Chapter 200

Song Ningyu's eyes flickered slightly under the moonlight, and the new emperor ascended the throne? Isn't the emperor of Tang state Gong Qingyue? Where did the new emperor come from? Isn't that ridiculous?

"Tang new emperor?"

The man with red hair slowly lifted up his lips and said with a smile: "the girl has lived in the mountains for a long time. How do you know that the royal family of the state of glass has been killed, and none of them will stay. The emperor of the state of Tang has abdicated his throne? Now the world is busy. You might as well go and have a look with Gu Tong."

At the first sight of song Ningyu, the man knew that he was a passionate man. He went straight and forthright. He didn't want to turn three people like others.

Isn't Li and Tang still at war? When did the royal family of the kingdom of glass leave none?

The breeze brushed the black hair like ink. Song Ningyu was like a God in the mountains. A trace of potential flashed in the eyes of the man with red hair. He said in a loud voice, "I don't know what the girl wants."

Song Ningyu lowered her eyes and asked, "who is the king?"

"The richest man in the world, Gong Zilin."

Song Ningyu was suddenly surprised. The lotus under his feet went towards the depths of the mountain forest. The red haired man looked at the running figure and slowly raised his hand to wipe the corners of his lips. The waiter on one side couldn't help rubbing his eyes. What was the matter with the girl just now? Did they dream? Or hallucinations?

The attendant on one side looked at the figure floating away with the wind and said in a low voice: "Lord, the girl..."

"It doesn't matter, let's go." it's fate to meet. He Ouyang fire also disdains to force a person.

The elegant carriage and horse pulled off the track and galloped towards the long road of the forest. Song Ningyu stood on a very high tree and focused on the carriage. Does Gong Zilin think she's dead?

Why did he take the seat of Gong Qingyue? Gong Qingyue let him go so easily? A series of problems tangled into a line in Song Ningyu's mind. What a grand ceremony.

The drizzle in early spring rushed into the forest with a hazy trend. The larks all huddled in their nests to sleep late. Song Ningyu sat stunned by the window, cutting the herbs in his hand. The old man on one side was enjoying his breakfast, and a fish hit song Ningyu head and face.

"Little girl! The fish are not cooked. Are you fooling me, old man?" with the roar, song Ningyu turned his head, and the fish slammed on song Ningyu's cold and clean face.

Song Ningyu pulled at the corner of her eyebrow and picked up the fish. The blood was still flowing slowly in the belly of the fish.

She stood up and said softly, "well, I'll do it again..."

The old man sat on the bamboo chair with his chin propped up and looked at Song Ningyu's rigid movements. His eyebrow beat and said, "what's the matter with you, little girl? Your soul is flying. You can do whatever you want. Otherwise, you won't have so much time to waste when you're old."

Song Ningyu's actions were slightly stiff. She lowered her eyes and said, "Grandpa, I'm going to leave." I don't know the news. It's good. I know, she can't be so calm.

Miss has taken root in my heart. When a person is quiet, he will always show the face in front of her. Now he has become an emperor. It is time for the 72 imperial concubines of the three palaces, six courtyards to accompany him. She just went to witness the scene of his accession to the throne, that's all.

Song Ningyu silently warned himself that in this way, there is nothing wrong with each other.

The old man's mood, which had just calmed down, suddenly began to roar: "leave? You're going to leave your grandpa and me here alone, aren't you? My old man knows, you cruel woman! Just, it's hard for women to stay, tut tut."

Song Ningyu's faith in finding her mother back is more and more firm. She must save her mother. As soon as she looked back, she saw the old man crying. The tears came out. Song Ningyu's heart beat and turned to look at the rotating fish in her hand.

The old man cried more and more. Song Ningyu stroked her forehead helplessly and said, "Grandpa, I'm going to find someone who is very important to me. If I save her and she's still alive, I'll bring her to see you. Let's live a quiet life together, okay? You put away your crying face for me. It's too ugly."

The old man wiped his tears and rushed out of the house, startling a lark watching a play on the roof. Song Ningyu looked at the larks, winked at them, and several larks flew out in the direction of the old man.

Put the barbecue on the table. Song Ningyu began to pack up and set out early tomorrow morning. As for the big lark

In the forest, the breeze was blowing, and a figure in brocade clothes went from the lake to the cave. The bird in the cave was sleeping. Seeing song Ningyu coming in, her eyes lifted slightly, and then continued to close her eyes, she directly ignored song Ningyu. As a bird with only personality, song Ningyu was used to it.

She smiled at the bird with her arms in her arms and said, "I've come to say goodbye to you. I'm destined to see you again."

Song Ningyu took off his cloak and covered the corpse. He sighed slightly at the middle-aged man, "speaking of it, we are lucky. This lark protects you until death. Bye."

The lark suddenly woke up and stared at Song Ningyu. Song Ningyu waved his hand, jumped down towards the clear lake, stepped on the water without trace, and turned to the other direction of the mountain. Even if song Ningyu ran out like this, he was afraid he would think it was a ghost.

The carriage was galloping along the avenue, and song Ningyu's body flashed towards the carriage.

With a bang, he bumped into a hug. Song Ningyu wanted to get up, but the man tightened his arm. His chest was as hot and hard as iron. The man whispered with a smile: "Gu said that as long as the girl is willing, she can be Gu's wife. Why so anxious?"

Song Ningyu's face turned black uncontrollably. He slapped the red haired man in the past. The man loosened his hand holding song Ningyu's waist and covered her hand with a big hand. He smiled with deep enthusiasm and a smile like the sun, which dazzled song Ningyu's eyes. His fiery red hair disappeared and was as dark as ink at this time.

And those red eyes, now turned into deep black, just like the eyes of two suns, fell on song Ningyu.

"Lonely woman, you should be so." for song Ningyu's ruthlessness, the man in front of him was not disgusted at all. His eyes were full of praise. Song Ningyu withdrew his hand, retreated a few steps to one side, raised his eyes and said lightly: "borrow your carriage to go to the city."

There is a delicate atmosphere in the carriage. The satin woven from Shu Brocade is spread on the seat. In the middle is a simple and elegant table carved with red sandalwood pear flowers. On the table is a jade cup. There is a sachet hanging in the carriage, which is emitting a faint Qinghe aroma. There is a Duobao Pavilion in the corner, and the ancient books in the pavilion are placed neatly.