Why did the Holy One send troops?

Hearing He Bingxian's question, Han, who was lying on the bed, reached out and turned a page of the book.

As if he hadn't heard, his eyes fixed on the page, his gaze still moving slightly, as if he were reading carefully.

His expression was so subtle and calm that others couldn't even notice the surprise he was hiding inside.

Troops?

When did he send troops?

But he also knew full well that Xiao Wuhua had the ability to imitate his handwriting. He thought that Luan Shuang might be in danger, so he needed to imitate his name and ask the surrounding military camps for soldiers and horses.

He didn't react to this, not even the faint surprise in his eyes.

He continued to turn the pages of the book, and then slowly raised his head and asked, "What am I doing, do I have to report to you?" ”

The voice is crisp and clean, as if it is just a random question, faintly majestic.

When He Bingxian heard him ask, he bowed his head and didn't dare to say anything more.

Luan Lu chuckled, returned to him, grabbed his hand holding the book, and the little bird nestled in his arms: "Don't pretend, you don't know about sending troops." ”

Han let her lean on, put down the book, and asked, "How do you see it?" ”

Luanlu: "You like to ask questions. If you know about it, you will ask, 'So what' or, 'So what?' These two questions are actually encouraging to keep answering. Although you are also a person who asks questions, you know that this has happened and want to ask the other party. But now, you're telling her to stop questioning you. ”

The difference is too subtle.

This is simply not something that a normal person can tell.

If you don't know too much about Han, and you have even observed the habit of thinking about problems, how can you answer this......

Han was stunned for a long time, then he sighed helplessly and shook his head, saying, "I occasionally change my taste." ”

Luan Lu hugged him: "I know you will change your appearance, if you change to something else, I will definitely recognize you, don't try to escape from my palm." ”

Han sighed: "Why bother. ”

"It's fun." Luan Lu leaned forward with affection and kissed the emperor.

He Bingxian stood in place, listening to the words of the two, and looked down to count the magnificent color blocks of Luan's tail feathers on the red carpet on the ground.

She was a little embarrassed.

In the past, every time she saw Luanlu, she always fell into the arms of the male pet naked, and in front of her, the secretary of the Ministry of Etiquette, she was free and rude. Of course, the Ministry of Rites is not only about ceremonies, but also about events such as festivals and festivals. And despite this, He Bingxian was unable to adapt at first.

It was also later, when Luan Lu found out that He Bingxian liked one of her male pets, that she relied on Mo Qingyuan to win over He Bingxian, a reliable foreign aid.

She has been in the palace for so long, and she has never seen Luan Lu treat a male pet like this.

No, this is not a simple male pet, but the emperor of the Southern Dynasty.

Thinking of this, He Bingxian's head was lowered, and she didn't want to provoke the relationship between the two at this time.

One was the imperial concubine of the Luan Dynasty, and the other was the emperor of the Southern Dynasty. One is a wicked man who killed his mother, and the other is a thief.

The two of them are like a pair of flowers that are entwined together, competing with each other for nutrients. Parasitize each other, support each other, and abuse and kill each other.

Just when He Bingxian had the idea of retreating and wanted to leave, Luan Lu suddenly named her.

"He Shangshu."

“…… At! He Bingxian was in good spirits.

Reading is exciting, reading is wonderful!

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