Will the ancient Emperor sleep with his own concubine? Or do you sleep at the end?

A young man rebelled and seized the palace of the former Emperor.

But he soon found out that the harem princess was not free to sleep.

Every night, the interior clerk brings a plate with a green headboard with a posteriori princess.

He turns around and sleeps with him.

On the first day of his service, the Emperor fell.

Emperor: “Why is there no word on all the top cards?” I’m sorry.

“Because it’s literally decentralized.” I’m sorry.

Emperor, “I can’t see anything then.” I can’t see anything. How? I’m sorry.

“Your Majesty will just flip one. I’m sorry.

The Emperor: “How can I turn around?” Why don’t I just flip and just sleep? I’m sorry.

“Yes, indeed. I’m sorry.

The Emperor said, “This is all a matter of luck, not of my will!” I’m sorry.

“Yes. I’m sorry.

The emperor did not think that the inner court was so rational and staggered: “How can this be? I am the Emperor.” I’m sorry.

“There is a cloud in the Dillon Elysium, and His Majesty is a heavenly son, and the rain is even. If His Majesty chooses of his own choosing, He will surely be blessed, and the harem will be in a state of disquiet and uncertainty. I’m sorry.

The emperor is serious about being a good emperor. The inner man moved out of the Dillon Emancipation. He’s just a loser.

Turn it over. It’s an eight-piece change.

The Emperor was raised in a cloth, and there was nothing to be said about it. The eight items were eight, so let’s wash and sleep.

As a result, the inner court carried eight items of clothing, unzipped the covers and laid them on the dragon bed, and the Emperor was forced.

Ugly.

That’s fucking ugly.

It’s not an A. It’s a horror movie!

The emperor called the inner man aside.

“She’s really the Emperor’s woman?” I’m sorry.

“All women in the harem are, in theory, the emperor’s women. I’m sorry.

The Emperor said, “But this one… looks like it’s gotta be 40 or 50 years old. I’m sorry.

“I am not afraid, I can’t eat, I will send her back. I’m sorry.

The Emperor is relieved.

The Emperor said, “Then let me turn over the brand.” I’m sorry.

“That’s not true.” I’m sorry.

The Emperor said: ? ? ? I’m sorry.

“There is a cloud in the Dillon’s Essay, and the Lord has spoken, and the horse cannot follow.” Sleeping out is like taking back your life, and it’s like changing a day or a day. I’m sorry.

The Emperor said, “So I only have one chance to turn over every night.” I’m sorry.

“That’s it. I’m sorry.

The next day, the Emperor turned over the brand and went to eight clothes.

Still ugly.

Day three, day four, day five, day six…

The Emperor can’t stand the night and day.

Emperor, “Is there only my mother in this harem? Did you go to the seniors’ room to elect a princess? I’m sorry.

“Oh, my God, how could His Majesty think that? I’m sorry.

The Emperor said, “How can I change my clothes? I’m sorry.

“Your Majesty, you smoked it yourself.” How can you blame others for the fact that all the wives in the harem have the green head in front of you. When I was at the end of the line, he had one, but he was a dog-scraper! I’m sorry.

The Emperor cannot but lament the clear wind and the moon: “He died under my sword, but he was a true Emperor, admired and admired.” I’m sorry.

“Your Majesty is humbled. It is His Majesty’s Majesty’s and His Majesty’s palace. Day and night, and one day they will draw out a Queen. I’m sorry.

The Emperor said, “No, I do not believe in movement, and I believe in what is real.” I’m sorry.

“Oh?”

“Probability, it’s a probabilistic question! You didn’t think I’d be good at math. I want you to take a look at this. I’m sorry.

The list is presented with the top card.

Emperor: “How many are there in the harem? I’m sorry.

“The Queen is alone, beyond the Queen, the presence of legend.

