Chapter 588

The place where she pushed the wheelchair had a concave convex feeling. When she looked down, there were still crooked handwriting on it. It was very clear in the slightly western sun. There was a person's name on it. Nalan Ningyu!

"Impossible, I don't remember, I don't have any memory of Huangdao!" she shook her head, but those who dare to engrave words on Wang Zun's wheelchair and can engrave seven crooked and eight prone handwriting on Wang Zun's wheelchair, except the girl named Nalan Ningyu, there is no one else.

"Sometimes what can make a person successful is not sufficient evidence, but a feeling!" Wang Zun still has a brocade Magnolia stand on his leg. Song Ningyu looks at Wang Zun's legs and is stunned.

"It's better to forget. Sometimes it's not so pleasant to remember. Ning Yu, you'll be 18 years old in two days. Every successor in the imperial island must ensure the absolute purity of blood before the age of 18. A ceremony will be held in two days. My uncle believes that with your courage and knowledge in the inland, it must not be difficult to support the imperial island again."

Wang Zun patted song Ningyu's hand and smiled with great satisfaction. In those eyes, song Ningyu actually saw an illusion that there were successors. She didn't forget that the killers sent down again and again came from whose hands!

Song Ningyu slowly pulled back his hand and said coldly, "I'm not interested in Huangdao. You can find whoever you like. I just want to solve the 18-year-old knot this time. In addition, I already have a lover. You must know this very well."

Wang zunyang raised his hand, and a trace of Leng Rui flashed in his eyes. Leng Rui's eyes turned into warmth. He smiled at Song Ningyu and said, "I'll take you to see something, or you'll understand how dignified Huangdao is. Compared with that Tang country, I don't know how dignified it is!"

Wang Zun walked out of the attic slowly in his wheelchair. There was a small house in the attic. There was a mechanism in the house. After song Ningyu and Wang Zun entered the small room together, they began to fall slowly and finally stopped at the bottom. Song Ningyu came in a hurry at the bottom and didn't take a close look. There seemed to be no one beside Wang Zun. I don't know whether he deliberately opened it or not.

Unbelievable, as like as two peas in a long purple dress, a woman's hair is light, and the purple purple long gown is floating in the eyes. That bearing is much more introverted than purple smoke, and the whole person shows a general indifference of empty valley and orchid.

She blessed the king, smiled safely and said, "slave Ziyan, come and serve the king."

Wang Zun raised his hand and Ziyan slowly stood up straight. Then he went to see song Ningyu. He smiled at Song Ningyu and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time. I don't know how my old friend is?"

Song Ningyu's surprised eyes slowly closed. All the strange emotions were hidden in Song Ningyu's heart. She said lightly, "excellent."

It's really purple smoke! The purple smoke of the palace, even the help of Gong Zilin's migration, appears here. What does it mean that the purple smoke that has not been seen for a long time appears here?

Wang Zun gently stroked the big ring in his hand, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "so you know? Well, you should know, ha ha, let's go to the imperial Pavilion!"

Ziyan glanced at Song Ningyu, and the light smile on the corner of his lips was always hanging. It was not easy to subtract. He pushed Wang Zun's wheelchair. One of his men consciously rubbed Nalan Ningyu's four nicks engraved on the handle of the wheelchair. The tiny action did not escape song Ningyu's eyes after all.

Nalan Ning Yu? Is it really her? Or is it actually the words engraved on the wheelchair by a woman with the same name and different surnames?

Looking at the smoothness of the handle, it seems that it must be constant friction to make the score that is not too deep almost smooth.

Ziyan took song Ningyu seven turns and eight turns all the way. From time to time, Ziyan gently spit out a few jokes, which made Lord Wang Zun smile. There were two more wrinkles on Zhang Junyi's exquisite face, but the light laughter all the way was uninterrupted. She was a little surprised. Ziyan seemed to be beyond the scope of a maid to treat Wang Zun!

Wang Zun held his fist against his lips and coughed fiercely. Ziyan hurriedly took out a handkerchief with violets from his arms and handed it to him. Wang Zun raised his hand and brushed it away. He took out a handkerchief with magnolias from his wide sleeved robe, covered his mouth and coughed fiercely, which was different from Ouyang Huo's cough.

This is a disease accumulated over the years. With the deepening of the injury in his heart, he gradually entered his body. Finally, he became terminally ill with a long time. Ouyang Huo was saved. It was difficult to save people like Wang Zun. Song Ningyu stood quietly and looked up at the color of the tomb. The sun was setting in the sky.

The setting sun brought the night, covering the prosperity of the palace city. Candles swayed in the wind. The jade steps under the high-rise buildings quickly gathered black with the clouds in the sky.

"Let's go." Wang Zun put the red cotton handkerchief into his sleeve. Looking at the color of the handkerchief, it seems that he is a little old.

A moon hung obliquely on the treetop, and the bright light lit up the attic behind him. The tiles under the attic were mixed with something. Under the night, they emitted a light white like moonlight, which looked like a heavenly palace and fairy from a distance.

Ziyan pushed the wheelchair and walked quietly on the long jade road. The wheelchair made a slight sound. The army came and went on the palace road with a long gun in hand. When they saw Wang Zun, they stopped, blessed Wang Zun slightly, and then went on the inspection.

Along the way, it became a little quiet with the side of the handkerchief. The flowers and plants were gently closed in the night, and the fog was gently caged in the night. The exquisite palace lamp can be clearly seen through the bright paper. It is not an oil lamp, but a fist sized night pearl in the lamp! Winding all the way to the Jade Palace Road.

Five steps or so, the double palace lanterns meander up all the way. The whole Huangdao is caged in the soft light of the moon. With a strange vision, it amazes all the insights!

Taking the night pearl as the lamp, she had not seen it. When she was in the imperial mausoleum, it was winding all the way from a distance. Bao was here. Even the palace lanterns were inlaid with gold and jade, perfect. The shape of the palace lanterns was very old, but she didn't get a trace of dust when she approached. Walking on the long road was like walking in the forest.

Trees are planted all over the Huangdao island. Fragrant barrier, coconut tree, magnolia tree and sweet clover are in full bloom from a distance.

Now it is November. The fallen flowers that should be broken in Hongmeng are hidden in the corner of Huangdao. They are open in twos and threes. With the breeze, the whole person has an unspeakable comfort.