Go Home

Although the main tomb had been opened, the missing Madame Baiyu statue was still missing. Xiao Lan held the orb previously found in the ruined temple in his hand and did not know what it could be used for. However, although there are still unsolved mysteries, everyone does not want to disturb the peace of the deceased too much this time, and they do not want to lead soldiers to turn this magnificent and ingenious building into the sky, so only those classic scrolls and gold and silver jewelry are shipped in batches. Got out.

Kong Kong Miao's heart was unwilling, and he still wanted to go deeper, but Xiao Lan was forcibly taken out, so he cursed unwillingly: "Have you learned all the skills I taught you? Here in Lu I don’t need it in my grave. Where else do you want to use it? I will dig it up soon."

Ah Liu twitched his mouth, and secretly said, you old man, why you want to plan my father’s ancestral grave. He thought that everyone in the world loves the bright and sunny highland. Now it seems that there are people who love to go to the gloomy and humid grave. Drill. But the empty hand loves to drill anymore. This time I can’t help the others. After transporting the transported things, Lu Zhui closed the tomb again, letting everything return to silence, and allowing the ancestors to continue to be hidden and yet again. Sleep peacefully in the extravagant hall.

Half a month later, the officers and soldiers escorted Gold to the north again, and the people rushed to watch the excitement after hearing the news. Seeing the heavy rut that almost got stuck in the ground, I was envious, and secondly I felt that the prince of the family was the prince of the family. It can be regarded as the ancestral property of the Lu family, but he gave it to the treasury without blinking. It is said that the son of Lu only left himself a cart of books and a cart of pictures, with a musty smell, and he couldn't hide from him. I like it so much, soaking in it every day, not even leaving the door.

"Mingyu." Xiao Lan said, "It's time to get up."

"What time is it?" Lu Zhui lay under the quilt, dazedly not wanting to open his eyes.

Xiao Lan said: "Three poles in the sun."

Lu Chai yawned, but didn't want to wear clothes when he got up, and fell into Xiao Lan's arms again.

"Look at your sluggish spirit these past few days." Xiao Lan smoothed his hair, "I was wronged, my mother reminded me this morning that I must not rely on my young physical strength, I don't know how to control, and do whatever I want."

Lu Zhui: "..."

"Who can believe that since those books were shipped out, you wouldn't let me touch you?" Xiao Lan grabbed his cheeks with both hands and said shamelessly. "Tell me, do you want those books?"

Lu Zhui said, "It's all necessary."

"No." Xiao Lan said, "I can only ask for one."

Lu Chai shrank back, and he still asked for a book. The book contains his own Golden House, Yan Ruyu, and Qian Zhongsu. Whichever sounded good, but you, only a tall man, you are too big to wear clothes. Fee cloth.

Xiao Lan lay straight on the bed and pretended to be dead: "I'm sad."

Lu Zhui crossed him and tried to crawl away, but instead was hooked up with his belt, exposing his white and thin chest.

Xiao Lan said, "You seduce me."

Lu Chai pulled the pillow and slapped him: "Let go!"

Xiao Lan turned over and pressed the person down, and touched his hands from shoulders to legs. Although his Xiao Mingyu was a little thin, even the martial artist was weaker, his skin still had strong muscles, and the soft areas were still The same is quite soft, and the flesh does not grow long. Lu Zhui was rubbed by him in broad daylight, his ears were almost bleeding, his eyes were misty and he called to stop, and he rolled under the bed when he used his hands and feet together.

"Hey, hey!" Xiao Lan caught the person and knocked on the bridge of his nose with a smile, "How can you be afraid of falling?"

Lu Chai lay down under him in disorderly clothes and said, "Three days later."

"Can you still owe this kind of thing?" Xiao Lan squeezed his chin, bowed his head and kissed again.

Lu Chai hooked his neck with both hands: "You also accompany me to read a book, okay?" His tone was obedient and pleasing, and his voice was pleasant. Xiao Lan sighed: "Don't say I accompany you to read, even if it is. If you want me to write a book, you can only agree."

But the promise was agreed. After accompanying him to copy the ancient book for a whole morning, Old Young Master Xiao still wanted to sleep, holding his cheek with one hand, wishing to find a small fire stick to raise his eyes. When Lu Wuming and Tao Yu'er passed by the courtyard gate, they happened to see Lu Zhui sitting in the shade of a tree, struggling to write, his eyes were serious and focused, and the pen was flowing down, while Xiao Lan was lying on the opposite side of him, sleeping very dark and sweet.

Lu Wuming disgusted and said, "Look, look at your son."

Tao Yuer: "..."

Lu Zhui did not notice anyone outside. In fact, he had completely submerged himself in this vast book. He only knew that thousands of years ago, the country on this land was extremely prosperous and prosperous. What China presents to him is not only a great eastern country with strong soldiers and stable people, but also a civilization that is completely different from the present. It is completely another world, with the most prosperous poems, the most unconventional thoughts, and the most sophisticated Everyone can sing on the pedals, and all kinds of creations emerge in endlessly-he even felt that if it hadn't been for war, the big ship that could soar in Madame Bai Yu's tomb might really soar into the sky.

After closing the scroll, Lu Chai's scalp was numb, and his heart could not be calm for a long time, marveling, regretting, and the reflection brought after the shock, all the emotions added, even his fingertips were a little trembling.

