Chapter 785

Song Ningyu frowned and looked at the bright moonlight as bright as the Pearl of the night. She was stunned thoughtfully until the little medical fairy shook her hand in front of her.

After yawning, song Ningyu stood up and glanced at the tangled little medical Fairy on her face. She raised a sigh as if there were nothing. There was some mournful silence in her tone: "the hour is not early, and they all have a rest earlier."

Seeing that song Ningyu got up and walked towards the door, Lian Xuan immediately walked ahead with an ink golden octahedral lotus glass lamp to lead song Ningyu. His actions were elegant, meticulous, careful and obedient.

The little medical fairy supported her chin, stared at Song Ningyu who had gone so far, and murmured, "don't you think your majesty seems to have changed?" song Ningyu used to be very enthusiastic about the high priest, but why didn't she ask and walked away today?

Song Ningyu doesn't care what others think. When she passes the corridor leaning against the cliff, song Ningyu is stunned. Recently, she can always see Chunsu sitting there alone, quiet and silent. Then she looks back and smiles when she can see him. The silence reveals the loneliness and desolation of nearly a hundred years.

"Your Majesty?" the lotus Xuan on one side was stunned when he saw song Ningyu standing on the corridor, and his eyes were dim, reminding him.

Huangdao is still snowing, and the heavenly palace is at the top. At dawn, you can have a panoramic view of the whole Penglai. The moss is covered with three feet of snow, and there are no footprints on the snow. The snow covered pavilions and pavilions below were small when they looked at them. Now they are getting smaller and smaller.

The moon falls on the snow and turns the whole heaven and earth into one color. This is Chunsu's favorite color. Everyone says that the high priest is as white as snow, light and elegant, but high and invisible.

The person in the wheelchair disappeared quickly again. When the wind blew the bell tied on the corridor, it made a slight jingle. The golden outer gauze on her bright yellow robe floated like snow in the cold wind.

Lian Qing felt a little strange and walked to the wheelchair. She murmured suspiciously, "isn't this the high priest's chair? How can it be put here? Don't you move away quickly?"

Song Ningyu waved his hand and walked straight past the Huaya wheelchair. In a low voice, he said, "it's burned."

Lian Xuan looked at Song Ning Yu's back in surprise. Her eyes were dim.

Lianqing quietly followed song Ningyu. The silent action seemed to have become a habit.

Song Ningyu was lying on the bed, looking at the top of the tent where the dragons robbed the beads, and asked Lian Qing outside the bed, "Lian Xuan, what do you think?"

Lian Qing sat under the bed and returned with great Indifference: "I think this man has great ambition. Don't worry, your majesty. I won't let her hurt your majesty."

"Really?"

A trace of anxiety flashed through Lianqing's heart, and she quickly immersed herself: "yes, Lianxuan is not a person known by slaves and maidservants. She is originally a person in the heavenly palace. She is the close attendant of the great Dharma protector. Recently, Lianxuan said that there is no shortage of people around the great Dharma protector, so she assigned her to take care of her majesty."

Seeing that there was no sound on the bed, Lianqing turned around and looked at it, and her eyebrows and eyes twitched slightly. His majesty is asleep.

She hung her eyes and sat quietly out of bed. After a short time, she also slept in the past.

Song Ningyu only felt that someone was touching her face. Her movement was soft and slow, with strong attachment and fascination. She opened her eyes vigilantly. The movement in her hand didn't hit out, but stopped because of the person's appearance.

Dressed in white as snow, he sat at the head of the bed and smiled at her. The rich and cold moonlight outside the window was instantly eclipsed.

Song Ningyu half propped up and looked at the people in front of the window. He only felt that the whole world had become incomparably clear. The wind helped the magnolia tree outside the window and brought a rustling sound. In the middle of the night, there was an occasional sound of snow sliding from the roof. The cold wind blew the bright yellow brocade gauze through the open fine seams outside the window.

The gauze clothes whisked up, with some dreamlike mistiness, which made her unable to distinguish between true and false in this beautiful dream.

He smiled and said, "Your Majesty? But after a few months, has your majesty forgotten to be a teacher?"

The smiling tone was matched with a sad face that looked a little like song Ningyu. Song Ningyu's heart was inexplicably affected. She sat up and looked at the elegant young master in white reflected by the Pearl reflection. Her eyes were slightly restrained and murmured, "pure... You..."

Aren't you dead?

Song Ningyu didn't have time to think more. A slightly cool hand touched her lips, hooked her lips and said with a warm smile: "don't talk."

Song Ningyu was held in his arms. What kind of feeling is that? It seems that life and death, people and ghosts in front of him are not important. As long as he is still there! As long as he's still there.

There was only silence left. Song Ningyu pushed away Chunsu and suddenly found that the face had become Gong Zilin!

"You..." she felt a panic and a touch of uneasiness.

Gong Zilin's evil face was hung with a smile. That smile never belonged to song Ningyu alone. Now, a long time later, song Ningyu understood such a fact.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Nevertheless, song Ningyu couldn't resist the smile she got alone. She was so charming and beautiful. Song Ningyu couldn't control herself. She stared at the person in front of her. In her eyes, there was a miss she hadn't found so far.

He picked up his eyebrows and smiled, raised her chin, and acted as evil as a devil: "madam? What's the matter? Why don't you feel happy when you see your husband?"

The hot kiss fell down, followed by clothes... Only the spring scenery like fire was left in the whole bedroom hall, reflecting the cold white chill outside the window

Song Ningyu suddenly woke up from the bed. Lian Qing sat anxiously at the head of song Ningyu's bed and kept wiping the sweat on her face. She looked worried and anxious. Seeing that she suddenly woke up, she seemed relieved and looked at the pillow. "Your Majesty, your majesty has a nightmare?"

She glanced around, and her raised body fell back into the collapsed bed, and her violently undulating chest gradually calmed down. The morning light outside the window broke in through the half open window lattice and fell on the dark brocade Magnolia carpet. There were small pieces of ash that swam thin under the broken light.

The sound of snow outside the window was ticking, echoing in Song Ningyu's heart, once, once, again. There seems to be no end.

She stared at the bright yellow brocade picture of two dragons grabbing beads on the top of the tent.

Lianqing stood by song Ningyu's bed and whispered, "Your Majesty, today is the day to rest. If your majesty is tired, you can have more rest."

Song Ningyu jumped and stood on the bed made of cold jade, with a trace of mischief in her cold eyes!