Chapter 97

Jingyuan palace? Ning Lan, who went to the gate of Jingyuan palace, looked at these three big words and felt inexplicable resistance in her heart. Is it because there is a tragic woman living here? Or is it because there is an intelligent woman living here? At a young age, she knew very well that empress Mei Fei always existed in the harem of Daqi.

"Three princesses..." the maid Xin looked at the three princesses with a serious face and didn't move for a long time. So he whispered to one side.

"Yes."

Ning Lan was led by the palace maid Xinyu into the door of the "moon watching" pavilion. But listen to a piece of Gong Yan, which is as beautiful as a trickle, and it floats slowly. Among them, there is sadness that people can't help but linger. Looking for the beauty of happiness in loneliness makes the listener have an irresistible longing.

Ning Lan pushed the door in at the end of the song. Facing him, there was a woman sitting with her smiling eyes. She was focusing on the Guqin. Her sharp jaw and snow-white skin looked more beautiful and refined against the background of a light yellow makeup.

At this moment, Ning Lan felt that she was walking into a beautiful ink painting. In the painting, there is a beautiful and lonely fairy

Ning Lan saluted softly and said, "my son's minister knocks on the empress of Mei Fei, empress Jin'an."

"Get up." Mei Fei said, slowly stood up and walked to Ning Lan with a faint smile.

"You child, why are you so restrained? Will Princess Mei eat you?" then she took Ning Lan's small hand and looked lovingly at Ning Lan walking to the inner room.

Ning Lan said with praise: "the song just played by Princess Mei is really nice."

Empress Mei Fei asked hesitantly, "why? Lan'er also knows this song?"

Ning Lan smiled faintly, and then said mysteriously, "know some."

"Has Lan'er ever heard this song?" Mei Fei hasn't played it for a long time.

"Well." Ning Lan nodded sincerely.

"Lan'er, who has played this music?" does anyone else in the palace play this music? Seeing Ning Lan's fingers gently raised and pointed to herself, Mei Fei asked uncertainly, "is this palace?"

"Well, three years ago, my son heard that you were listening to this song played by Yuxuan."

Three years ago? At that time, isn't Ning Lan only five years old? The child, the memory is so good? Looking at Ning Lan's calm face incredulously, she slowly gathered her eyebrows.