Chapter 933

That night, Gong Zilin gave her the fireworks of Chang'an.

"Your Majesty, what are you worried about? The emperor treats you very well. Both of you are very tired."

"I don't know." song Ningyu stood up, patted the falling flowers on her body, and met Kan Hua walking with Feng Wu's hand. Kan Hua's whole face was radiant and always had a strong smile. Even she would be infected every time she looked at it.

"Your Majesty, aren't you going back to Tangguo? What about Gong Zilin? From my man's point of view, you believe me, Gong Zilin will never regret it." kan Hua folded a cherry blossom and took it in his hand to enjoy it.

Song Ningyu lowered her eyes: "I still have a fold to see. I'll go back to my room first."

Chen Hua looked at Song Ningyu's figure, touched her chin and doubted, "how did this woman become so fast? When she left, she wanted to see her off for eighteen miles. It changed in such a short time?"

Feng Wu leaned against the pillar and looked at Song Ningyu, who was walking in the corridor with a straight back. "Yes, how can women become so fast..."

Song Ningyu went back to her room and suddenly remembered the woman she had seen in the attic that day. Anyway, she had nothing to do. She decided to have a look again!

"If someone asks, you'll say I've slept and no one can see, okay?" song Ningyu took off some cumbersome imperial clothes and changed into a set of black night clothes.

Lian Qing looked at Song Ningyu differently: "Your Majesty, what are you going to do?" is there any secret in the mohdi family?

Song Ningyu made a silent gesture to her, turned and jumped out of the window. Her figure flashed like a cat against the night. There was much less defense in the mohdi family, but there was only one place that still maintained its original appearance. It was the tower.

Song Ningyu stepped into the attic like the wind. There was a circle of night pearls in the attic, which simply put it high and saw it clearly.

There was a crimson wedding dress on the bed, and the screen with the picture of beauty was still there, but the people in the room had disappeared. Song Ningyu glanced around. There was silence, not even a trace of fluctuation.

The sound of footsteps came from the attic. Song Ningyu glanced around and turned over to hide under the bed.

The footsteps staggered close to her, and then stopped in front of her. It was a man's feet. She remembered that he Lianxing smiled.

He Lianxing smiled and suddenly squatted down. Song Ningyu was startled by his calm eyes and climbed out from under the bed. She explained: "I was here last time, and there was a woman here at that time..."

"Well, it's my mother." he Lianxing smiled and sat on the bed, gently stroking the wedding dress on the bed with one hand.

"It is said that the patriarch of the mohdi clan closed down. In fact, he died half a month ago."

Song Ningyu's eyes were slightly enlarged and he Lianxing smiled. Suddenly he didn't know how to comfort him.

"You don't have to feel sorry for me. Maybe he's right to do so. The world says my mother is a demon, and they avoid talking about her. They all think I don't know, but I know everything." he Lianxing's smiling hand stroked from the bright red wedding dress.

"The day my mother left, it was very quiet. What she held in her hand was the wedding dress when she married my father. Ning Yu, that person should be yours and should be together openly, but you say, why, they just can't?"

The voice of helianxing's smile was very low and echoed in Song Ningyu's ears. She was walking on the corridor in a night clothes. Helianxing's smile followed her, and they were silent all the way.

Standing at the door of song Ningyu's room, he smiled at Song Ningyu and said, "ask yourself. If you keep doing this, won't you really regret many years later?"

Lian Qing opened the door and looked up to see song Ningyu standing at the door. Behind him was helianxing smiling with a worried look. She immediately understood that this matter was exposed.

Song Ningyu returned to the heavenly palace the next day. When she went to the heavenly palace, she had to take 9999 steps. Song Ningyu climbed up step by step without internal power or support. She walked very hard. When she finally climbed up, the feeling of overlooking the rivers and mountains shocked her soul deeply.

In the past, she dared not stay in the heavenly palace for a long time. There were pure shadows everywhere. Pure taught her martial arts and told her about the art of the emperor. At that time, everyone treated her as an emperor. Only she understood that this throne was her biggest obstacle.

Song Ningyu lay in the stargazing building, curled up in a ball, huddled in the lotus lamps lit up, and she closed her eyes.

Chun Su is sitting in a wheelchair and looking at the scenery outside the ninth floor. He holds a book in his hand. He occasionally reads books, looks at the scenery in front of him, or looks back.

Song Ningyu sat up from the ground, looked at Chunsu and blinked: "I had a long, long dream."

Chun Su closed the book called "emperor's art", stepped down from the wheelchair and stopped in front of her. A lamp in front of song Ningyu went out with a puff.

"Silly girl, this is a dream."

Song Ningyu stretched out her hand and pinched her face. It seemed that she didn't feel at all.

Chunsu spoke to her through this circle of bright and dark lights.

"Girl, have you found what you want when you come back from the northern regions?" Chunsu has a nice smell of magnolia flowers, which she loves very much.

"Master..."

Chunsu smiled bitterly: "it's really rare that I have the honor to listen to you after I die, master."

Song Ningyu tearful eyes: "I met a lot of people in the northern region. They all said that they knew me when I was very young."

Chunsu smiled meaningfully at Song Ningyu. His hands were as gentle as the spring breeze. They brushed across song Ningyu's face with a faint, cold fragrance of magnolia flowers.

When song Ningyu was ten years old, people in Huangdao suddenly found her mother, so they wanted to take song Ningyu's mother back to Huangdao. At that time, song Ningyu returned to Huangdao with her mother.

Chunsu meets song Ningyu in a magnolia forest. Song Ningyu is about to climb up the tree and dig out the bird's nest. As a result, he meets Chunsu and falls off the tree with a bang.

Chunsu repaired song Ningyu's wound. He asked her, "do you like larks?"

Song Ningyu said with a smile, "I want to raise one. Well, I want a big one. When I can master martial arts in the future, I'll ride on the lark and let her take me to the sky."

The little song, with her eyes full of serious, pinched her face, suddenly asked, "are you... Your highness?"

Song Ningyu was at a loss: "I don't know. When they see me, they point at me. I don't know what I am."

Xiao Song Ningyu looked up at Chunsu with a delicate face and said with a smile: "we look really like each other. I saw a picture in the imperial pavilion a few days ago. I think we are like King Jing Feng and the emperor in the picture."