Chapter 7： It is impossible to sleep in a bed. (2/2)

Xiao Yuan felt that the teenager around him was obviously shivering: ”No, he is very good, I suddenly lost interest, you take him back, remember to reward him.”

The red sleeve nodded and waited for Xiao Yu'an to lie down again, then blow out the candle and lead the boy to leave.

Surrounded by silence, Xiao Yuan closed his eyes and slammed openly. He subconsciously reached out and tried to touch the cell phone on his pillow. He stretched half and reacted again, silently withdrawing his hand.

Xiao Yuan has a problem.

When he is asleep, there must be someone else's breathing sound. In modern times, Xiao Yuan can use the mobile phone to record and play, but now the situation makes Xiao Yuan feel helpless.

When trying to fall asleep, Xiao Yuan sighed heavily and sat up and squatted at the temple. After a while, Xiao Yuan decided to go out.

At the entrance of the emperor's palace, there were heavy guards, and Xiao Yuan thought about it for a long while, and went over the window.

Then the two guards who kept the window stunned and saw a man jumping out of the window of the palace and rolling on the grass to stabilize his figure.

The two guards quickly pulled the sword and placed it around the man's neck.

Xiao Yuan looked up and looked at the two guards.

The sword in the guard's hand fell to the ground.

......

Xiao Yuan stood up, calmly picked off the weeds on his head, and then patted the shoulders of the guards: ”Comrades, hard work, the original window is also guarded.”

The guard was photographed with a soft knee and a slam.

Xiao Yuan pulled up people and asked: ”Which road guards are less?”

The guard trembled and pointed to a stone path along the guide.

Xiao Yuan nodded with satisfaction, and his hands were behind him and he was going to the gravel path.

The guards quickly shouted: ”The emperor, the night is deep, you are single...”

”I am happy to be alone in the phoenix double flying wing.”

”can……”

”Poor cold food and clear, can't you talk nonsense?”

”but……”

”But let the Dragon City fly in, and say it to you.”

Seeing the guards really dare not speak, Xiao Yuan could not help but sigh: ”Three hundred Tang poems, it is the crystallization of wisdom.”

After that, Xiao Yu'an took a small tune away, leaving the guards four minds: ”What is the 300 heads of Tang poetry...”

The guardian did not bully Xiao Yu'an. The road in the south was really unmanned. Half of the moon was gently laid down with a layer of tulle, and it was lightly squatting on Xiao Yu'an.

The Northland was at the beginning of the winter, the cold wind was sloppy, Xiao Yu'an was thin, and some could not stand it. After a while, he decided to go back. Just as he turned and prepared to return to the original road, the sound of the sound of the remnant sound suddenly came from his ear.