Chapter 769

The snow emperor lowered his eyes, turned the Buddha beads in his hand and shook his head: "yu'er, my mother is tired and wants to put down all this. Now your wings are hard. Go and go your way. Now no one uses you anymore. You are free."

Song Ningyu stood quietly in front of the Buddha. She looked at the figure who got up and slowly disappeared in the wind and rain. Her slender eyelashes trembled gently. Abbess Jingyi walked to song Ningyu and sang the Buddha's name.

"Jingchen has no worries in his heart. Why don't your majesty let go of Xu Jingchen's last involvement?"

Song Ningyu raised her eyes. The bright Dragon Robe was particularly conspicuous in the hall. She smiled with some self mockery: "freedom? The son of heaven who lives above thousands of people? But I'm just a woman. What do you want to do in this world?"

Once desperately wanted to get it, now I found that I began to miss the past.

She was only nineteen, but she seemed to have experienced most of her life.

Nun Jingyi did not enlighten song Ningyu, but said lightly: "the world is full of samsara of cause and effect. In fact, those samsara causes and effects are the result of repeated compromises in the plight of the world."

Song Ningyu looked at the snow that had disappeared and the only footprints left. He raised his eyes and said in a deep voice, "I hereby appoint the snow emperor as a teacher of Jingchen yuan and practice in Qingyun temple."

"Yes."

Song Ningyu looked deeply at the Qingyun Temple flying in the snow, took back her eyes, and walked out slowly. As soon as she walked out of the Qingyun temple, Lian Qing rushed over with a thick fur coat. Song Ningyu looked up at the forty-eight bone purple bamboo dragon umbrella, and her thoughts drifted away.

At that time, beside the stone bridge in Lingcheng, there was a man standing beside her, holding a forty-eight bone purple bamboo umbrella, who was resistant to any rain and storm, so they got caught in the rain together.

"Your Majesty, the ministers in the court have been waiting in the parliament hall for a long time." Lianqing carefully looked at Song Ningyu. Even if she didn't like it, song Ningyu nodded expressionless and sat in the golden carriage pulled by 16 horses. There was bright carbon burning in the carriage, which was as warm as spring. When she came, she knew about the ministers in the imperial palace, Chen Hua and He Lian Xingxiao have dealt with it by themselves.

Aunt Mo looked at Song Ningyu, who looked a little shaky, sighed helplessly, turned and sat in the small sedan chair behind her. She was just a young lady of the prime minister's house. She had no right, no power and no blood. In this imperial island with strong blood power and strength, she was not qualified to ride with her majesty!

After about a flower, the carriage was like a thousand troops and horses, which attracted countless people to look at each other. Song Ningyu was delicate and cold, full of dignified and noble faces, looming behind the bright and yellow Yuehua brocade. There are many rumors about song Ningyu, both good and bad.

Although song Ningyu was not interested in paying attention to these, she also had to listen to them at an appropriate time. Her ears are now excellent, and there are an endless stream of voices in the restaurant. Those eyes focus on her, both longing and disgusting. There are thousands of strange and diverse forms.

Lian Qing sat in front of the carriage and glanced at the people who were talking about it. Her eyebrows tightened tightly.

The carriage galloped all the way and stopped at the political discussion hall. Song Ningyu looked up and glanced at the sky until noon. He got off the carriage slowly in the loud announcement of Lianqing. Those ministers are divided into two cases. Looking from a distance, they spread all the way to the palace. If they can accommodate these people in the huge temple, I'm afraid the hall is still insufficient!

"Welcome your majesty back to the palace!"

Song Ningyu walked slowly through the middle. Helian Xingxiao, kuehua and changsun Wuxie stood at the end of the long road and waited for her quietly. There was a strong smile between the eyebrows. Song Ningyu walked to Helian Xingxiao. Helian Xingxiao was the king's statue and a regent in inner land. Generally speaking, it was not necessary to give a big gift.

Song Ningyu nodded at the three and slowly climbed onto the golden platform. The golden chair was woven with lotus. The combination of lotus and dragon. Song Ningyu saw it for the first time. Lian Qing stood quietly beside song Ningyu and waited quietly for song Ningyu's words.

Song Ningyu brushed the Dragon Robe and sat on the golden throne with a golden sword. The ministers outside were used to entering one after another. The posture was very solemn. Song Ningyu respectfully said, "see the emperor, long live my emperor."

Song Ning Yu lowered her eyes and looked at the bowing ministers. Her heart suddenly became extremely calm. Until this moment, she believed that she was now an emperor. Before, because of the pure matter, the accession ceremony was a little sloppy. What she felt was not the pleasure brought by power, but a responsibility, a heavy responsibility!

After the ministers got up, song Ningyu glanced at the memorial on the table. Yu Guang fell on the dignified prime minister with a happy and proud look. She slowly looked at the prime minister and said in a loud voice, "I don't know if the prime minister has anything to say."

The prime minister was stunned and shook his head as an example: "I congratulate your Majesty on his accession to the throne."

Song Ningyu supported his forehead, the tassel on the crown hung in front of the exquisite eyebrow, and the eyes of the ministers fell on the Prime Minister one after another.

"Anything else?"

The prime minister lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "the land of xuanlin family is now rapidly reorganizing. The people are grateful to your majesty."

Song Ningyu held his forehead and his eyes fell on the prime minister. The cold tone made the whole hall fall into an ice cellar: "thank you? Then I want to ask the prime minister. The prime minister stationed troops privately, bought important officials in the court and made dragon robes privately in the house. There is only one prime minister's house, but silver wealth is comparable to Jinshan! Prime minister, what can I say?"

The prime minister raised his head fiercely, and a pair of shrewd eyes on the just Yi face looked at Song Ningyu and took three points of cruelty! She's just a yellow haired girl in her late twenties. She's so presumptuous in the court!

Song Ningyu swept his eyes and said lazily, "the prime minister seems to have some objections. Zhan analysis, take someone to find out!"

When song Ningyu put out a game, the ministers began to understand that song Ningyu was going to change the dynasty. The three fires of the new officials have now begun to burn the people's Classics!

Chun Su sat on the throne of king, which was a little lower than the throne, and looked at the large group of trembling ministers. He couldn't help feeling a little funny. Zhan Xie glanced at the prime minister whose face suddenly changed. Before he had any objection, he strode towards the prime minister's house!

It's really stupid. He hasn't even won the throne yet. He has already started making dragon robes!

Song Ningyu scratched across the prime minister's slightly pale face, and his fingertips slowly knocked on the glass and gold Royal table. The sound was like a knife, grinding slowly in everyone's heart. People looked creepy and felt threatened one after another.

The Prime Minister stood up and was about to speak. Song Ningyu's fierce eyes swept over and said in a deep voice: "if the prime minister has anything to defend, it's not too late for the little general to talk when he comes back."