Four of them, four of them from a single wife;

Four of the two concubines, eight of the two;

Four of the three, four of the three;

Four of them are from China, four of them are from China;

Five of the top five and seven of the top five;

Eight of six good men and six of six;

There are twelve of them, and there are no limits to the seven.

The eight items are open-ended, and the eight items are open-ended. I’m sorry.

The Emperor delivers tea.

Emperor: “Come, have a cup of tea and moan your throat – I can hear my fucking head! I can’t even read the words “person”! I’m sorry.

He said, “Ha ha, my servant has spent 15 years in a professional capacity, and I cannot help but say more. Your Majesty forgives me. I’m sorry.

The Emperor said, “But I can see that from the seven products down, the chances of the Princess of the Six Palace being turned over have been lowered. In the ninth year, you will all be released from the palace to choose a waiter, a gifted woman and a change of clothes, and I will not sleep. I’m sorry.

“Yes, Your Majesty. I’m sorry.

The emperor changed the total number of people in the harem and indirectly regulated the probability of turning into a tambourine.

That night, he turned to the top three.

The Emperor is excited, the Emperor is happy, and he hears that the grass is not as beautiful as it is, but as gentle as it is.

He held his hands and walked back and forth, waiting in his chambers for her to be carried.

As soon as the waiter entered the door, he ran into the bedroom, running his perfect face at the door and playing the piano in a sad way.

“Your Majesty is very happy.” I’m sorry.

Emperor, “Why are you alone? I’m sorry.

“She won’t come.” I’m sorry.

Emperor: “Oh, fuck this…”

The internal waiter pulled out of his arms the Dillon.

The Emperor said, “I’m sorry. You give me a line. I’m sorry.

“The Princess is fond of His Majesty. She doesn’t want to go to bed. Because the harem was once the harem of the late emperor, the current taste for the emperor is zero. I’m sorry.

The Emperor: What shall I do?

“Friends can be slowly nurtured. I’m sorry.

Say it to the Emperor, and gather the clouds in the Emperor’s ear: “The grass will give her the jewels of gold, and it will rise fast.” I’m sorry.

The Emperor said, “Well, well, you send over the Golden Flying Yans of Nancho’s fight. I’m sorry.

The internal photo did.

The Emperor: “What’s up? Does she like me? Will she come?” I’m sorry.

“Your Majesty, this is indeed what the grasshopper likes, but this is only one of the two-flying swallows’ jewellery. According to the figure of the grasshopper, if she were to be able to combine the necklaces, heads and rings, she would not only double her level of affection, but also double her strength at night. I’m sorry.

The Emperor and the inner man went to the palace overnight to look for it, without a headnail, necklace and ring.

The Emperor said, “I can’t sleep again! I’m sorry.

“Take it easy, don’t worry. Isn’t that what Nancho will do next August? It’ll be ready in three years. I’m sorry.

The Emperor sits his ass on the floor.

“I can’t wait that long. Can we make this jewelry ourselves? I’m sorry.

“Yes. If you find the gold, you can synthesize it.

Find eight pieces of the primary, so they can be synthesized.

Eight pieces can be found.

We found eight pieces, and we can synthesize them!

Then we’ll use it to make a little hair, a little ring, and the grass will wake up! I’m sorry.

“How long will this take?” I’m sorry.

“The Internal Affairs Department is only a few hundred days old. I’m sorry.

The Emperor said, “It would be better to wait for Nancho to make his contribution.” She’s wasting my life. I’m sorry.

“Love is a waste of life and a reward for the money.” I’m sorry.

Emperor: “Okay, that’s it! I can’t believe it. I can’t take a woman! I’m sorry.

The Emperor’s busy watching the Interior Department’s liver.

And gave her the low-quality Queen to make her happy.

A war had even been waged against Nancho, and within a year he had entered the palace with a little twilight and a little ring.

The grasshopper’s affection for the Emperor is growing, and the Emperor feels he’s not far from having sex.

Finally, the Department of Internal Affairs has done a great job with eight pieces of eight.

The Emperor is crying!

