Chapter 3281

He Yun began to calculate quickly in his heart.

After the clear logic of Ning's regulations was finished, the Jinluan Hall fell into a moment of silence.

Ning xunxiong's face on the Dragon chair was uncertain and wonderful.

The Taiwei quickly came out to control the field. Secondly, several officials in the court who were ordered by ranbai did not move, but they made a sharp conclusion.

At this time, Ning xunxiong couldn't go if he wanted to.

The censor observed the emperor's face and sighed at the bottom of his heart.

That's it,

The emperor is confused.

It's obvious that we should fight and we will fight. Why can't we think of it.

Zhao Sheng took a step forward, stood up and agreed with the view of the war: "Weichen seconded."

Ning xunxiong was very angry.

Prince Ning Chengjie's face is not very good-looking. He has always advocated no war and peace. Now isn't this just beating him in the face?!

Jinzhong frowned secretly, glanced at the situation in the court hall, looked at the fierce body shape of the dark red court dress, the head of the hundred officials, and bit his teeth.

Princess Xizhao.

Indeed, it deserves its reputation.

The prime minister once again turned his eyes to the magnanimous and wanton youth. Only one side had clean lines and a cold look.

He had always thought that the prince, who had no intention of power and politics, really knew nothing about the affairs of the court. Unexpectedly, he was very wrong now!

The matter has been unable to return to heaven.

No matter how to save it.

This battle,

It's settled.

The war between the two countries, which had been disputed for several days and still had no results, finally ended today and officially announced the results.

beyond all doubt.

After the emperor announced that he would go down, all officials walked out of the Jinluan hall.

Ning Chuanzhi smiled at ranbai, then turned away and went directly to the harem.

Mingsi palace.

As soon as the young man walked in, he saw the slender and straight girl leaning on the soft couch, completely melted into the halo, and the long eyelashes cast a gentle silhouette, which was incredible.

Those white and beautiful fingers holding embroidery needles seemed to become living creatures and give life under her fingertips.

The girl is poetic and gentle.

Elegant, reserved and elegant.

Ningzhi hooked the lip angle.

Um.

This is Ning yuan of his family, his own sister.

The young man changed out of his court clothes and was always dressed. He was lazy and wanton. When he first came out, he just saw the figure sitting next to the chair: "mother imperial concubine."

A woman is dressed in exquisite palace clothes. She is in her thirties, but she looks much younger.

The face is gentle and white. The calmness of the eyes after years of precipitation is more attractive. The sitting posture is correct enough to pick no mistakes.

She is the master of Mingsi palace and the biological mother of Ning Yu'an and Ning Jiezhi.

Su Weisi.

He was born in a noble family. When he was young, he was a real lady. Now his etiquette cultivation is even better than before.

"Shackles, peace."

A woman's voice is soft like the April wind outside the window and the right sunshine in the morning.

Ning Yu placed the unfinished sachet and bent his apricot eyes: "mother, it's a pity that you missed my brother's appearance in court clothes."

Hearing the speech, the young man looked at Ning Yu'an with a smile. He sat lazily next to him and said in a half joking tone: "can it make people dream?"

“……”

Su yingsi smiled and listened to the dialogue between her brother and sister. The smile on her lips was just the right arc.

"Princess Xizhao sent someone to bring Crystal Cake. Have a try."

Ning Zizhi looked at Ning yuan.

Ning Yu'an blinked.

The sunshine outside the window is bright, and it is the fragrance of pear flowers. The light wind rolls up a piece of white pear flowers, and the petals flutter in the air.

…

It's night,

Dreams float.

Dyed white has come many times, each time because of Jinyao, and the crow is also very familiar with it. Every time the princess smiles, it seems that she can open a flower.

After all, Jinyao's temperament would not refuse to see guests, but also walk so close to the princess. Climbing the high branch is only good for their dream of floating life, not bad. Of course, the crow is happy.

At present, looking at the lazy and fierce figure in red, the crow said politely, "Your Highness, you are coming. I'll let someone tell you now."

"No need." ranbai lightly refused and walked forward. "This hall directly looks for him. There is no need to inform him."

The crow had good eyesight, nodded and retreated.

When ranbai pushes the door in, the first thing he hears is the melodious sound of the piano, which is clear and meaningful.

She picked the tip of her eyebrows and didn't bother. She naturally sat on the pear blossom wood chair, quietly listened to the sound of the guqin, and her eyes fell on the young zither player with snow clothes, ink hair and beautiful moon.

The piano ends.

Jin Yao paused and bent his cold and beautiful eyes to the princess, "Your Highness."

Dye Bai nodded slightly and looked at the boy coming. She lowered her eyes and gently knocked on the table with her fingertips. There was a picture on the table that she had just brought. The princess said carelessly: "give you something."

The young man's long eyelashes drooped slightly, his eyes fell down, and his slender white fingers held the painting and unfolded it gently at the fingertips.

It is a pear flower on a moonlit night, a distant and elegant artistic conception.

"Thank you, your highness." the young man lifted up his thin lips and smiled as if he were in a deep pool. At that moment, he cherished the painting and kissed the princess's lips with one hand on one side of the table. The kiss was gentle and affectionate. The sound line overflowing from his lips and teeth was slightly blurred: "I like it very much."

The magnified and beautiful face in front of her was reflected in her sight. Ran Bai looked at the young zither player and, um, put his fingertips around the young man's collar and took the initiative to kiss him.

That's Li yuenian.

Painting is a good painting. Naturally, it should be given to those who understand and cherish painting.

In particular, Jin Yao always loved pear flowers.

No more, no less, just right.

"Childe." for a long time, the princess said carelessly, "you are not only a person in this hall, but also a person in the princess's house."

She understated: "in the future, there is no need to return to this dream."

The young zither player murmured in a low voice. He looked obedient and incredible: "Jinyao depends on the princess."

Jinyao is yours all his life.

So.

No, don't me.

"Your Highness, do you want to listen to the opera?" the young man's white clothes are like flowing clouds. He gently touches the princess and kisses with a touch of cold dignity. When he straightens up, his lips look like rose juice. The falling voice is clear and slightly dumb, but it is more bewitching.

It was the last time that dyed leucorrhea Jinyao came out of the prime minister's house to visit the theater at night. In fact, it was just a small matter. Dyed leucorrhea didn't take it to heart. Unexpectedly, Jinyao still remembered it.

The princess didn't refuse, just said yes.

Jin Yao's eyebrows were slightly curved: "then I'll sing to your highness."

He can sing, but no one knows.

Because he never sings in front of people.

The end of the play is his own world.

The princess is the only exception.