Chapter 225

The two put down their lanterns and crowded into the crowd. Song Ningyu was particularly conspicuous. The only thing she didn't understand was that they clearly put on makeup, but they didn't want someone to recognize them. After all, what went wrong?

The crowded man Jun took them to the Chaoyang hall. The Chaoyang is as gorgeous as a imperial palace. Every place has some traces of that year. If it is broken, it will be repaired as it is. It has not spent half of the gorgeous Chaoyang hall for nearly 600 years, but it is more colorful under the intentional arrangement of the people.

The big red Begonia carved Palace door of the main hall is wide open, and the palace lamps on both sides of the noisy road are lit up with jacquard lanterns in the spring night. At the front door of the main hall, a incense burner tripod is inserted with countless large lotus incense. The aroma of sandalwood lotus is scattered with the spring wind, and you feel calm when you smell it.

In the main hall, a golden statue of a female Regent sat on a gold chair, holding a square sky painted halberd and wearing a gold armor. It seems that it is not like a simple literati, but a fighter.

Gong Zilin took song Ningyu's hand and walked in, picking his eyebrow and said, "Wei Fu has seen this image among the meritorious officials of Tang Kingdom, but it's the time to wear the imperial concubine's palace clothes."

Song Ningyu lowered his eyes. The territory of the second emperor of the founding of Tang country was completely protected by the Regent imperial concubine, and the second emperor ruled with his hands down and clothes down. He just ate, drank and enjoyed himself in the imperial palace. It can only be said that it is a blessing for him to help his imperial concubine wholeheartedly.

"Let's go back to the inn." song Ningyu picked her eyebrows. There was nothing to see in the Chaoyang hall. Most of them were pairs of people and pairs of trees. The two intertwined LIANLI trees in front of the hall were covered with red silk. It was said that if they were separated, they had to take down the red silk, otherwise they would not be happy again.

Perhaps it is for this reason that there are not many red silk hanging on the tree.

"Madam, since you've come out, why hurry back? Let's hang one too?" Gong Zilin raised his eyebrows, walked past the place where the red belt was distributed, and wrote down their names on the long red belt.

Husband Gong Zilin, wife song Ningyu, will be in the Royal Palace and grow old together.

Song Ningyu flashed a sweet smile in her eyes. Maybe love is such a feeling. For a moment, she seemed to see the whole world, and for a moment, she seemed to have nothing.

"Hang up. If we divide it, we'll come here and take it down..."

"Madam, how long have we been together? Do you want to separate? Dream!" Gong Zilin said. His face changed. His lightness skill leaped and flew over the place on the tip of the tree. He tied several dead knots on it. Then he stopped and jumped down. Those who were hanging red silk were stunned.

Where is the red rope!

No matter what those people thought, Gong Zilin pulled song Ningyu into his arms and raised his eyebrows angrily: "madam, you don't want to take it down in your life!"

There were envious eyes around. Song Ningyu dragged Gong Zilin out of the Chaoyang hall. Feng touched his nose and stayed behind them.

Song Ningyu's eyes fell on a seven story pavilion with a hundred flowers as the floor and bright lights. The pavilion was extremely conspicuous. It was difficult to notice it. He glanced at the wind behind him. The wind's body flashed in front of song Ningyu, looked at her suspicious look, and then looked at the attic of the hundred flowers Jade House. A bad feeling flashed in his heart.

It seems that going to Qingwan at that time was also such an expression.

"The pavilion on the seventh floor has bright lights and flowers blooming together. Where is it?" song Ningyu picked his eyebrows. It's not easy to be so free. Naturally, it's better to have fun. Chihiro sat in the imperial palace. Now the only worry about the future disappeared.

Gong Zilin looked at the wind, and a warning flashed in his eyes. He dragged song Ningyu in the opposite direction: "it's nothing. It's a private field. It's better to go less. It's getting late. Let's go back first..."

Not to mention the private sector, song Ningyu was surprised when he said that the private sector was good. How many people in the world dare to block Gong Zilin? Isn't that the eyes are on the forehead and the brain is squeezed by the door?

"Wind, come on." song Ningyu glanced at Gong Zilin with a melancholy and eager face. His eyebrows and eyes were full of a smile. He smiled and looked at the wind with great pressure.

When the wind came, the green clothes shook in the wind, giving birth to a few strands of desolation, and subconsciously looked at Gong Zilin.

The master is present. He is just a subordinate. What else can he say?

"It's... It's getting late..."

"Why? So you haven't regarded me as your mistress? Well, we just go our own way. My lark is faster than your broken carriage..."

Gong Zilin pulled song Ningyu into his arms and said in a low and flattering tone: "madam, it's a hundred flowers building. It's nothing special. It's getting late. Let's go back first. We have to hurry tomorrow..."

Song Ningyu touched her chin, nodded, raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Baihua building, I remember that when I was in Tangcheng, someone seemed to like visiting Wanhua building very much and dressed just right. Let's go and have a look together. Feng, the mistress will find you a good girl. Go! Go to Baihua building!" Wanhua building was founded by water, known as the God of wealth under Gong Zilin.

And the one whose name is all over the country is the Baihua building.

Gong Zilin touched his nose, stared, and turned to catch up with song Ningyu.

The wind touched the water on his forehead. I don't know whether it is drizzling water or sweat. I can't understand such a thing as taking my subordinates to the Baihua building with my husband. The lady is really not afraid to take some fancy concubines back as before?

Although it was false before, it was impossible to guard against words. Isn't that the reason?

Song Ningyu was in a good mood. She pulled the jade handle folding fan in Gong Zilin's hand and held it in her hand. She was young, frivolous and romantic. The three went to the Baihua building and immediately caused a large number of yingyanhong confidants to rush over.

Gong Zilin's face was distorted. He used to come to this place often and thought it was nothing but acting every time. Now, standing at the door, he still accompanied song Ningyu with a curious face. His wife stood at the door, and the feeling in her heart, the feeling of the woman fighting for sumo, can be explained by two words.

"Feng, I really want to give these women a knife!" Gong Zilin swept his head to the same iron green wind.

Feng nodded and said, "the Lord gives orders, and his subordinates will carry them out immediately!" in the eyes of each other, they even have a bit of brotherhood. Song Ningyu picked her eyebrows. What is she doing here? Don't these two people really know? It's a thousand year old fox. What Liaozhai do you play!