Chapter 740

Yaolao reluctantly shook his head. He slowly stood up and smiled at Song Ningyu: "do you know how old is the person with the longest life in Huangdao?"

Song Ningyu shook his head. In my memory, it seems that Xingxiao told her that there was a place where someone lived to be more than 200 years old?

"Ning Yu is 208 years old. The high priest is a person who cultivates immortality. Although I don't know whether he can become an immortal or not, the high priest really has that strength over the past 120 years. Don't trust your eyes too much." old Yao looked at Song Ning Yu earnestly.

Song Ningyu murmured. She began to believe that Chunsu lived so long because of cultivating immortals. However, why don't people like Chunsu cultivate immortals? Run and care what she does!

"Then my mother's white hair..."

"Your Majesty, like Lord Chunsu, worries too much. Your highness, if you care about Chunsu, it's better. If you don't care about Chunsu, don't hurt him. For so many years, I've been watching him support alone. Now, the oil is almost exhausted."

Song Ningyu looked at Yao Lao with some urgency, and her fingertips trembled slightly: "the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry. What... What do you mean?"

"Don't your highness understand? Your highness could not have saved his life 13 years ago. It was the priest's life that saved him. Unfortunately, your highness seems to have no memory."

Song Ningyu stared fiercely. She sat fiercely on her seat and looked at old Yao incredulously: "have I come back? I came back when I was 13? It's impossible. My mother was dead when I was 13!"

It was in the year when she was 13 that she got seriously ill. When she woke up, she forgot a lot of things. At that time, even her mother's death became very silent.

The candle flickered slightly in the air. There was a creaking sound of opening the door outside the door, and then it closed slowly. Song Ningyu turned back and saw the snow emperor holding a scepter and slowly walking towards song Ningyu. The white hair hidden in the black hair was like a strand of silver at night.

She stood slowly beside song Ningyu, with a tone of seriousness she had never been before. She said: "Yu'er, I went to see you 13 years ago. However, at that time, you had a high fever and had no medicine to return. I secretly took you back to Huangdao. Six months later, you recovered from a serious illness, and I secretly ordered someone to send you back. In those six months, the priest exhausted his efforts and saved you. Yu'er, you should remember that it is better to bear the people of the world than the high priest."

Song Ningyu looked at the snow emperor and shook her head. It seemed that all this was not as true as she saw. Everything became extremely vague. Who was she after all? What was she doing? Song Ningyu couldn't tell clearly. She became very confused.

The slightly gloomy wind outside the window blew in. Song Ningyu tightly clenched her fist, sat on the big chair, frowned and said slowly, "what else do I don't know?" the tone was so calm that she didn't even know what kind of trembling it was.

Old Yao glanced at Song Ningyu, looked at the snow emperor and said, "it's too late now. It's not too late for your highness to digest first." if these things are finished at once, song Ningyu doesn't know what kind of blow he will suffer!

The snow emperor shook his head and said in a deep voice, "no, she is the emperor of Huangdao, so she must bear these!"

Song Ningyu nodded, and her tone became extremely calm. Only she knew what kind of waves were under the calm sea!

"You keep asking me why I don't want to see Taifu. Ning Yu, don't hate him. He knows that if you want to protect you, you must have someone to cushion you. I once thought to bring back Ning Xue's child and make her the emperor of Huangdao. I just didn't expect that Wang Zun knew all this."

Song Ning Yu lowered his eyes, slowly clasped the tea with his fingertips, and made a fine sound. The snow emperor's heavy dress exuded an elegant and dignified state of honor under the light of the Pearl at night. Every word seemed to have an incomparably heavy weight.

"Pure is indeed as like as two peas." he pries into heaven and knows that you are the reincarnation of Wen Yuan, so you are very well protected, and I do not believe in these things, but that face... How does heaven have such a similar face?

Song Ningyu shook her head blankly: "when he saw me, he was covered with mackerel gauze, and I had never seen his face." but the man's face in the heavenly palace bath in Song Ningyu's mind coincided with the face she had seen in the portrait.

"Yu'er, if Chunsu hadn't saved your life, if Chunsu had tried every means to protect you outside the island, now you would have been on the throne. He didn't want the past to repeat itself, so my mother strongly opposed taking you back to the imperial island. This is a cage, a gorgeous, golden and jade cage." the snow emperor lowered his eyes, and old Yao poured a cup of tea for her.

Song Ningyu's fingertips trembled slightly. She looked up at the snow emperor, and there was full seriousness in her eyes: "so, from the beginning, every step I took was actually calculated by you. You also calculated my wedding with Gong Zilin. All you did was to take advantage of me who came back to overthrow Wang Zun! Right or wrong?"

The snow emperor looked at Song Ningyu slightly surprised, and even the sadness on his face seemed a little stunned.

Song Ningyu drank the tepid tea in the cup. The tea was really bitter, bitter to the heart!

"You have calculated everything. You have calculated that I hate prosperity and will not enter the palace. You have calculated that I am cold and arrogant and will be pleased by Gong Zilin. You have calculated that after Gong Zilin and I come out of the mausoleum, they will agree with each other. You have also calculated that Gong Zilin will fight with Hongmeng because of me, and Hongmeng will be defeated unexpectedly!"

Song Ningyu slammed down the tea lamp. All this was calculated, calculated by Chunsu and calculated by her mother. She said that although the roads were difficult, they were still smooth. I see!

Song Ning Yu lowered her eyes. There was some depression in her back. She slowly opened the door, glanced at the snow emperor who wanted to follow up behind her, and whispered, "Mom, I want to think about it alone."

The snow emperor stood behind her, and her fingertips were slightly pale because she held the scepter too hard. Song Ningyu's back stepped into the rain and fog one after another. Her back was a little fuzzy. Lian Qing behind her sobbed quietly, following song Ningyu's back, accompanied her in the rain.

Song Ningyu walked along the long Qingshi Road, and every step made her feel at a loss. All along, Chunsu always tried her best to protect her. From the beginning, she opened her muscles and veins in the palm of her hand. After coming again, he calculated every step. He walked carefully every step. Everyone thought it was calculated by her mother. In fact, it was Chunsu.

Song Ningyu reached out and a snow-white lark fell on her fingertips. Song Ningyu whispered a few words. The two larks' fluttering wings flew out towards the gray sky.