Chapter 440

"Alone, who dares!" Ouyang Huo sat by the Queen Mother's bed and frowned. He looked cold. No one of the imperial guards standing at the door dared to act rashly. The imperial concubine turned pale with anger and stared at Song Ningyu. She wanted to eat her blood and meat. In July, she blocked song Ningyu's side, raised her eyebrows and scolded.

"This is the empress of the monarch personally sealed by the monarch. Do you want to make trouble?" the imperial forest army standing at the door hurried back again. The third childe of the Mu family is Hongmeng's most recognized miracle doctor. He came straight here with a medicine box and braved the drizzle in autumn. Song Ningyu turned and went out.

The third childe of the Mu family rushed to the bedside regardless of the rain on his body. Without a pause and hesitation, he thought he was quite familiar with the CI Ning palace.

In July, holding the cherry blossom paper folding umbrella handed over by Shuanghe, the two quietly went out of the CI Ning palace.

"Young lady, the imperial concubine is too arrogant. Look at her lively and charming feeling, she doesn't look like a child! If the monarch doubts the young lady, she will be bewitched by that woman today!" July was very angry and helped song Ningyu to sit in the sedan chair and hum with a face.

"Princess Zhan will be beheaded tomorrow. Isn't the relationship between Princess Zhan and the Empress Dowager very good? Why doesn't the Empress Dowager even ask?"

Song Ning Yu lowered her eyes, turned her white jade finger, and her eyes fell on the mottled palace wall as if thoughtful.

Palace lanterns spread all the way and lit the road of the imperial palace. The glazed luminous tiles glowed a little oily in the cool autumn rain. In July, holding an umbrella for song Ningyu, a woman in white floated to the front of the sedan chair. The four sedan chairs carrying the sedan chair shook, and the sedan chair fell to the ground with a bang.

The woman in white has long hair and a mask of mackerel gauze. She floats gently in the air. Her clothes are elegant in the cold rain and autumn. It's really scary in the cold courtyard of the deep palace. The woman in white brushed her long sleeves slightly and four banged to the ground. Song Ningyu sat in front of the chair with her eyes slightly cold: "the palace has never been interested in looking up to others."

Pure maid, why are you here at this time?

The woman fluttered across from Song Ningyu. Her vamp was separated from the ground by a fingertip. A pair of water grape like eyes looked at Song Ningyu respectfully and whispered, "please, sir, please follow your subordinates."

Song Ningyu raised her eyebrows and suddenly asked, "did he use the sky fire bird?"

"My subordinates don't know. Please come with me." the woman lowered her eyes and couldn't find any mistakes respectfully. In July, she looked at Song Ningyu and said in a low voice, "Miss, when did you become a little Lord again? Isn't it a princess?"

Song Ningyu lowered her eyes, and Chunsu was also an enemy and friend to her. With the woman in white returning to the other courtyard all the way, Chunsu sat on the corridor in the dark light, holding her side face and staring at the autumn rain falling on the lake. The rain fell into the water and rippled all over the lake. This was originally an abandoned courtyard. I don't know when it began to become Chunsu's territory again!

"Apprentice, let me be a teacher." Chunsu sat on the chair and looked at her with warm eyes. There was countless tenderness in the moonlight, like a big brother who cherished his little sister.

"Chunsu, don't tell me that you came to me in the middle of the night just to let me watch the rain with you!" it's cold and bleak in autumn. When will Chunsu wear a pure white ink fox jacket outside his white robe?

"Cough, you girl, can't you say something warm? You have to be so cold." Chunsu covered her lips and coughed slightly. The face under the mackerel gauze was yellow and warm under the soft light, and the pure white of the house didn't seem so cold.

Song Ningyu held his arm and hummed coldly. He turned to look at the ripples in the pool: "that's what I am. Tell me what you want from me."

Pure vegetable sighed helplessly, "today is your birthday. I guess few people can remember except being a teacher?" few people also substituted Gong Zilin into it. Song Ningyu's eyes were slightly hot. One end of his heart was slowly touched by a string, and his subconscious eyes were red.

Pushing the pure wheelchair into the house, the pure white in the house has been changed into red. The bright red of the house is as hot as that of the wedding. In the middle of the house, there is a bowl of clear soup noodles. In addition to noodles and clear white soup, there are also three or two green scallions floating. There is nothing else.

"Longevity noodles, made by the master himself, have been learned for a long time. Take advantage of the heat." he tried the temperature of the bowl of noodles, pushed the bowl of noodles that seemed to be making do with it to song Ningyu's face, lowered his eyes and smiled gently, just like a flash in the pan. At that moment, who surprised his eyes and fell into whose heart?

"Miss, is today your birthday? How do you remember? It seems that it's not this day?" July stood at the door and whispered to song Ningyu. The woman in white wrote a hand knife and directly cut July's knife unconscious and carried it away. Is it song Ningyu's maidservant who is so ugly?

Chunsu looked at Song Ning Yu's face, raised her hand, pinched her face, and said with a smile, "Your Majesty snow emperor and I are excellent friends. Today is your real birthday, the day before the Mid Autumn Festival."

Mentioning song Ningyu's kiss to snow mother Nalan Xue, song Ningyu slowly softened her look, sat down beside Chunsu and asked softly, "how is she, mom?"

Chunsu held her arm and leaned against the wheelchair behind her, raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "Your Majesty Huangdao snow emperor is naturally good. If you ask Nalan snow whether it is good or not, I can only return you eight words. I can't help it."

The autumn wind blew in from the window and rolled up a room of red silk. Song Ningyu looked down, silently picked up the bowl of noodles, picked up chopsticks and picked it up in his mouth. People like Chunsu who don't eat human fireworks can even cook. Song Ningyu was flattered.

The candlelight surrounded them. The window was gently closed at some time. In the silence of the room, only song Ningyu's voice of eating noodles was left. At this time, Gong Zilin must not know.

"How? This is the first time I've done it as a teacher. No one dares to say that I'm not doing well as a teacher."

Song Ningyu took the last bite, slammed the bowl on the table, frowned and shouted, "water, give me water!"

Wearing plain white gloves, Chunsu raised her hand to fill the white jade Cup next to song Ningyu's hand with tea. Some cried and laughed and said, "is it so bad?"

Song Ningyu grabbed the kettle in Chunsu's hand, ignored the image, looked up and began to pour water. After filling half a pot, he breathed slowly, sat beside Chunsu, gasped and gnashed his teeth and said, "master, in fact, you did it on purpose, didn't you?"

Chunsu blinked at Song Ningyu. Qu finger scraped her nose with a spoiled face. She smiled and said, "for your birthday's sake, I'll bring you a message. You come with me."

Chunsu raised her hand. The woman in white standing in the corner came forward slowly, pushed Chunsu's wheelchair out of the room and went all the way to the corridor.