Chapter 320

There was a Misty drizzle outside the hall. The moon hid from the clouds. The rain fell on the petals blown by the wind in the summer night. The flowers fluttered with the wind and rain.

The glazed palace lanterns in the hall are accompanied by the shallow brilliance of the night pearl, which is like the light woven by the silver moon. The purple gold robe is domineering and restrained under the slender figure, revealing a bit of the exquisite extravagance of the imperial family.

The slender figure stood at the door of the hall. It was a misty rain and the prosperity of a hundred flowers light cage. Just I don't know why, the corner in my heart was so desolate.

The imperial concubine stood behind the monarch of Hongmeng and tightly pulled the purple flower handkerchief in her hand. After all, what kind of feelings can he be so concerned about after song Ningyu despised him!

"If the king really likes her, he is imprisoned by his side. What's the harm?"

The king of Hongmeng turned around and looked carefully at the concubine in front of him. Marrying her was just to weigh the forces of all parties in the court. It can even be said that he did not marry, but was appointed by the Empress Dowager.

But now, this beautiful and gorgeous woman makes him look at him differently.

"It's lonely, nature can't escape!" the moonlight is caged in the misty rain, but he doesn't want to enjoy the scenery. All he sees is a beautiful mist, which can't distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Even Linglong tower and Xuantian chain didn't trap her. What else can keep song Ningyu around.

"King, it's raining outside. King, you..."

"Walk alone." the imperial concubine looked at her back, stained with sadness in the drizzle, and walked out of the Ziwei palace. The palace lanterns were lonely, dipped in the misty rain, and looked as beautiful as a dream.

Walking to the restored exquisite Pavilion, the cool wind and rain blew into the satin of Yuehua brocade in the pavilion, shaking the candles on the Golden Jade table. The palace lantern night pearl reflected the exquisite tower beautifully. The figure song Ningyu once lived here was like a dream.

I just don't know who entered whose dream first in this dream.

Sitting on the soft bed of Jinzhi Yulian, Ouyang Huo frowned thoughtfully. A blue figure stood in the pavilion on the long ladder. Ouyang Huo glanced and said, "why do you help Gu?"

In July, the black hair was tied on both sides, dressed in green clothes with a lotus waist. The delicate face was somewhat clear of song Jingyu. The smiling face was Enron, just like a playful little girl who didn't know the world. He thought for a while towards Ouyang fire and said with a light smile: "I can help you, I can help you."

"You deliberately let her go that day. Who are you after all? Seven years ago, the song Taifu mansion took in a 10-year-old girl as the escort of the imperial concubine. Three years after you appeared, the Taifu mansion's wife died." in addition, his men never found any trace of the woman in front of them. Is she hiding too deep, or is she a helpless orphan?

In July, Su took down a hairpin, gently pulled out the red candle, and restrained a trace of vigilance in her eyes. The flickering flames in her eyes said lightly: "July is just a helpless orphan. Fortunately, she was saved by her wife. It is the monarch. With the power of the monarch, if you want to marry a young lady, it is not enough to be afraid of her current strength. Why did the monarch give up?"

All the people were trying to find out what they wanted to know, but there was never a result.

The person sitting on the soft bed turned the jade finger in his hand. The cold wind blew the whole person into a bone chilling cold, as if there was a figure in the room that could make him call Aifei. He still remembered that when he first saw the moon in March, the startling glance on the lark entered his heart.

From then on, the man named song Ningyu lived in his heart for a long time and missed it constantly in the origin and extinction.

"You go down. Maybe you can do what you can't do." he closed his eyes slowly.

In July, she closed the door of the stairwell on the eighth floor and sighed slightly. Song Ningyu could forgive her, but she might not understand her. At this time, she could not find her.

In a bamboo yard in the mountains of Chang'an City, Hongmeng state, song Ningyu lay lazily at the table with his chin supported, and his cool eyes looked bored out of the window.

Among the twists and turns of the corridor, there is a small spring water in the fake mountain, and a light lotus cage in an acre of fangtang. Under the light, the light cage is not smoke and rain, and the raindrops weave like hemp and fall in the small lotus pond to draw a circle of starting points.

Chunsu dressed in white came from the corridor in the Misty drizzle. Under the light, it was like returning. The two women behind him were dressed in white yarn, embroidered yarn gently covered the hibiscus face, and Yu Feibao's duck showed her eyebrows, and the light wind brushed the yarn, which was a little more ethereal.

Chun Su approached the window, reached out and pinched the exquisite and unique face, smiled and said, "what are you looking at? So absorbed?"

"I'm just thinking, you wicked master, what more tasks do you want to assign to me." song Ningyu clapped his outstretched hand lazily. Pure hands are beautiful, slender and delicate. They are exaggerated. They are like women's hands. Every time they pinch her face, they have a sense of tenderness close to brothers.

"I've never assigned you any tasks as a teacher." Chunsu put the porcelain white cup in front of song Ningyu. There was a faint light red in the cup. Song Ningyu frowned at the smell.

"How did you release deer blood again?" the two women in white behind raised their eyes and quickly hung down, retreated and left the building.

Chun Su's hand covered his sleeve, raised his eyebrow and said, "the latest news, the king of Hongmeng has almost sent out all the dark guards to go to Tangguo." song Ningyu's hand stopped slightly, and a ray of residual light burst out of his eyes.

"Since he dares to send someone to clean up, naturally someone will do it." she is still relieved that she has accumulated a kind of trust in the strength of the people around her for a long time.

Chunsu took out a book and sat next to song Ningyu. The drizzle stopped outside, revealing seven or eight stars. Outside, the raindrops on the eaves were dripping towards the bluestone ground. The sound of turning the book sounded silently next to song Ningyu's ears.

Find peace in the silence.

He grabbed the pure book, glanced, and his eyebrows jumped. He didn't understand: "misty Dharma sect? Haven't you passed the sixth floor? Do you still have to learn?" the sixth floor is so powerful that it's lawless. How can you learn so tirelessly?

Chunsu put down her book, looked at Song Ningyu and said with a smile, "if you are not strong, you are such a trouble making apprentice, but you will be very distressed because you are too weak." Fu bowed his head and began to study.

Song Ningyu drew a circle around the orchid on the cup with her white finger and murmured, "is there anyone more powerful than you?" among the people she had seen, it seemed that only Chunsu was the most powerful. Why didn't she think that the first face-to-face in black street was actually planned by Chunsu long ago.

The star in the mountain gradually became clear. Chunsu, dressed in elegant clothes, stood on a high bamboo tip in the forest. The bamboo moved with the wind and people followed the bamboo shadow. Song Ningyu supported his chin, looked at the pure vegetable with five fingers and pinched, and narrowed his eyes.