Chapter 934

Chunsu's eyes were slightly bright. He looked at Song Ningyu carefully and said with a smile: "speaking of it, it's really."

"You look like an immortal in white." song Ningyu lies down beside Chunsu and lowers her head to tease bailing Wu in her arms.

Later, Chun Su always went to the pavilion for a while every once in a while. He found that in addition to being in a daze, 10-year-old song Ningyu talked to the lark she dragged down from the tree. It was lovely to mutter and talk alone.

Every time Chunsu came, her calm face would hang a thick smile. At that time, Chunsu was only 17 or 18 years old, wearing pure white clothes, and her words and deeds were elegant and cautious.

Later, song Ningyu's mother also appeared. She thoroughly melted the story in Song Ning Yu's mouth into Chunsu's mind, making Chunsu deeply think that he was responsible for her in his previous life.

Song Ningyu still played in the pavilion every day, and then waited for Chunsu while playing. She didn't wait for Chunsu. Finally, she waited for a boy called Xingxiao. The boy came to play with her every day. The time flashed for more than half a year.

Song Ningyu was suddenly secretly sent away by the snow emperor all night. The snow emperor adopted a girl named Ming Tianni.

Every time song Ningyu is mentioned in a related question, Chunsu becomes very silent and only says that the secret of heaven cannot be revealed.

Later, song Ningyu returned to Taifu's house. It seemed that she just had a long sleep. In fact, her mother found a girl the size of her and put her in the house. Because my mother Zhang is taking care of it, no one sends it.

Everything in front of me became very vague. Chunsu half knelt in front of song Ningyu, holding her face and eyes full of tenderness like water: "I'm going to go. You should look forward, don't doubt the past, and don't always suspect the past. Those past are not important, but the important thing is now."

Song Ningyu grabbed Chunsu's cold hand in a panic: "where are you going, master..."

Chunsu's figure gradually disappeared in Song Ningyu's line of sight. She fiercely opened her eyes, but saw that all the lotus lamps had been extinguished. Something suddenly disappeared from her heart.

Song Ningyu sat in the eight trigrams array composed of lotus lamps. The lamps had been extinguished. She got up and took the fire clasp again, but none of them lit.

Huangdao has no temple, no high priest, only an imperial eunuch.

Lianqing stood behind song Ningyu, her eyes full of worry: "Your Majesty, what are you doing?"

"Is Chunsu dead? Lianqing, is our high priest dead?..." the memories of his youth gradually came together. Song Ningyu grabbed Lianqing's skirt and his voice was a little flustered.

Lian counted and nodded: "did your majesty forget? The high priest and the nine Dharma guardians are dead. They have been cremated, your majesty... Where are you going?"

Song Ningyu ran wildly. She ran desperately. When she crossed the long corridor, she suddenly stopped. It seemed that Chunsu was still in a wheelchair and looked at the ups and downs of clouds under the mountains.

She sat on the corridor and was so frightened that Lianqing thought she was going to jump down. She immediately hugged song Ningyu and dragged him back: "Your Majesty, you must not miss it, your majesty! You still have Tang Huang's pen!"

"... I'm not going to commit suicide. You let go." song Ningyu sighed low. Lian Qing slowly released her hand and looked at Song Ningyu cautiously.

"Go to the parliament hall!" song Ningyu turned around and walked with a lot of determination. She seemed to be able to see that Chunsu was sitting in a wheelchair and waving to her with a smile. She didn't know whether she was saying goodbye or something else.

The parliament hall is also the office of song Ningyu, which is close to the main hall.

She began to bury herself in a lot of memorials. Countless orders were issued from the heavenly palace. There were 9000 multi-level stairs, and everyone climbed back and forth. The whole body was trained!

Time passed, and a month later, he Lianxing smiled and was very dissatisfied with song Ningyu, who buried himself in his office and didn't care about the world. With it, there were the master of the holy doctor Pavilion and LAN rou.

"I said, you've been a month or two. What do you want?" Lan Rou's tone pretended to be rough, but LAN Rou's tone was of no use to song Ningyu, who lost his expressionless dignity.

"I have received dozens of letters from Tang Huang. At the beginning, I said that Huangdao was opened and needs to deal with all kinds of matters. What do you want me to write after that!" he Lianxing smiled and had a headache. No one can stand the reminder of a letter these days!

Song Beiyu bowed her head, holding a Zhu pen, and was imperial approving the folding. After approving one, she raised her head, looked at LAN Rou, who was about to stop talking, got up, took out a slightly thick scroll from the dark Pavilion behind the golden chair and handed it to her hand.

"This is the fire phoenix scroll. Take it back."

LAN Rou took the thing in Song Ningyu's hand suspiciously, opened it and found that it was really. Song Ningyu's heart that wanted to monopolize the baby immediately decreased by more than half, and her tone became soft: "are you really not going? If you don't go again, what if he wants to marry the empress concubine?"

Song Ningyu sat down again, took another fold and began to approve. Her pen was flowing, her handwriting was beautiful and her words were accurate.

"Wang Zun, what do you think of the construction of three cities on Yingzhou island?"

Song Ningyu ignored the master of the holy medical Pavilion and LAN rou. The master of the holy medical Pavilion patted LAN Rou on the shoulder and motioned her not to get excited. He said to song Ningyu, "Lan Rou and I are going back to the northern region. If you have something to do, you can also send a message."

Song Ningyu raised her head from the fold and asked, "remember to look at some people for me."

The master of Shengyi Pavilion nodded: "this is nature."

Song Ningyu waited for both of them to leave. She yawned and continued to talk with Helian Xingxiao. Helian Xingxiao opened the memorials and her face was slightly black.

"It's hard to set an example when the ethereal patriarch and his husband stroll around the flower building... Such things can also be written. Your majesty, are you free? Each minister gives you three folds a day. How many things can you do in such a big imperial island?" he Lianxing smiled and opened another letter, unable to help but help his forehead.

Take another look at Song Ningyu's Zhu pen imperial approval, all of which are three words. I have read it.

Song Ningyu put down the Zhu pen, sat on the golden emperor's chair, smiled at Helian Xing and said, "there's nothing to do now. There will be some in the future. I just took precautions early. Besides, the Crescent City doesn't recover now. You can go and have a look with me sometime."

He Lianxing slapped on the table with a smile and shook some ink out of the red inkstone.

"Can you be normal?"

"Am I not a good emperor?" song Ningyu asked back with an eyebrow. He Lianxing smiled and lost his voice. Just because it's so good, it's too good! The minister has now started to talk nonsense with the other party's trivial things!