Chapter 424

"The blood of heaven?" Song Ning gave a light hook to the corners of her lips. In this case, it's too funny? Now who will believe in the gods and Buddhas? If so, what is the use of hindsight?

"The White Horse Temple is the place where the first monarch of Hongmeng Kingdom accepted the blessing of heaven. It is said that it is very sacred. If people with evil intentions go in, they will not get out." ah Si drank the wine, one cup after another, with a gloomy face, drunk and confused. In a hazy dream, the prime minister seemed to come towards him.

Song Ningyu glanced at his own wine, with a slight hook on his lips, looked at the person who came out of the dark with a gloomy face on the opposite side, crossed a trace of cunning in his cold eyes and said, "I can't imagine that the appearance of a country is actually a woman's body."

The prime minister Wuhua stood beside ah Si. He stared and hugged her waist, opened his mouth and shut up. Yu Guang swept song Ningyu and said coldly, "the Regent queen of Tang country will care about such small things? That official really thinks highly of her mother."

Pass the news to song Ningyu. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, their identities are too antagonistic to say these fair and aboveboard words.

"I'm just curious. What's the reason that made you the prime minister? If I remember correctly, the prime minister should have a twin brother." song Ningyu leaned against the pillar, hugged her arms and glanced across the prime minister Wuhua's suddenly cold face. The news was blocked many years ago, but now she knows.

"I don't know what the empress wants to do." ah Si drank too much. When he was drunk, he held Wuhua and tossed hard. The whole person almost hung on Wuhua. He swam around with one hand without rules. Wuhua grabbed the upper hand and swam to the lower hand. He was so angry that Wuhua wanted to knock the man out several times!

The man who got cheap and sold his good looks like Gong Zilin with a mouth and an innocent and wronged face. Song Ningyu's face gradually changes, becomes sad and dim, full of thoughts and worries.

"This palace can protect the prime ministers."

"No need." the man carrying the whole person on her back, Wuhua refused cleanly, dragged ah Si back to the main house opposite the pavilion, and his back walked straight and straight. He looked at his back like a man.

Song Ningyu looked at the two people who helped him away and said slowly, "you don't have to refuse me in a hurry. Think for ah Si and come back to me after you understand. This statement is valid here at any time." it's difficult for song Ningyu to pull down the prime ministers. After all, there are many branches and collateral branches of the prime minister family involved in the court hall, including the prime minister and the minister.

Its branches cover two-thirds of the blood of the whole court. If the prime minister's flag falls, it seems that it will be much easier for Hong Meng to accept it.

"I'm a minister of Hongmeng, and I'm also a ghost of Hongmeng. How can I stoop to other people's knees!" Zheng Zheng said, without a trace of hesitation. The more such people are, the higher song Ningyu's interest is. However, now it's dark and deep, song Ningyu's heart is always hanging in the Cloud City, and a lark flew towards song Ningyu with snow-white wings.

Song Ningyu's fingers trembled slightly and tied a small bamboo tube to the lark's leg. Song Ningyu opened the tube with internal force and opened the letter. It was a letter from Gong Zilin.

A slim wife, who sleeps and thinks, can't think, tosses and turns.

This handwriting is indeed written by Gong Zilin. There is no mistake between lines and words. Song Ningyu didn't know how long he practiced and how much ink he wrote in order to write this line. Because it was too accurate, song Ningyu's worry became more and more intense!

He stepped back to the room and turned around in July. His eyes quickly fell on song Ningyu, who pushed the door in, and murmured, "Miss, you're here. Just now the maid beside Lord Chunsu came and asked the maid to take a message for you."

Song Ningyu tightened the note in his tight sleeve and said lightly, "what words?"

Chunsu, the people of Huangdao, instantly lowered their favor in her mind by dozens of levels!

"It's to ask miss to leave for the black mountain hell as soon as possible. Miss, the black mountain hell is doomed to death. You can't go anywhere. That place is not worthy to carry shoes for the black mountain hell compared with the water. That place is too terrible... Ah? Miss, where are you going?"

In the night sky, a huge white lark fluttered to the window with song Ningyu's music. Song Ningyu was about to jump out and hugged people in July.

"In July, I'm not at ease. I'll go to Cloud City and have a look. I'll be back in two days. I'll give it to you."

"It's not those people in Huangdao who made my uncle blind. It's nothing for you to go to see my uncle like this, miss! You can't live here without you. What about the White Horse Temple? Now the north coast is playing hard, you..."

"In July, I know what I'm doing. I can trust you, so I'll go to Cloud City alone. Don't let me down." song Ningyu patted July's shoulder and looked entrusted with an important task. In July, holding song Ningyu's waist and crying, he stopped for a moment, stood straight, nodded and waved the little silk in his hand.

"Young lady, you can go at ease. I'll deal with it. If it's bad, there's still the woman in the palace. Don't worry!" song Ningyu nodded and left with satisfaction. It was not until a cold autumn wind hit and the full blood of July standing at the window was poured down by a basin of cold water. What's this called!

From Cloud City to here, the lark will be a day and a night no matter how fast it is. If it doesn't go back and forth, it must stay in Cloud City for a few more days. How can she live these days!

The next day, when it was getting brighter, song Ningyu and July disappeared in the house of Xie house, leaving only a distorted word written like a dog steak in July. Goodbye.

The four characters are clean and neat. They are also like song Ningyu's style, but the dark guard is sad. When he returns to his mind, July and song Ningyu have returned to the palace!

In the glazed hall, except that two killers came occasionally and were blocked back by the shadow guard, it was a peaceful day and night.

In the brightly lit glazed Hall of the Imperial Palace, I pinched my fingers in July. It's a day and a night. It's quarter past eleven. It's time to go to Cloud City. The woman sitting opposite in July jumped very quickly, and her eyes were good. There was no coolness of song Congyu in her eyes, but her clothes and appearance were printed in the same mold.

July knocked on the table impatiently and said at the top of her voice, "you should be cool and have the courage to plan strategies. When my lady sits, she usually carries tea lamps. Otherwise, she will eat music with her right hand and tap on the table. Don't sit so gentle!"

If someone knows song Ningyu well, it's really revealing!