Chapter 11： I’ve never seen someone so stupid. (1/2)

Xiao Yuan never imagined that one day after he crossed, it was not boring without TV, not suffering from no WIFI, not anxious about no air conditioning.

But I can’t sleep! sleep! Do not! !

After Xiao Yu'an was lying in bed and squatting for a long time, he didn't feel sleepy. He simply rolled over and went to harass Yang Liuan who was watching the night in front of the temple.

Yang Weiwei was scared enough, but still honestly accompanied Xiao Yuan to talk about life.

Xiao Yu'an: ”The sea is all water, the horse is four legs, heaven, I want to sleep.”

Yang Liu’s mouth is twitching, and his heart is collapsing, but as a close-fitting bodyguard of the emperor, he listened very carefully and seriously to Xiao Yu’an’s broken thoughts, which is called a good sense of movement.

”Right, Liu An, do you have family?” Xiao Yuan read for a while and suddenly asked.

”Back to the emperor, no.”

”What about your parents?”

Yang Liuan hesitated a bit, or honestly replied: ”We are born to the palace girl. I don't know who the father is. The micro-minister grew up in the palace and got the first emperor's kindness. He got the position of the guard. Now he works for the emperor. Do your best, die and then.”

Inexplicably thinking of the story of the separation of Yang Liu's body in the original, Xiao Yuan wrinkled his eyes uncomfortably and changed the subject.

After chatting for a while, Xiao Yuan remembered that the young king had the characteristics of broken sleeves. I was afraid that this would be the case. Yang Liu’an’s innocence was not guaranteed, so he went back to bed and went to the body.

It’s been a while, and the candlelight is shining outside the hall. It’s red sleeves: “The emperor, are you sleeping?”

”Well? Didn't sleep, what happened?” Xiao Yuan was puzzled.

The red sleeves carry a lantern and carry a porcelain bowl in one hand: ”The slaves listened to Yang Weiwei, and the emperor couldn’t squat at night, so he sang the soup of the gods.”

Xiao Yu'an is warm in the heart: in this article of all the understanding of the sisters will be in the bag of the male owner, the red-sleeved sister you are definitely a clear stream!

And the red sleeves also know that the young king has to be a male color, and this kind of behavior certainly does not mean to express love, and so on! Red sleeves know their temperament, so...

Xiao Yu'an suddenly came up with an idea and asked the red sleeve: ”Nothing, the soup will not drink, but you can accompany me on the bed with red sleeves, just wait for me to sleep.”

Red-sleeved plaque: ”Is the emperor feeling that the long night is too boring? Is it better to scream a few imprisons to accompany you?”

Don't call those little goblins again, I really can't walk the rule of the overbearing president! And they came to stick with the dog skin plaster as soon as they came! Tearing can't tear it down!

Xiao Yuan is helpless: ”No, I have recently advocated the preservation of the heavens and the desire to destroy people.”

”Destroy, destroy people's desires?” The red sleeves almost bitten off their tongues. ”The emperor, how come you suddenly become empty!”

......

In a word, the red sleeves were consciously uncomfortable, and they were so frightened that they would scream: ”Slaves, slaves, and the emperor.”

Xiao Yuan, who feels that he can no longer sleep well, wants to cry without tears: ”Nothing, get up, don't move, you will kneel down.”

The red sleeves sighed and sighed.

When the speech communication failed, when Xiao Yu'an was about to give up, the red sleeves no longer had half a nonsense, and actively blew out the candlelight and stood beside the dragon couch.