Chapter 603

Song Ningyu studied for a while, solemnly nodded, spread out his hand and said lazily, "what does your mother want to ask?"

She had something to ask. Since she lost, she couldn't ask. I can only hide in my heart and find and seek the answer by myself.

The snow emperor looked at Song Ningyu lazily with his chin, hooked his lips and said with a smile: "don't worry. When it's time to ask, he will naturally ask you. Now, let's keep it for the time being."

Song Ningyu's face suddenly turned black. His two fingers held the sunspot in their hands, raised their eyebrows and murmured, "Mom, did you calculate it early in the morning? How do I think you're calculating me?"

The snow emperor picked his eyebrows, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "really? You are welcome to come back at any time."

Song Ningyu stood up, glanced at the light rain outside and said softly, "there may be a good play to see today in the prime minister's house."

The snow emperor took out a leaf from his sleeve and shook it towards song Ningyu. A trace of sigh crossed his exquisite face: "this is the fragrant barrier leaf in the prime minister's house. Only the prime minister's house is full of this tree in the emperor island. Yu'er, the prime minister's house is not as simple as you think."

She couldn't guess what song Ningyu was doing in the prime minister's residence, but she knew it must not be a good thing.

"I've never underestimated the prime minister's residence. I think the prime minister's residence is more hidden than the king." song Ningyu stretched lazily. The snow emperor slapped her on the ass and stared at Song Ningyu angrily.

"But I haven't seen you for several years. Where have all the etiquette gone? It seems that my mother needs to find someone to teach you what etiquette is." the snow emperor got up and straightened song Ningyu's slightly disordered clothes, looked at Song Ningyu for a while, shook his head, and was very dissatisfied with song Ningyu's appearance in men's clothes.

"Go, my mother will take you to change!"

Song Ningyu, with a mournful face, pulled the snow emperor's arm and shook his head: "Mom, men's clothes are more convenient. In case anyone wants to assassinate the palace, the palace can fight with it. If it's women's clothes, it's not so convenient."

The snow emperor pinched song Ningyu's face and felt a slight pain in his heart: "who dares to assassinate you with his mother? Go and change this man's clothes. My son should be the emperor of the Huangdao!"

Song Ningyu blackened his face and said suspiciously, "when did I say I want to be the emperor of the imperial island? Besides, you are the snow emperor, my mother. I don't want to be." song Ningyu doesn't like cumbersome, and doesn't like the relationships and things that have to be calculated day and night. It's better to be a farmer and Mustang husband than a superior.

The snow emperor's face became a little rigorous and said slowly, "yu'er, you can find someone who treats you wholeheartedly. My mother will not stop it. However, as a vein of Huangdao, I can't watch the Huangdao break down like this. My mother believes you have this strength."

Song Ningyu suddenly remembered what aunt Mo had said to her. She said that Huangdao is a devil island. All right and wrong in it are not true right and wrong! If you can, aunt Mo will help her destroy Huangdao!

Aunt Mo is also one of the people in the imperial Island, but she said she wanted to help her destroy the imperial island. What kind of deep resentment is that!

"Aren't you afraid that I will destroy Huangdao?" song Ningyu stood behind Nalan Xue and looked at the thinning figure. Her eyes dimmed. This is where her mother was born and raised. If she destroyed this place, her mother

Snow emperor's back was straight, his hands were in his sleeves, and she couldn't see her face clearly. The gorgeous purple gold robe was raised by the wind, and the sound of the robe was loud in the wind. With the falling flowers and solitary leaves on the ground under the wind, song Jingyu knew that if her mother took it seriously, maybe Huangdao could be saved.

"Treat you as emperor, how about Huangdao, whatever you want!"

Song Ningyu hurried forward two steps, took the snow emperor's hand and said with a smile: "this is what you said. Don't blame me for being rude at that time."

In the drizzle, the clouds were swirling around. The old woman was bending her slightly fat body under the sweet clover tree. Some struggled to pick up the small golden flowers on the ground. The flowers were very small. Some fell on the cobblestone road, while others fell into the grass. It was inevitable that they would be stained with soil when reaching for them.

The old woman saw that song Ningyu was looking at her and accelerated her movements. The meat on her pale face trembled slightly with her movements in the rain. During the rainstorm all night, there was a lot of water in the potholes on the road, and the old woman's bloodless lips closed in a straight line.

"Why don't you pick up flowers again before the rain stops? You guys, take her down and have a good rest. The old man's body can't stand the toss! What if he gets cold!" song Ningyu gave an order. Two of the ten people behind him hurried forward immediately. They helped the old woman up and looked respectful.

"Your Highness, Princess Xie." in the wooden voice, I could not hear the ups and downs, but the hand that was tightly clenched in the sleeve, and fell into the eyes of the song in the bright and restrained eyes.

Since she dares to do it, song Ningyu must pay it back a hundred times!

The snow emperor took off his cloak and walked to the old woman's side on the long cobblestone path. He put on a slow voice for the old woman: "yu'er has always been capricious. Mom Zhang, go down and have a good rest. You go to find a doctor to have a good look. Don't be ill at that time."

Every move was full of grace. Even the gentle color in the smile was soft, like spring breeze in March, which made people unable to find a reason to refuse.

The old woman tried to kneel and was dragged by the snow emperor, so she had to thank him again and again: "thank you, your majesty. The old slave ordered people to take these flowers to make osmanthus cake."

"Let's go." the snow emperor nodded slowly, looked at the back of the three people holding the old woman walking slowly away on the cobblestone road, made a half ring, hooked his lips and smiled gradually.

Song Ningyu stood beside Nalan Xue with a forty-eight bone purple bamboo oil paper umbrella. They used an umbrella together. The snow emperor looked at the golden osmanthus tree and stretched out his white slender fingers to touch the flowers that had not yet fallen.

Flowers stained with raindrops, in the drizzle of clouds, with the snow emperor reaching out and gently touching, the flowers fell to the ground.

The snow emperor's eyes became a little dim. Looking at the Osmanthus fragrans, he whispered, "the laurel moon falls, and the natural fragrance clouds float outside."

In Song Ningyu's puzzled eyes, the snow emperor hooked his lips and said with a smile: "this is a poem loved by Taifu."

Song Ningyu stood beside the snow emperor and asked softly, "since my mother can't let go of her father, why didn't I see him when I went to Hongmeng that day?" but she went to see Gong Zilin.

The snow emperor took a deep breath, raised his hand and took over the falling sweet scented osmanthus, smiled and shook his head. The eyes were full of silent pain, like falling into a stone in the deep sea. He could no longer shake the whole sea. All he could get was the slightly swinging ripples.