zhang Zao was suddenly moved, but there was still a wanton smile on his face: "I am so old, I can protect myself, Miao men are never weak!"

Song Yan gave him a thumbs up.

Zhang Zao sat down and looked serious, with a calm and unhurried air of a young adult at a young age.

"I'll tell my elder brother what happened in the holy city in the past two days, so that you can know what's going on outside even if you don't go out, and you won't be bored." Zhang Zao was very sincere. spoke up.

Song Yan and Xu Huaiqing really need news.

It is true that they are too lazy to go out and manage information, so that they are still groping for things until now, and the information they know is only bits and pieces from the county magistrate and Zhang Zao, which is very unsystematic.

Now that Zhang Zao is so on the road, afraid that they will be bored, he deliberately tells them all the things that happened in the holy city, so that they can feel unspeakable comfort in their hearts.

Song Yan sorted out the context of the whole incident from Zhang Zao's mouth, and the witchcraft competition itself was impetuous.

Now the two of them are being touted outside, other wizards are fighting in the ring, and there are still people looking for them. The Saint Maiden Mansion was stolen, which is actually a euphemism for the outside world that the master of the Saint Maiden Mansion disappeared, Gu insects were destroyed, and their strength was weakened.

Now the holy city is in chaos, but the chaos is good.

It is a good opportunity for wizards and witches to find them to compete against each other, and the Holy Maiden's Mansion has no time to take care of them. Even if they want to intervene, it is just empty air, and they will not be tough in a short time.

The reputation of the two wizards has grown, as long as they stand as the county magistrate, the Holy City will have the right to speak, and then, it will be much easier to change.

Song Yan pondered, and asked Zhang Zao, "When is the duel between the wizards and Mr. Ghost Face?"

Zhang Zao: "The last day of the Witchcraft Competition."

The witchcraft competition lasted for five days, and today is the third day.

Song Yan knew that he and Huaiqing were going.

At this time Zhang Zao added: "The wizard who is going to fight is Wu Maosong, the number one wizard in the holy city. He is very famous among the people and has many believers."

Song Yan nodded. He expects that the county magistrate will be holding the battle post. He will go to pick it up that day, and then he will adapt accordingly. After all, he and Huaiqing are not idiots.

After thinking it over, Song Yan started to work on woodcarving again, the small courtyard was too monotonous, besides colorful and colorful, rural objects had to be placed.

The three of them were busy in the yard, and Zhang Zao went to make a pot of tea, accompanied by the west slanting sun and cool breeze, not to mention how comfortable it was.