Chapter 404

Ouyang Huo looked at the burning memorial tablets and said with a smile, "Shuanghe, don't worry, this Hongmeng will never be broken in the hands of an orphan!" he must keep this Hongmeng. Keep it for my mother!

Song Ningyu's sedan chair was full of blood red flowers on the other side all the way. The Imperial Palace exuded a strange fragrance of flowers. Gong Zilin stood by the sedan window with a calm face. He would ask for this account one day!

"Miss, people have already arranged. Don't worry." July stood on the other side and reached out to hand song Ningyu a tent. Although the taste was fragrant, it smelled so much that it was always uncomfortable.

"Well, how do you compare with Mo Qilin with your strength?" song Ningyu wondered if Mo Qilin knew Gong Zilin? Or I saw the identity of Gong Zilin. Just now, it gave me an unspeakable strangeness.

"He and I are not on the same level." this statement is somewhat ambiguous. Is Gong Zilin in the upper position? Or at the bottom? Hurried back to the Liuli hall. The Liuli hall was remote. The battlefield did not affect here, but Princess Zhan was not very good. Most of the house was burned down.

As soon as song Ningyu stepped in, there was a Rainstorm on his back. As soon as he entered the hall, Gong Zilin tightly pulled song Ningyu's hand, pulled people into the bedroom hall in front of July, and bowed his head and kissed them fiercely.

Ah, that posture is so embarrassing. Holding a red apple like face in July, I saw my blood gushing. My uncle was still powerful!

"Ah Lin... Um..." song Ningyu was out of breath. They held each other tightly. Song Ningyu knew that Gong Zilin was angry and had to accept his anger first, and then explain these things.

In July, holding a face and shaking with laughter, he walked out of the bedroom hall step by step.

The rainstorm in the bedroom hall was crashing. With lightning and thunder, it was particularly cold at night. Gong Zilin held people tightly in his arms and said angrily, "follow me, madam, follow me. If you stay like this for another day, I will kill the king of Hongmeng, I will!"

The weakness of Tang's troops is just a manifestation. The real strong soldiers are moving back to the water. The cavalry regiment that is an enemy of 100, and the cavalry regiment that will never appear, is Gong Zilin's most solid trump card. Compared with the millions of troops, Gong Zilin can destroy it by only 100000! What an amazing digital comparison!

"Ah Lin, just give me seven more days. Just give me seven more days." song Ningyu leaned in his arms and murmured. His ears were close to his chest. His chest was beating vigorously. There were some irregular disorders, which made him angry.

Song Ningyu, who was in her arms, was still wearing Feng's face makeup on Gong Zilin's evil face. His eyes were full of displeasure. He frowned at her and said, "madam, you have no confidence in being a husband?"

A few dim lights were lit in the hall, shaking slightly with the wind, reflecting the beautiful face of Gong Zilin. Song Ningyu could sink in at any time.

Gong Zilin's body shook fiercely, and his hand held the table hard.

Song Ningyu was so frightened that she felt his pulse with one hand, frowned and said, "what's the matter with you? What's wrong?"

Gong Zilin stared at the table, slowly took his hand back from Song Ningyu's hand, and said lightly, "I'm a little tired for my husband. Please pour me a cup of tea for my husband."

Song Ningyu looked suspiciously at Gong Zilin, who hung his head and supported the table with both hands. For the first time, he felt a trace of uneasiness in his heart and asked again, "ah Lin, is there something wrong with you?"

"No, I'm a little thirsty. Pour me a cup." Gong Zilin accurately aroused a smile that charmed all sentient beings, stretched out his leg, pulled the chair and sat down.

Song Ningyu's eyes were deep, and his face didn't look like something. Just, didn't the tea lamp be placed within reach of Gong Zilin?

"The tea is cold. I'll change a hot one. Wait a minute." holding the teapot, song Ningyu went out.

Gong Zilin sweated in the palm of his hand, rubbed his eyes hard, touched the teacup, and there was a little fear in his empty eyes under the candlelight. Close your eyes, Gong Zilin inhales deeply, and song Ningyu comes in with a hot tea.

Blinking again, song Ningyu's cold eyes were like a burning lotus in full bloom. He smiled calmly. There was a long stream of warm feelings in those cold eyes.

"Try it. This is the tea poured by Empress Tang herself." song Ningyu pushed the tea lamp to Gong Zilin's face and smiled.

"The tea made by the lady is naturally out of reach." when he picked up the tea, Gong Zilin pressed down the trembling fear. The fragrant tea had no taste under the sudden blindness. After tasting the tea lightly, Gong Zilin put the tea back on the table.

"I'm leaving. Lady, are you sure you won't go with me?" Gong Zilin took song Ningyu, who was slightly stiff, into his arms. His deep eyes blinked blood red, so powerful that he wanted to take her away with her whole body.

"Ah Lin, if you want this world, I will certainly put my hands in front of you." song Ningyu was stunned. Gong Zilin was trembling. Why? Did you cry?

"Gong Zilin, can you be a little promising! What are you crying about? According to Hongmeng's current situation, he is already sick. Soon, we can get married in less than three months." song Ningyu comforted a little carefully. She didn't know where to touch or mention, so she always felt regret after saying it.

"How can you cry for your husband?" song Ningyu loosened the man in her arms and found that Gong Zilin didn't cry except that his eyes were red?

"Wait, when Hongmeng recovers, Weifu will come to welcome the lady's wedding!" he pinched song Ningyu's small nose, cherished a kiss on her forehead, loosened the man in his arms, stepped down to generate the wind, digested and lost in the rainstorm outside the window, and song Ningyu stood at the window, drooping his eyes and muttering to himself.

"I'll wait for you..." when you marry me.

The autumn rain was bleak and the autumn wind was cold. In July, he came in with a cloak, but he saw song Ningyu standing at the window staring at the storm, wondering, "Miss, where's my uncle? It's raining heavily outside. Where have you been?"

"Go back." song Ningyu stretched out his hand. The cold rain hit his hand with a slight pain. The eaves of sapphire tiles were splashed with water, pouring down towards the ground covered with fire red flowers on the other bank.

"In July, when did you start to follow your mother?"

"Miss, I have been with my wife since I can remember. At that time, I was ordered by my wife to protect miss. It has been nearly ten years. I can't remember what Huangdao looks like." July is only seventeen now. Who will remember so many things before the age of seven? She poured a cup of flowers for song Ningyu and handed it to her. She put on a cloak for her with a slight cool tone.

"In July, you go to check Mo Qilin's residence." in the middle of the night? It's noon now, but it's a pity that it's such a rainstorm.

"Miss, what do you want to do? Huangdao..."

"You tell Mo Qilin that the palace intends to go back to Huangdao and let him meet me."