Chapter 122 The Emperor's Birthday

Tibetan Valley

The heavy snow is hung on the bare bald branches, and the heavy ones seem to fall in the next moment.

"Lao Yuan, you keep me in my wine, I come over when I have time." Li Mingliang's voice echoed in the valley.

Fall.

Yuan Tianzhang looked at Li Ming and others away, and a horrible smile sketched the corner of his mouth. Li Ming reminded him of the previous person who was so arrogant in front of him.

Haven't survived the baptism of the years.

Shi Yao looked at the bad handsome back, and found that the bad handsome at this time seemed to have different changes. The whole person was no longer as dead as before, as if it became a living person, but she changed this change.

I am happy.

Yuan Tianzheng turned around for a long time and then turned back to the pavilion. A booklet on the cloud bed was lying quietly on it.

"Great Tragedy"

Yuan Tianzheng stretched out his hand for a long time after a long time, and opened the cheats. When he opened the first page, the pen and ink seemed to be just concerned.

"Lao Yuan, this old cow eats less about tender grass, so as not to teach my son when you get it. And you don't keep drinking my wine!"

Yuan Tianzhang looked at the cheats in his hand. He couldn't help but hold his cheats, but he couldn't see his expression, but it was obviously not good.

"Big pot, what's wrong?"

Today's Luoyang is still silent as usual. Since it is incorporated into the Qi Kingdom, Luoyang has gradually recovered the style of Dongdu, and the once trauma seems to have healed.

"Tomorrow is New Year's Eve"

Yin Han and others entered the city but attracted a lot of eyes. The handsome and handsome men of the woman seemed to have paused for a moment.

Covering a little wind, the sound of the street sounded again.

Hurrying with the coming time was the same as the emperor at this time to watch the snow scene of the end of Nanshan with the snow.

The altar shows that this trip has a lot of gains.

Tibetan Valley

Li Ming heard that he thought about it for a moment ago, Wen Sheng said: "It is still thoughtful that the husband is thoughtful, and just now is the wrong body."

Tiansheng formation method, Longquan sword tactics, Huayang Needle method, alchemy tips ...

"Is it possible to worship Xuan Jingtian as a teacher? As for such a small reaction?" The emperor scratched his head but understood why everyone's reaction was so small, but Yin Han refuted: "Yes, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you

Reject, then go back to me. "

Yuan Tianzhang continued to read the mood that had not fluctuated for a long time. The movement of the slow page rolling up was obviously seriously pondering. After a long time, a long sighing in the pavilion sounded

Nanshan

The dream on the side seemed to be considering whether to make your child worship the teacher Xuan Jingtian. Although you are still the little young girl in Huanghua, when you see the emperor, you even think about the child's name. <

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"Yin Han! Our son still sells me when he was born?" Li Ming looked at the emperor believes, and everyone heard that he had a strange vision, as if watching a negative heart of a wife and abandonment.

Special.

In the eyes of the emperor's eyes, the golden light glanced at the baby girl in Li Ming's belly, and she praised the bento and refused, huh?

Xun Meng looked at Zhang Lan's colorful streets and the eyes of the eager look at the emperor. The emperor naturally knew that the big girl wanted to play again.

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Xiaoxue did not stop all night, the cold wind between heaven and earth whistled, and Luoyang covered with snow was like a special snow and snow country.

However, the Lagerstroemia Palace of Luoyang Center is filled with a relaxed atmosphere. The four -day Saint Jiji of the Magic Shengfang guards the palace.

Six in a flash of eyes, six months passed

Yin Han looked at Xun Mengya, who was running around the streets, shook her head. The girl was not bad for everything. She gave Miao Chengtian a look.

Young goods, standing with Yuan Tianzhang with a wine altar.

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Tibetan Valley

Yin Han scattered the golden light in his eyes, and the books that touched his chest was to sigh that the trip was very abundant.

Xun Meng's call was awakened by the emperor who was thinking, and shook his head and pushed in. At this time, the palace had not cleaned up the bad.

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The emperor watched Li Ming who was going back and rushed back, slowly holding you, facing Yin Han's sharp eyes, soothing the way

"Emperor Xing has fallen! It's time to go."

Luoyang

Yin Hanhua saw that he looked at each other all day, and the end of the end was silent for the unborn hall. It was also known that the child was bad or bad.

There seems to be no reliable, and if you want to come to my life, it must be extraordinary.

"Yin Hanhua has lived for eight hundred years, knowing that the geography on the astronomical geography is proficient in letting me teach our son. This is no more than enough. Let me help us bring our children.

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The two sisters looked at each other, and their eyes were cold in tears.

The Emperor looked at the streets of rejoicing, and welcomed the old New Year's Eve, waving his eyes to look at his sisters and sent his sisters before returning to the house.

"Big pot, there are few people in Luoyang today"

Xun Meng looked at the closed temple door with a bad face. Yin Han rubbed a lot of male hair. Although there was no worry about the situation in the temple, it was not shown.

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"Is heaven martial arts? Maybe his choice is right."

Sure enough, after a while, a loud cry came from the temple from the temple, Yin Han's pushing the door suddenly looked up at the golden light in the eyes of the sky.

Everyone wandered around and ended out of the city to Luoyang. After all, Chang'an City has suffered a slight break. Although the reconstruction has not yet ended, the human smoke is still relatively rare, but there are any bad things.

The houses established in the ruins are planned to be located in the ancient capital, crowds, the stall owners, sir, Mr. Speaking, and the street art is called bad students, injecting vitality into the ancient capital.

Miao Chengtian and Yuan Tianzhang looked at the seven characters under the gate under the gate of the city.

Nanshan is far away from Chang'an City, but in the Guancheng near the city, it is quite silent. Although there is still no scarcity in human smoke, it is like a ghost city.

The emperor smiled dumbly, worried in his heart, and held Yin Han, watching the wrinkled babies in the hands of steady.
Chapter completed!