Chapter 587

The world was silent for a moment. Song Ningyu's face changed several times. Before he could get out, the carriage stopped. Five zuns stood outside the carriage and said to song Ningyu in a deep voice: "Ziyang palace has arrived. Please get off the carriage."

Song Ningyu's hand holding Ouyang fire almost trembled. Hongmeng emperor had such deep internal power. She had seen it once not long ago. How could it... Dry up? And the body is rapidly becoming ill. For a moment, I searched all the prescriptions in my mind, and I didn't find out which day is consistent with Ouyang Huo's strange symptoms.

Gu Yichen said before... Three days!

This is the second day! In other words, after today, Ouyang fire has only one day? What is all this after all?

"Ask the princess to get out of the carriage." the people outside the carriage saw that there was no response inside and repeated it again. Song Ningyu was surprised when he looked back. He ordered Ouyang Huo word by word: "I don't care what happened to you and who has made an agreement with you. Ouyang Huo, when I come out of Ziyang palace, I hope all of you know clearly!"

Gong Zilin wanted to get off the carriage. Five zuns stood in front of Gong Zilin. Lang said, "Wang Zun only invited the princess, and the rest were not allowed to enter the Ziyang hall."

Song ningdeng looked up at the palace gate comparable to the palace gate. There was a purple gold plaque hanging above it. The three words of Ziyang hall danced in the sun, emitting a noble and arrogant light. She narrowed her eyes slightly, returned to Gong Zilin, and walked into Ziyang palace with the five statues.

Ziyang palace is mostly simple, with sandalwood carving fragrance and plum, orchid, bamboo and pine occupying a corner from a distance. The deep walls and green tiles are full of green, with spring rising, flowers and green grass reaching the eyes, and the fragrance of flowers blowing on the face. The sound of birds rises slowly with the ancient silk and bamboo, clear and bright.

The Ziyang palace is very comfortable. It's not like the most important place of the imperial power of the whole Huangdao. It's like a paradise that doesn't care about the world.

The servant led song Ningyu seven turns and eight turns, turned the nine exquisite corridors, and stepped over the three long steps of jade. As soon as the sun folded on his body, he pulled out a joyful shadow, and the sound of silk and bamboo gradually drifted away. Instead, it was a lonely and bleak sound of piano.

When song Ningyu heard the sound of the piano, the old thoughts of the whole person were slowly turned out, one by one, a hundred times and a thousand times in his heart.

After stepping on the attic, the person behind him slowly retreated. This is the top of the attic. Opposite song Ningyu, there is a gray haired man in a purple gold robe, just like the Hongmeng emperor's clothes on Ouyang Huo. The sound of the piano slowly flows out under his fingers, desolate and lonely.

Song Ningyu stood behind him, raised his eyes and looked at the Jing Zhi under the attic, his eyes shrinking slightly.

Ziyang Pavilion in Ziyang palace is connected to the south. In the distance, the palace forest Yuyu is surprised by the sky. Look at the palace city by the pavilion, and the palace que connects the north and the south. The nine lines are as straight as strings. The palace buildings that coexist with the scenery of mountains and rivers are like a fairyland.

The river outside the city flows continuously across the sky, and the music of silk and bamboo is not stopped. Looking from a distance, you can see most of the Imperial Palace in Penglai main island of Huangdao! Sitting on the mountain of the Imperial Palace, the road winds up, and the jade light flows directly into the blue sky to the heavenly palace.

There is an extremely strange peace between people coming and going on the island. Looking at the people across the river from a distance, they have comprehensive manners and do not see the meaning of half a silk quarrel. It is not that song Ningyu is not optimistic about this, but the peace in front of him is too strange.

There will always be quarrels between people, but there, at a glance, each look is almost the same. There is no excessive joy, anger, sadness and laughter. Each warm pulse is far away. Song Ningyu can't see everything clearly, but only a part of the palace. If you were in the palace, this pseudo peace would be understandable.

Inside the room, there was a large sandalwood table with aloes mixed with a fragrance of jasmine. Cigarettes curled in front of the jade and glass statue in front of the Qin. Looking carefully at the past from inside the room, in addition to the plain white gauze curtain slowly blown by the wind, a lark was kept in a cage.

The bird was staring at Song Ningyu. The snow-white hair color was refracted in the sun like the moonlight.

There are several portraits hanging in the house. Looking at the handsome man song Ningyu in the picture, she only feels that she is somewhat similar to her mother. Her mother's temper is always gentle. She was kind to servants when she was in the Taifu house. She is kind-hearted and calm about many things, which has been highly praised in the house.

There are rows of books behind the desk, winding all the way from bamboo to paper. Song Ningyu hasn't had time to see the title of the book, and the sound of the piano stops slowly. She has to turn around and look at the man in the wheelchair. Just one glance, song Ningyu is convinced that this man is really her mother's brother!

The face was as like as two peas, born with five points, the same fine eyebrow, the high nose, and the thin lips, especially those with eyebrows and eyebrows, which are exactly the same as her Niang's own life.

"Like, really like." Wang Zun's voice is a little old, and his face has been morbid. Song Ningyu has no intention to save him. Who knows whether he is a good man or a bad man?

"What does it look like?" the person in front of him looked at the skin. He should be in his prime, in his thirties and forties. How could he say so old? It seems that only a handful of dead bones are left, struggling in front of us, wandering between life and death.

Everlasting longing for each other, Wang Zun put the piano gently on the low table, and the end of the piano was carved with three ancient words. It was also seen from the glyph that the name of Qin was called Xiang Xiang. It was originally a piano with two affectionate feelings. On Wang Zun's body, there was a thick silence and sadness.

Wang Zun looked at Song Ningyu. The reflection of song Ningyu was in his delicate eyes. His eyebrows were kind and kind. When he looked at her, it was like looking at an extremely loving younger generation and extending his hand to song Ningyu. On the thumb of his right hand, he wore a glass ring finger in the style of Nuo Magnolia.

"Yu'er, I haven't seen you for many years. You are more and more like your mother. Come and let your uncle have a good look at you."

Song Ningyu was stunned in place and muttered inexplicably, "have I... Ever been to Huangdao?"

No wonder the prime minister recognized her at a glance! Not because she is similar to her mother! But the prime minister knew her! No wonder Chunsu also knows her. She is familiar with her one by one. Any stranger can tell a large list of things related to her as soon as he stays next to her!

Song Ningyu felt more and more frightened!

Wang Zun's peaceful eyes flashed a trace of surprise. His hands were still stretched out in the air. Song Ningyu looked for a while and walked over.

Wang Zun took a hand to turn the wheelchair. Song Ningyu subconsciously helped him. The action seemed to have been done before. The action was very smooth. She pushed Wang Zun to stand on the prominent balcony. The warm wind brushed his face, and the sun moved slowly to the West. She touched the wheelchair. The wheelchair was top-notch in terms of material and workmanship.