Chapter 559

After listening to the Empress Dowager's words, he put medicine in his wine and dishes. He also vaguely looked forward to the birth of the child. He never thought that the imperial concubine, who was bullying soft and afraid of hard, would run out to block the sword. A person who was pregnant and unhappy should come so quickly.

He looked at the purple gauze, sighed slightly, and slowly walked into the bright palace. The palace maids and eunuchs guarding the door were not as many as those in the past. Only a few people were left leaning against the door and dozing in the dim light. When he saw Gong Zilin coming in with the woman wrapped in an ink robe in his arms, he was very frightened.

Hunched down and knelt on the ground, trembling with fear, Ouyang Huo ignored them and kicked the door into the hall. There was still a carbon fire in the hall and lit the luxurious and elegant chenmu incense loved by the imperial concubine. There was a memorial tablet in the hall, which was provided with three columns of fragrance. There was another smell of sandalwood in the chenmu incense.

Ouyang Huo stood in front of the memorial tablet of the imperial concubine and sighed slightly: "Mu Yan, it's only because you were too young, lonely and immature." that's why he failed to live up to her deep feelings, so he blindly pursued the foolish Phoenix that he couldn't get in his heart, because he was unwilling? Or is it really too deep? He's too lazy to tell.

There was also a small card beside the Yin wood memorial tablet with gold border. There were also three incense sticks on it. The three red fire spots were particularly silent outside the hall. Ouyang fire could hear his slight breathing clearly.

"Mu Yan, Gu once named this child Ping'an. I wish him peace all his life. Unexpectedly, in the end, Gu still didn't protect him. You probably hate me very much. However, if you hate because of love, Gu is not afraid of your hatred. I tell you a good news. Tang emperor has been under the city for two days. I think you should have known it already..."

Ouyang Huo looked like an old friend. He stood lazily in front of the Yin wood memorial tablet inlaid with Phnom Penh and muttered to himself. Occasionally, he paused, as if thinking about something, and then continued to say.

Song Ningyu's eyelashes trembled slightly. Listening to the low voice of Ouyang fire, he had to close his eyes and pretend to be still unconscious. He lay quietly on the couch, listening to his rare warm voice and whispers, and his heart was full of disdain.

When he was asked to pity the people in front of him, he just didn't listen, didn't believe and ignored them. Now what's the use of regretting again? The innocent child was not rescued after all, and the Mu family was scattered. Hongmeng has now reached the end. About the subjugation of Hongmeng has now evolved into the aspiration of the people.

"Ning Yu, since you're awake, don't pretend and talk with Gu." Ouyang Huo didn't look at her, but he knew that she was awake now. Song Ning Yu didn't bother to hide. He sat up from the imperial concubine's couch and pulled down the tightly wrapped ink fox robe. It was very cold before, but now it's very hot.

Can she not wake up after tossing like this?

Ouyanghuo sat at the other end of the imperial concubine's couch. Song Ningyu looked at him suspiciously, but he didn't see any sadness. A light warm smile hung on his face and couldn't see the bottom of his eyes.

"In fact, I knew the imperial concubine was her..."

"Well, I don't blame you."

"..." song Ningyu didn't mean to blame himself. Where did Ouyang fire come from! He was so angry that he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"Ouyang Huo, did you send out the news in Chang'an?" song Ningyu approached, pulled up Ouyang Huo's skirt, and made no taboo. It is probably because of song Ningyu that Ouyang Huo brought her into his heart. However, what's the matter? Everything that should be right is always right, and everything that should be wrong is naturally wrong!

Ouyang sat with his legs crossed, chin supported, and looked at Song Ningyu, who was gnashing his teeth. He sighed helplessly that he was a cockroach that could not die. He could have such a young state of mind after being tossed by the years.

Unlike him, a heart has been pressed old by too heavy memories.

"What news?" Ouyang Huo's innocent look, song Ningyu really couldn't figure out whose fault it was. He had to gnash his teeth to get rid of Ouyang Huo's skirt and murmured, "I'm your sister! Did you spread the news!"

Besides Ouyang Huo, who else would specialize in such news? Gong Zilin wanted to hold the whole world in her hands. She wanted to be alone. How could she send such a message.

Ouyang Huo rubbed his chin and nodded: "Oh, in that case, you should think it was spread out alone."

Song Ningyu stroked her forehead, sat powerlessly on the imperial concubine's couch, covered her mouth and frowned fiercely. She took several deep breaths to press down the pain in her heart. She slowly took away her hand, but the blood on her hand was as black as ink. She pretended to wipe it on the ink Fox clothes inadvertently, covered her mouth and coughed.

The magnificent hall was particularly quiet. The wind sounded everywhere outside the hall. Song Ningyu hung his eyes and sat beside Ouyang fire quietly listening. The Qu finger knocked slowly on the imperial concubine's couch and made a gentle tapping sound. It was particularly loud in the empty hall. His eyes crossed the memorial tablet, but he saw a small one next to the big memorial tablet.

Recalling the look of the imperial concubine looking forward to the child, her heart sank slightly.

It was still cold here. Wuhua's hands were full of blood. She came out holding the cold body of the eldest prince. The long sword in the hands of the guards on both sides of the door blocked her way. Wuhua's whole body exudes the color of cold depression, and the whole person seems to be decadent from entering the ghost gate.

Shuanghe stood in the corridor and cleared his throat. He winked at the two people guarding the door: "the king has an order. The great prince will be handed over to the prime minister. You all step down."

The prime minister Wuhua was struggling to hold the little prince. She clenched her teeth and the whole person was as cold as the body in her arms. She moved step by step towards the direction outside the palace. Shuanghe didn't know where she was going, so she had to follow her step by step and sent several people to take over the prince who nearly fell to the ground several times.

Wuhua's cold eyes stared and immediately stopped.

It was not easy to move outside the palace gate in the wind and snow. With the pass of Shuanghe, it was obviously much easier to use. When she looked up, she saw that the outside of the palace gate was not luxurious, but the extremely warm carriage lit a light and stopped in front of her. Xie Si's pretty face peeped out of the horse cart and looked at her with a sunflower smile.

"Prime minister, I've been waiting for you for a long time." prime minister Wuhua was stunned holding the people in his arms. Finally, he sat in the somewhat shabby carriage of the prime minister's house. The carriage was still exposed to the wind. The oil paper cloth on the carriage was already rotten, and the heavy snow could see the prime minister's red and swollen hands.