Chapter 153

Gong Zi walked forward, took her hand, smiled in her ear and said, "as long as the lady is with her husband, everything will be smooth. Don't you see, this has come?"

Song Ningyu struggled for a while without breaking away his hand. He had to give up and let him go for the time being.

There is a big lotus Pavilion in the moon Pavilion. There are a basin of Begonia flowers around the pavilion. The beams and the ground are all exquisite. Song Ningyu's eyes fall on the tables and chairs in the living room. Who is this for? Is it not that the former Emperor still has a hobby of sitting here and enjoying flowers?

"Madam, don't you intend to burn this table and chair as firewood?" Gong Zilin slowly raised his lips, fished his big hand and held song Ningyu in his arms. Song Ningyu's hairpin was snatched by Gong Zilin before he could use it.

Gong Zilin looked at her impatient appearance and felt much better.

"If you want to beat me, you'd better be stronger first and then compete with your husband. Now you look like this, all the maidservants for your husband are better than your wife." Gong Zilin's chin is against song Ningyu's shoulder, and her strength is strong enough to integrate her into her bones and blood.

Song Ningyu clenched her teeth and said angrily, "Gong Zilin! You can rest assured that this day will come!"

Gong Zilin took her hand and walked slowly to the second floor. There was a coffin in the second floor. There was nothing else, but the coffin was very strange. The whole coffin was painted with Begonia flowers. The coffin was bright red and placed on two golden benches. There was only one coffin on the second floor. The coffin was tightly closed. Even the people inside didn't know who it was.

There was a big red coffin in the middle of the whole broad second floor. If there were not a night pearl in all directions in the attic, it would add a bit of gloomy and strange gas.

"It's an illusion! What you fear most is what you see!" Gong Zilin held her hand tightly. They entered through the door representing illusion. If they don't have a certain strength, what they see must be untrue.

Song Ningyu was startled and slowly closed his eyes. He only felt that a face was close to him. The ugly face was in his eyes. A pair of eyes stared at her. Song Ningyu held his warm hands tightly and felt that the sweat in his palms was flowing more and more fiercely.

Gong Zilin suddenly took her into his arms and smiled gently.

Song Ningyu fiercely opened his eyes, and everything in front of him brightened the whole eyes. This month, the first floor of the pavilion was hung with pictures on the wall, with different clothes, but each was as beautiful as an immortal. His temperament was dusty, or charming, or cold, or elegant, or indifferent, or gorgeous, dazzling from a distance.

Song Ningyu was surrounded by a cold, elegant and abnormal star smile, an unparalleled and impermanent Gong Zilin of demons, and the modest gentleman, gentle and jade like Gong Qingyue. Therefore, she only looked at the beautiful picture in front of her with a smile.

There was a big jade platform in the pavilion, on which a huge peony flower bloomed. Song Ningyu slowly walked towards the jade platform. Gong Zilin stood there without looking at her direction. His eyes fell on a portrait and his eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

Suddenly, the music suddenly sounded in all directions. In the jingling of the ring earrings, I saw the sound of the piano slowly ring, just like the sun entering the earth, warm, bright and soft. The woman in spun yarn jumped from the air onto the jade platform, bared and white feet, and walked lightly like a butterfly.

Song Ningyu's eyes slowly fell on the woman who came down from the second floor.

"Mother... Kiss?" she opened her mouth and spit out two words. Gong Zilin looked at the staircase. There was no one. Song Ningyu had another illusion?

The woman smiled at her gently, holding a golden scepter, and walked like a lotus. The cold and noble spirit came out. The dancing woman jumped one after another and disappeared into the air.

"Mother, mother, why did you..." why didn't you tell me that you faked death? Song Ningyu was so confused that she couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion. She just felt a joy in her heart every step and was closer to her mother.

The woman raised her hand slowly, showing her dignity with her hands and feet, but looked at her with such sad eyes: "yu'er, don't look for me, be obedient, and never come to my mother."

Song Ningyu hurried forward a few steps, but his body was hugged by a hot chest.

"What are you doing? Mom, where are you going? Mom!" song Ningyu looked at the woman who gradually drifted away with the wind and showed her noble clothes. Her expression was full of doubt and confusion! What do you mean don't look for her? Her mother must be suffering, she must be suffering!

"Song Ningyu, this is an illusion. Be clear." Gong Zilin hugged her tightly and tried to wake her up.

Song Ningyu looked stiff. Yes, how could her mother be in this tower? Just now

"Let go." song Ningyu's cool voice sounded on the empty first floor. Gong Zilin slowly loosened his hand and dragged her hand towards the painting hanging on the middle wall.

The painting is as like as two peas sung. It is just the same.

"These women with the highest status and honor for thousands of years are collected here. Look at this picture, is it very similar to you." the picture is indeed very similar to her, but song Ningyu's body is less fierce and noble, but more indifferent and cold. One dominates the world, while the other is a cold and unheard lady of the palace.

"This is my mother, this is my mother, how can my mother's painting be here." song Ningyu was stunned for a moment and immediately responded. It was so similar to the woman she had just seen, holding a star chasing scepter, wearing a royal blue wide sleeved robe, wearing a royal blue jade crown, and embroidered with big wild Epiphyllum flowers on her clothes.

"Look at the attached words here." Gong Zilin pressed Nai's excited song Ningyu and pointed to the words in the small corner. There are only two words Fengqi, nothing else.

"Fengqi? What is Fengqi? Isn't it her mother?" song Ningyu looked at the two words, and her mind was blank. Her mother's name was Liu Shuiyin. She had nothing to do with Fengqi.

"We will certainly find her back." Gong Zilin gently kissed song Ningyu's uneasy and slightly wrinkled forehead. Everything in front of him was restored to the original state. The platform was still the platform. The painting was still a painting. The other paintings were marked very clearly. Even the empress of the founding of Natang country was an example. Why is there only the word Fengqi in this picture?

Moreover, the back seems to be a sea.

Fengqi's identity seems to be extremely noble, otherwise it will not be separated from other paintings and stand alone.