Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Ruan Xihe does have a lot of savings, but she will not spend unnecessary consumption.

"Don't want to eat, let's go." She doesn't eat randomly outside, and manages her figure very strictly.

The two of them did not call tour guides, but there were many tour groups, and there happened to be a wave of tour groups with international friends next to them.

The tour guide introduced them with a loud speaker in Chinese, followed by German.

Ruan Xihe wanted to laugh a little, this little brother was very patriotic, but can he understand it in Chinese?

The sound of the loud horn was slightly deformed: "...Huaqing Palace was built in the early Tang Dynasty, and it flourished after Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty came to power."

"Tang Xuanzong carefully managed and built such a magnificent palace, and he traveled to the palace almost every year, especially in October..."

"After the Anshi Rebellion, the political situation suddenly changed, and the fortune of Huaqing Palace declined rapidly. After the Tang Dynasty, emperors of different generations rarely traveled to Huaqing Palace. The subsequent royal dynasties had repairs, and before liberation, Tangchi was few and the palace was sparse. Huaqingchi, after liberation. The People's Government has carried out a large-scale expansion since 1959..."

Ruan Xihe listened very seriously, and unconsciously dragged Mo Ting to the tour guide.

To be honest, under the influence of those great poets, Ruan Xihe always felt that Huaqing Pool was made of jade. It was so beautiful and beyond extravagance, but when he saw the real thing, he was really disappointed.

Why does the spring cold give Huaqing a bath, the hot spring water slides to wash the fat, why don't you ask Huaqing today, the mountain and the red leaves lock the palace gate, what the true concubine first came out of Huaqing, and the wine entered Qiongji half drunk...

What a beautiful mood, but what is the goal now, a big stone pit made of cement slabs.

"Do you want a bath made of jade?" When Ruan Xihe said this to Mo Tingshen, Mo Tingshen asked her back.

"I just imagined that the picture must be beautiful, and I didn't want it." She smiled softly and softly.

Mo Tingshen remembered this in his heart.

He likes the feeling between the two so much now, as if he has no family, and she has no boyfriend, except for each other's obstacles.

He can hold her hand without scruples and walk with her in the warm winter sun. No matter how bitter the cold wind is, his heart is always sweet.

There are many stone roads here, the weather is cold, many places are frozen, and the grass is full of misty hoarfrost. He carefully supported Ruan Xihe for fear of his little girl slipping.

"Like such ancient buildings?" he asked.

Since Ruan Xihe entered here, the expression on his face was much lighter, he could tell.

"Yes, I like it."

"I have a set of courtyards in Sioux City, and people will be assigned your name." He said while calling.

"Eh, no need to go!"

She hurriedly held down his hand that was about to make a call: "How do you say that the wind is rain, I don't want it, there is no such thing as a gift for no reason."

"Ruan Ruan, mine is yours." He looked very serious when he said this.

"Ting Shen, you really don't need to be like this."

She pressed Mo Tingshen's mobile phone out and put it in his pocket.

"I just want to be nice to you."

He has been touched by her all his life, and all goodness comes from instinct.

"Then I am hungry now, take me out to eat?"

"good."

The atmosphere here is so harmonious that many passing tourists look at them consciously or unconsciously.

"That pair is too sweet, my God, the uncle looked at his little wife's eyes, nestled, rubbed, absolutely absolutely."

"What kind of fairy love is this, that man is so tall, damn!"

"That young lady looks so good, I can't even get the kind of beauty that I can't get lemons up, Su broke his leg, just smiled, and wiped it!"