Xiao Lan held his hand at this moment and mumbled, "I'm hungry."

Lu Zhui clasped his fingers.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Lan sat up, "I feel uncomfortable with cold sweat on one hand?"

Lu Chai shook his head and said, "You let me rely on it for a while."

Xiao Lan asked, "Dizzy?"

Lu Zhui pressed his face to his chest and said, "Let's go eat first."

"Really okay?" Xiao Lan frowned, "Would you like to ask a doctor to have a look?"

"I'm fine." Lu Chai said, "I will tell you a story tonight."

Xiao Lan looked at him for a while, then nodded, "Okay."

The street was busy at this time, and Lu Chai walked for a while among the fireworks before gradually calming down. Xiao Lan asked, "Eat something light?"

Lu Zhui said, "I want to eat elbows."

Xiao Lan was surprised: "Why do you suddenly want to eat such greasy things in this summer?"

"I learned it from an adult." Lu Chai said, "I haven't seen my eldest brother for a long time, so I really think about it."

"Good news from the South China Sea is frequent. Don't worry. The end of the war is the year's event." Xiao Lan took him to the restaurant, "We will live here until autumn, and the weather will be cooler, so we will leave for Wangcheng."

Lu Chai nodded, hungry and swallowed with chopsticks.

"Look," Xiao Lan poured tea for him, jokingly, "you can't be full of books, right? In the end, I have to rely on me to bring you out for dinner."

"I am self-effacing." Lu Chai stretched out his hand and pulled his ears. "Not only this, you can do many things that you can't do with books."

Xiao Lan asked, "For example?"

"For example," Lu Chai took a bite of pig's knuckles, "wash the dishes after eating at home, and settle the bill after eating out." The book is not good, you have to come by Brother Xiao.

So the ears of the surrounding people fell back again.

Should have said something earth-shattering.

Slightly disappointed.

For this kind of thing, I really still have to listen to Palace Master Qin and Young Master Shen, it is said that they talk about casting rain at every turn, which is very mysterious.

It's rare to coax him out of the study. After Xiao Lan had finished eating, he dragged someone out of the city and walked around until the moon was covered with stars and stars before returning home holding hands.

Tao Yu'er replaced the two with new incense. If you want to calm your nerves, you will have a lot of calming. The boss blows so much that it sounds better than drugs.

Xiao Lan put the incense burner back, laughing and crying: "It seems that my mother really treats me as excessive indulgence."

Lu Chai hooked his finger: "Come here."

Xiao Lan went to bed and hugged him: "Why don't you live up to this Mongolian sweat medicine?"

"Don't do it." Lu Chai grabbed his hair, "Talk about business."

"It's funny." Xiao Lan smiled, "What story do you want to tell me?"

"The history recorded in those books." Lu Chai found a comfortable posture in his arms.

The candle light outside the bed tent, the incense can not only invigorate people to sleep, but also calm the mind of those who don’t want to sleep. Lu Chai’s voice is very soft, like spring water flowing in the mountains in spring, and like a stick With a dexterous pen, with only a few words, Xiao Lan's mind depicted the prosperous paradise thousands of years ago.

The absurdity of the last king eventually led to the rise of the heroes. The country was in turmoil and the war destroyed everything. Not only did the people displace their homes, but also many thoughts, inventions, and historical materials condensed with the efforts of the predecessors were all burned in the monstrous fire. Later, according to historical records, the new monarch adopted darker and crazily repressive methods in order to stabilize the rivers and lakes. Everyone in the wild was at risk, and his thoughts tended to be similar and rigid. This land has since been completely shrouded. In the deep haze, devastated, and civilization regressed, it was not until more than a hundred years later that it gradually eased-but the precious experience of the predecessors was missing. Even the most wise monarch could not reproduce the magnificent heyday. .

There is nothing more terrible than war, because it is not only the life and death of a person, but not even the survival of a country.

"No one likes war." Xiao Lan patted him on the back.

"But someone must also charge and fight." Lu Zhui lay on his chest, "Just like this time in the Northwest War, even if there is no Yelvxing, there will still be others." That is the innate greed of people, some people choose Depressed, some people choose to follow it.

War will always exist, even in the most peaceful years.

"I know." Xiao Lan cupped his cheeks with both hands, the corners of his mouth curled, "Every member of the Chu army knows."

Lu Zhui looked at him for a moment, then suddenly pulled down the bed sheet and kissed him.

Xiao Lan smiled and hid, "There is no sign like this?"

"Yeah." Lu Zhui unbuttoned his clothes. "Suddenly you are lustful, please cooperate."

Xiao Lan followed him and said, "I'm tired and don't cooperate, and you only said it in the morning, three days later."

Lu Zhui wrapped in his shirt and said, "Then I'll be the overlord to bow."

Xiao Lan is pleased: "I can't ask for it."

Lu Zhui: "..."

You look pretty happy.

Since the words are spoken, it is naturally impossible to repent. So this night, the grandson of Xiao has been sitting comfortably on the bed, watching the person in his arms wet his temples, and the ups and downs are also sweet and charming, such a wave of clouds and rain, the next day I sleep peacefully and stay asleep until noon.

Mrs. Tao felt bored, and wanted to go to open the spice shop with her bare hands.