In what mood did he feed the grass?

As a result, a cry was heard in front of the herb palace.

The palaceman came out and cried at his feet: “Your Majesty! The grasshopper is dead! She’s dead!”

The Emperor’s eyes were dark and fainted.

He thinks he’s going to die!

After the death of the grasshopper, the emperor was sick and woke up to ashes.

He said to those who were waiting by their couches: “The Queens of the House, the best of them, are like the towers of the sea, and they cannot see, nor smoke, but they hang me with their money and their thoughts.” All I see around me is eight clothes. Even if we are lucky, what can we do in this world? It’s not like I’m spending money and spending money every day. My life, my money, is in this deep harem. I’m sorry.

And when it comes to the heartbreak, a tear comes out of the eye, and the murmurs, “The harem is a place to eat.” I’m sorry.

“The Emperor is wise.” I’m sorry.

The Emperor said: “By the ninth day, send forth all the palaces from the palace tomorrow.” If the Unseen does not change his life, and the Krypton does not save him, I will not use this palace. I’m sorry.

His Majesty, the Emperor. I’m sorry.

After the Emperor removed the Princess, he received the name of the Sphinx.

Even though he did not know who he was, he had been born on Valentine’s Day.

And because the Emperor did not have to please the princess, he did not have to do anything.

The hats of the traitors and the Kingslayers were taken off unknowingly.

One day, the Emperor of Sanctuary came to the throne and walked with the Emperor by the pool of so much as to celebrate his people’s hearts and minds outside the country.

“It’s nothing. I’m sorry.

The minister said: “On the kings of the late evenings, and on the queens of the palaces, the kings are now the ones who will be discharged. I’m sorry.

Emperor: “Ha ha, I don’t know why they kept the harem to suffer. I’m sorry.

“Where does this come from?” I’m sorry.

The Emperor told each other about that ridiculous thing.

“What’s going on?” Turn the green card. Of course the Emperor can turn it to whoever he wants! Never heard of luck! I’m sorry.

The Emperor said: ? ? ? I’m sorry.

“The Dillon Emancipation has already been passed on to me, and it is clear that the rules of the bedding are clear, Your Majesty! I’m sorry.

That night, the inner man returned to his bed and found the Emperor in blue with a copy of the Dillon Decoration.

He knew it was going down and kneeled.

The Emperor said, “It’s you who rolls down the palace and who sleeps, right? I’m sorry.

In-house bow.

The Emperor said, “Krypton goes to the palace and is your one-sided word!” This is a conspiracy! I’m sorry.

“I shall die for it.” I’m sorry.

The Emperor said, “What is the matter with you is that you treat me like a 3-year-old! You explain it to me! I’m sorry.

“The harem is the harem of the late dynasty, and His Majesty is fortunate to be the concubine and wife of a prostitute. Indignant and demeaning. I’m sorry.

The Emperor has stopped.

“Do not dare to die and ask His Majesty to lower the sin.” I’m sorry.

The emperor raised the inner man: “Forget it. I’m sorry.

An accident for the inmate.

The Emperor said: ‘Four thousand are with me, or are you not with me? Disperse! Besides, you do it for my own good, I know. I’m sorry.

“Well, now that everything has been made clear, I can prepare for His Majesty a princess!” This time it was a clean, beautiful girl. I’m sorry.

The Emperor was vague: “What concubines do I have enough for you?” I’m sorry.

The internals are holding up.

“Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty. I’m sorry.

Emperor: “Well, then consider a new profession. It’s a low start. I’m sorry.

Says he’s got four pairs of “twigs.”

The Emperor said, “Take your time, no one else has wasted my life.” I’m sorry.

Half-night, bedroom, window shadow.

The Emperor had the perfect side face for the moon.

After a while, someone was sneaking around with a copy of The Dillon.

The two held hands and whispered, and the light went out.

It’s a beautiful moon tonight. Record number: YX11YzDa0v0

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.