How to Survive As a Villain

Usually, there are red sleeves standing on the bedside, waiting for him to fall asleep before leaving. Now there is no breathing sound beside him, Xiao Yuan sleeps, no,.

After counting sheep, backing math formulas, reading English speeches and other methods can not arouse any sleepiness, Xiao Yuan turned over and climbed, no longer corpse.

He thought for a few seconds and turned it out of the window.

The windowkeeper was a young man who had just been elected as a guard. When he saw the emperor not sleeping in the middle of the night, he suddenly turned out from the window, scared his liver and gallbladder, and his soul flew. Xiao Yuan wore a white coat, long hair, and grinned at the young guards, revealing a white tongue: "This is a friend? Friends? Ah?" The little guard turned his eyes and saw that his lost grandfather was opening. The opposite side of the river is full of calls for his own name.

Xiao Yuan woke up the little guard, and the little guard was panicked: "What happened to the emperor, how..."

"I can't sleep, come out and read poems, look at the flowers and see the moon." Xiao Yuan waved his hand, small scenes, don't panic, "This friend, will you make a poem? Come, face the old moon, come to a slap."

The little guards scared to give up thinking, and tightened their eyebrows for a long time and said: "The moon is round and round, like a big jade plate."

Xiao Yu'an is in charge: "Miao! It's a neat work, simple and easy to understand, straight to the soul, and two more."

The little guard was boasted: "Look at it again, it's more like a scallions."

Xiao Yuan asked: "Are you hungry?"

The little guards nodded in the stomach and suddenly reacted to what they were doing. They were terrified and screamed: "The emperor, the micro-committee said that the nonsense was lazy, and asked the emperor to punish!!"

Xiao Yuan can't smile: "Get up, go eat something."

"Where are you going?" The little guard looked up and saw Xiao Yuan walking leisurely.

"Go find someone to talk about life."

Xiao Yuan walked to the entrance of the main hall, standing far away, did not see the figure of Luhe Qing, so he quietly walked to the second room.

There was no patrol around the sub-house where the servant's guards lived. Xiao Yu'an swayed to the door of the Qinghe Qingfang room, raising his hand to knock and then staying.

It’s so late, Luo Heqing must have slept.

Xiao Yu'an took back his hand and turned to go. He only wore a thin coat, and the night wind blew, and suddenly he trembled and sneezed.

It’s so cold and cold, I’m going back quickly.

Xiao Yu'an arm, suddenly came to the door to open the door, Xiao Yuan twisted back, and the man who opened the door grinned: "Why have you not slept yet?"

"I patrolled in the middle of the night, just came back." Luohe cleared his robe and wrapped it tightly on Xiao Yu'an. "What happened? What happened?"

"Nothing big." Xiao Yuan followed the river into the house, and the light in the room was dim. Except for the bright moonlight outside, only a candle lit by the table was burning. "I can't sleep."

"Can't sleep?"

"Yes, I am sick."

"I am really sick." Xiao Yuan repeated and smiled. "I can't sleep without breathing. I want people to accompany me."

Luohe Qing stood silent, his eyes were hidden in the darkness, and he asked, "How did you go to sleep before?"

I don't know why, Xiao Yu'an always feels that Qihe Qing's tone is not good: "The red sleeves will wait for me to fall asleep at the bedside. Today, the red sleeves are out of the palace, and I can't sleep."

Luohe Qing’s astringent mood said: “When will she return to the palace?”

"tomorrow."

"That night, let's rest at me first."

"Well? Is it okay?" Xiao Yuan still held it on his mouth. In fact, he had already untied his coat and lay down on the bed.

After all, insomnia is really hard.

The Luohe list hand picked up the candlelight and started to set the table and wooden bench without saying a word.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Yuan wrapped his quilt and asked inexplicably.

"I am sleeping here." The river was tight and tight, and he was going to lie on the table.

Xiao Yuan stunned: "You come over, sleep, I sleep."

"It's ok."

"There is a relationship, Luhe Qing, you know that I am not the emperor in this world, you can be a regular person, and I have nothing to do with me, either I am sleeping on the table, or sleeping together, you choose."

Luhe Qing looked up and Xiao Yu'an looked at it. For a long time, the Weihe River slowly swallowed up and walked down to the bed and stared down: "Are you sure?"

"Come up." Xiao Yuan shrank into the bed and made room for the river.

Luohe cleared his coat and lay on the couch. The bed of the attendant can be big. The two big men are squeezing and sleeping, and they can only lean sideways.

Xiao Yuan clung to the wall, listening to the breathing sound beside him, calmly squinting, and suddenly heard the voice of Luohe Qing: "Why do you get this disease?"

"Do you want to know?"

"You know me well, but I don't know anything about you."

Xiao Yu’an didn’t expect the Luohe Qinghui to care about this. It’s really uncomfortable to think about it. So I thought about the language and said, “I am an illegitimate child. My mother was taken away by my father and took me and My brother, living a very hard life, when I was a child, I was in poor health, I was always sick, I often woken up in a nightmare, and then I was crying out of breath, so my mother always stayed with me, she said to me, don’t I am afraid, when you listen to my breathing, I know that I am with you, and later..."

Xiao Yuan suddenly paused and continued for a long time: "Later, when I was six years old, I woke up in the middle of the night, habitually listening to her breathing, and found that I could not hear anything. That night, she committed suicide with sleeping pills."

"Do you know what is the most ridiculous thing?" Xiao Yuan turned over and looked at Luohe Qing. In the darkness, his nephew was clear and light, like anger and anger, like hate and hate, more like a full of self-deprecating. Straight in my heart, "On the second day after my mother's death, my so-called father came to see her, because after he was told by his wife, his wife broke his life. Son, he couldn't give birth, so he remembered my mother and me and my brother."

"But because my brother was born with a disability in his leg, he didn't want my brother. My brother and I were separated from him. Then I retaliated for my mother and returned to my brother. I found that he had a problem with his spirit. He thought that I took the initiative to leave him, he was mad at the world and wanted me to die all the time..." Xiao Yuan

The eyes faded and whispered. "I have been taking care of him for the rest of my life, but in the end, he still hates me."

Luhe Qing was silent for a long time, and reached out to Xiao Yu'an, and followed his back.

Suddenly, Xiao Yu was relieved. He was a little embarrassed to twist: "It's okay, it's been a long time, and then I didn't let my father, who is not as good as a human being, better."

"Well, sleep." said Luhe Qing.

"Good dreams."

Like venting a nameless grief, Xiao Yuan just closed his eyes and fell asleep.

On the second morning, the thin day was twilight, the air was cool, and the river opened its eyes. It was found that Xiao Yuan had already woken up. He was half-supported, and the blue silk fell from his shoulders on his waist. His eyes were filled with gentle smiles.

The Qinghe River was about to open, and suddenly Xiao Yuan slammed his mouth. Xiao Yuan covered the lips of the Weihe River with one hand and reached out with his index finger in his lips.

Say: "Hey, you listen."

Luhe Qingping gas condensed, heard a few sweet birds, the sound is crisp, like a bright song, straight through the clouds, Xiaohe see Xiao Yuan looking at his own laugh, the ink-stained scorpion is intriguing, he said.

"啼莺舞燕, spring is coming."