Chapter 935

Compared with song Ningyu's calmness and silence, Chang'an in Tangguo became a little riot. Gong Zilin tightly held the reply note written by song Ningyu in his hand, and was so angry that he gnashed his teeth: "busy every day! A small broken island can be busy like this! What emperor island is open, many affairs, this sentence is at the beginning of every time, and I will recite it!"

Feng has no intention to stand beside the table, drooping his eyes and standing upright, looking at his nose and his heart. In this case, your majesty, you also have a fire every three days. He is used to it.

Seeing Feng's unintentional silence as usual, Gong Zilin gnashed his teeth and said, "speak!"

The wind raised his head unintentionally, with a touch of relief on his face: "emperor, can I go home?"

Gong Zilin sat on the throne and gave him a cold look: "are you going home to take the children again?"

Feng unintentionally coughed and explained with a smile: "I'm only four months old. I'm too busy at home."

"Get out of here!" Gong Zilin's face was cold, and he looked at the figure of Feng who had no intention to run away at that moment. His heart was full of anger! The wind stood beside Gong Zilin and deeply felt this anger.

"A large room of people are guarding a woman and a child. They are too busy! Do you really think I'm easy to cheat! Pack up!" Gong Zilin was silent for a while, dropped his brush and stood up.

The wind looked at Gong Zilin suspiciously: "Lord?"

His majesty Tang Huang left the book and ran away. He didn't say where he went, but I believe the prime minister will understand after reading it!

Huangdao is very lively. Song Ningyu and he Lianxing laugh through the prosperity and come to three dead cities, where they have experienced a shocking war of human and insect!

Song Ningyu is walking in the quiet street now, as if he can still see those red fire spider kings rushing towards her!

The first place to arrive was Fengyu city. The head of xuanlin nationality followed song Ningyu and led a large group of people to walk in the street. There are flowers and plants in the streets, which are reborn in the spring. Now there are weeds everywhere in the late summer.

All the way, except for the sound of small footsteps, everything was very quiet and strange.

The head of xuanlin clan stood next to song Ningyu and sighed: "in those years, it was also extremely prosperous here. I didn't expect that after such a thing, everyone's heart was covered with a shadow."

Song Ningyu understood that Zhao Jingjing, the eldest daughter of xuanlin family, died because of this. Everyone came here and was surrounded by strong resentment and sadness.

She found that Zhao xiongxin, the former strong and dignified head of xuanlin clan, was much older now. His hair was gray, his beard was stubble on his mouth, and his body still exuded a touch of wine. His energetic eyes were now gray.

Zhao Lin was a child previously adopted by Zhao Jingjing. His eyes were familiar with all kinds of human accidents. He stood behind song Ningyu and followed quietly without saying a word.

"Everything here has passed. For these three cities, Huangdao will re regulate every one here, and it is necessary to return the people of Huangdao to a stable home." song Ningyu flicked the soot on his elastic clothes and his eyes were firm and long.

Reconstruction is a long process. It is the shadow in the human heart. If you want to erase it, the sunshine must make the light stronger.

"Xuanlin clan leader doesn't have to worry. The Ministry of work has started planning this matter, and I believe it will come out in the near future." he Lianxing smiled and glanced around. In summer, the muggy wind blew in the Crescent City, and the city was filled with a smell of death. Although everything has ended, it still makes people uneasy.

As they walked along, they saw a little girl kneeling at her door and winding around the paper money. The paper money was swallowed up by fire, and finally there was only a wisp of black and gray cut tobacco.

Song Ningyu thought that the foam that had just blown over was about the reason for wiping cut tobacco.

"Little girl, where's your family? Why do you burn paper money here alone?" the xuanlin clan chief frowned and walked forward to ask.

The little girl slowly raised her head, revealing a slightly ferocious face, which was gnawed by what action. She pursed her lips and pointed to the room opposite the door.

The people looked into the house opposite the door. The courtyard was overgrown with weeds. There were two bodies lying in the grass, emitting a strong smell of decay.

Song Ningyu frowned: "haven't you sent someone to deal with these bodies? How can there be?"

The person who followed him looked slightly stiff and said in a deep voice to song Ningyu: "Your Majesty, it's true that it doesn't fall at all, but I don't know where it comes from after all. The little girl is really strange."

Song Ningyu looked at the little girl in front of her carefully, suddenly stretched out his hand to her and asked softly, "they are dead. Would you like me to take care of you?"

The little girl blinked a pair of dark eyes like ink, looked at her, bit her lips, and handed her hand up with great anxiety.

"Your Majesty, this little girl..."

He Lianxing smiled and waved to xuanlin clan leader. Xuanlin clan leader silenced, looked at Song Ningyu's soft eyes and sighed.

Someone began to clean up the debris in the yard immediately.

Song Ningyu took the little girl's hand and walked all the way through those roads. She comforted her carefully: "don't be afraid, I will make this place more prosperous. The same thing will never happen again."

The little girl bowed her head and crossed a strange arc at the corners of her lips. She walked around the crescent city with song Ningyu. In the evening, song Ningyu returned to xuanlin family to discuss the method of change with everyone. The little girl leaned back on the chair and fell asleep.

Song Ningyu finished discussing the matter. It was close to midnight. After some points, they all retreated one after another.

She stood in front of the little girl, sighed slightly, bent down and picked up the little girl. The little girl was very skinny despite her age!

He Lianxing smiled and his eyes fell on the little girl. The little medical fairy ran over with a bowl of black things and looked at Song Ningyu's distant footsteps. The little medical fairy said suspiciously, "why does the little girl she holds look a little strange?"

"Aren't you surprised to see anyone?"

The little doctor smiled with a bowl and said, "that's true. When Ben Xian saw anyone, he thought someone was going to murder him."

He Lianxing rubbed her long soft hair with a smile and said, "let's go and have a rest."

"I've cooked porridge here. Would you like to try it?"

"You taste it first. I'll taste it again if I'm not dead."

The voice behind him gradually became smaller and smaller. Song Ningyu looked down at the little girl sleeping soundly in her arms. Her pouting lips and delicate eyebrows looked like a person.

She went back to the room and gently put the little girl on the bed. Lianqing played hot water. Song Ningyu wiped her hands and covered her with a thin quilt.

Lianqing looked at the child and wondered, "in your writing, you don't want to adopt her? Have you forgotten? None of the adopted daughters adopted by the royal family has ever come to a good end. Miss Ming is, and there are countless in the history books."