Chapter 69

The carriage without body and roof ran slowly on the avenue. Song Ningyu only felt that the strong wind was passing through, and the dust was blowing all over his face. The whole person was like running out of the dust. If he could laugh so happily, only the little star who was the culprit in front of him smiled.

"The palace doesn't support useless people. If you follow me, you can only use it for me, okay?" song Ningyu frowned. After that, she really believed that the person in front of her was the ghost face saint. However, she had such strength at the age of eight. Did she begin to practice in her womb?

"Hum! How dare you let me be an ox and a horse for you? Do you know how to respect the old and love the young? Thanks to the little apprentice Qingzhu, he said you are a weak woman and I can play at will." Xingxiao was dressed in green clothes made of jade brocade and wore a green ink jade crown. The gem in the middle was dark with the moonlight, and the deep ink was like ink, You can also see your reflection on the ink gem.

"Dare you ask me, young master, how old are you this year?" song Ningyu raised his handkerchief and covered his mouth. The carriage was a sensation. Now it seems that it is much gray!

"I'm sixty to eight this year. How? Can't you see? Hum, if I hadn't taken the wrong medicine, how could I look like this!" what medicine? Can you return to childhood in an instant? Song Ningyu's eyes fell on the "old man" and smiled with his handkerchief. Looking at it like this, it was really like taking the wrong medicine.

The carriage stopped slowly at the door of the palace. The purple smoke who had stood at the door to meet suddenly looked silly. The dust was all over the car. How come the carriage even disappeared from the roof and body, leaving only one car sitting there. Although Gong Zilin sat indifferent, his clenched fist was interpreting his anger.

"Yo? This is the palace. It's good. I really didn't come in vain. Go and serve some dishes such as shark's fin, bird's nest and Phoenix chicken. I've been waiting at the gate of the palace all day. I'm starving to death."

Ziyan looked at the eight year old boy who was drilling straight into the palace and looked suspiciously at Gong Zilin.

Gong Zilin picked up the evil eyebrow and said with a smile, "since it's casual, let's have a bowl of white porridge, eh. Remember to add some pickled vegetables. Don't let people say that the palace's hospitality is bad." song Ningyu can see that Gong Zilin is in a bad mood, very bad! Even when I looked at the star and smiled, the evil smile in my eyes was creepy.

Ziyan raised her hand to block people down. Xingxiao ran in towards the palace as if she hadn't seen her.

"Childe, that's..." Ziyan wore a long Ziyan ziweihua dress, wrapped around her exquisite body shape, looked at the star, smiled and ran away in a moment, and frowned slightly. The little boy's skill was even above her.

Gong Zilin glanced at the figure that disappeared in the back kitchen and said slowly, "come to the house to do chores."

Ziyan's eyes fell on song Ningyu and paused slightly. At the moment when song Ningyu and Ziyan rubbed their shoulders, Ziyan suddenly said, "childe and the emperor, I hope your wife will choose carefully."

Song Ningyu's body was slightly stiff. Suddenly, she felt that any woman in the house was not simple. Ziyan was like that. Yan Rou, who knelt on the ground and called lvluo clean, was still saying that she was the victim.

This is the first time song Ningyu came to the study with Gong Zilin.

The three walls in the study were full of books, mostly books such as literati biographies, poems, songs and Fu. In the study, there was a marble table like a dining table. The table top glowed with shallow glass light under the light, just like countless golden spots reflected on the table top. There was a picture on the table. Gong Zilin covered it without waiting for her to take a closer look.

The person in the picture seems to be her? Since she won't see it, she doesn't need to ask again.

Gong Zilin slowly pressed a pen in front of the stone table to wash it. The ground covered with light red carpet in the study slowly retreated towards one side, revealing a winding and dark road. Song Ningyu looked at the road and vaguely felt that something was waiting for her.

"Madam, the next thing is what Weifu wants to tell her. Since she says she wants to change, Weifu has to respect her." Gong Zilin slowly raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The lights on both sides of the dark road winding straight into the ground lit up in an instant.

The four sides were smooth and clean as the wall. Song Ningyu looked at the lit lights and said coldly, "this is nature." she took a deep breath and slowly stepped into the winding path with Gong Zilin. The whole person just didn't enter, and the stone floor closed together in a moment.

As if the gap had never existed.

Song Ningyu followed Gong Zilin silently. He didn't know how long he had gone. He just felt more and more flustered in his heart. What Ziyan said echoed in his ears. Childe and the emperor, please choose carefully.

Childe and the emperor.

Gong Zilin and Gong Qingyue.

Gong Zilin stops fiercely. Song Ningyu bumps into Gong Zilin's nose fiercely. Before he can knead it, Gong Zilin has stretched out his hand. As soon as they were stiff, Gong Zilin slowly withdrew his hand and restored the ruffian's smile.

"What's the lady thinking? She's so restless, huh?" Gong Zilin suddenly approached her. Song Ningyu stepped back, his eyes touched the end of the road, and his eyes lit up in an instant.

There is a room inside. There is a pool of lotus planted in the room, surrounded by several night pearls, and the soft light slowly shines on the picture hanging on the wall.

The painting says that the emperor's palace, the founding father of the Tang state, is Zhentian. That's the portrait of emperor Shengzu. How could it be in Gong Zilin's hand?

"The emperor must have said something to you. Madam, since I put this portrait in front of her for my husband, I hope she can tell her for my husband." Gong Zilin changed his cynical look and looked at the picture. He dared not look at Song Ning Yu's penetrating eyes.

How would song Ningyu choose? Gong Zilin's heart faintly gave birth to some expectation.

"The emperor's mind is not something I can figure out. However, I can tell you that the emperor suspects that the palace is related to the treasure buried by the emperor Shengzu." song Ningyu looked down and saw that a corner of his robe was stained with some dust, and slowly stretched out his hand to pat it.

"Really? Do you know who lived in this mansion?"

"Is it the emperor's?" song Ningyu was surprised. Her hands trembled slightly. She suddenly thought of the box she threw under the bed!

Emperor Shengzu, that was hundreds of years ago, and this house has been empty for hundreds of years. Who will remember that this was once the residence of emperor Shengzu?

"The empress is really smart and is very relieved for her husband." Gong Zilin picked his eyebrows and slowly raised his hand to touch the emperor Shengzu's Dragon Robe of the Ming emperor.

The Dragon Robe was very true, as if it had been pasted on it. Song Ningyu stood a little sideways. She suddenly found that it was not a piece of paper, but a portrait similar to slate painting!