Chapter 616

"Ah Lin, don't you wonder who the emperor's husband would be if your highness became the emperor?"

Song Ningyu clenched her fists in her sleeves. Gong Zilin didn't push Ming Tianni away. Why didn't he push her away! Gong Zilin just sat there with an expressionless face, drank the wine in one gulp, drank it in one breath, put down the wine, stood up, and his slender figure was tall and elegant.

"Ah Lin..." Ming Tianni also stood up with Gong Zilin, took Gong Zilin's hand and smiled like spring.

Song Ningyu suddenly slapped the table in front of her. The gold carved sandalwood table was shattered under song Ningyu's palm. Her figure immediately approached Ming Tianni, and her eyes were as cold as ice, directly taking Ming Tianni's life gate.

Ming Tianni subconsciously turns behind Gong Zilin. Gong Zilin raises his hand. In Song Ningyu's opinion, Gong Zilin is protecting Ming Tianni! An unknown fire was burning fiercely from Song Ningyu's heart, and her powerful internal force instantly rolled the whole palace. The cold wind scattered her long hair, and the whole person was ferocious.

"Yu'er, what are you doing?" a gentle force turned song Ningyu's internal power. His majesty snow emperor stood beside song Ningyu with a sun moon Scepter in his hand. One hand slowly pressed her shoulder. It seemed to be a slap on the shoulder, but in fact it pulled song Ningyu back who was almost possessed by evil.

Song Ningyu's eyes are red, comparable to the original Ouyang fire.

"Shouldn't you give me an explanation!" her voice was a little hoarse. Looking at Gong Zilin's calm eyes separated by water and sky, she suddenly felt a little afraid. She was afraid that everything she had would be nothing in the end, and even more afraid of the man in front of her. Everything was just a game she thought she was right.

Gong Zilin suddenly raised his lips and smiled with some evil spirit: "I have had business with you on Huangdao. As long as I marry Miss Ming, I can bring her back to Tang country."

Song Ningyu's whole face became gloomy and uncertain. The cold breath emanated from her. It was so cold and decisive. She secretly took several deep breaths in her heart. After being calm for half a minute, she asked slowly, "why?"

"I suddenly discovered that the Hsien girl was more heart than the royal highness of the princess. I still have something to do. First, step by step." Gong Zilin suddenly pulled the shadow behind him and turned around and strode towards the palace. The straight and upright figure was smaller and smaller in Song Ningyu's world.

She stood in situ, her eyes twisted together like thousands of sharp blades, penetrating all around!

Ah!

Grief and anger are intertwined in my heart. The powerful internal force is constantly looking for a suitable outlet for the riots. The snow Emperor stands beside song Ningyu in silence, just standing quietly and protecting her. The powerful internal force blows the surrounding palaces to pieces, and a luxurious starry scene is turned into a residue under song Ningyu's angry drink.

She stood among the debris, clenched her fists. Looking at his mottled reflection in the water, there was nothing in those fishy red eyes except red, no tears, no resentment, no hatred, only red, endless red.

"Yu'er... Mother..." the voice of the snow emperor was stuck in her throat. Song Ningyu's Scarlet eyes were rolled with a fierce storm, and even she couldn't stand it!

Song Ningyu faintly withdrew her eyes and shouted coldly, "I'd rather bear all the people in the world than him. If he dares to bear me, I will overthrow his world!"

Nalan Xue smiled gently, raised her hand and pulled up song Ningyu's long hair with gentle and gentle movements. Everyone doesn't know what song Ningyu is thinking. The man song Ningyu brought back is going to marry Ming Tianni now! The degree of people secretly discussing this matter is absolutely less than that of song Ningyu's return.

The snow emperor seemed to be determined to give her the throne. The mother and daughter sat in the political hall, holding a Zhu pen fold in their hands, and talked slowly in a low voice. Song Ningyu had a deeper understanding of the form in front of her. She forced down her inner uneasiness and anger, and sat in front of the big chair of purple gold carved dragon and Phoenix to write memorials.

About when she was a regent queen in Tang state for a period of time, she was handy in dealing with these things. Song Ningyu shrugged her shoulders for the excellent evaluation of the snow emperor. She was not interested in the throne!

A notice came from outside the door: "Wang Zun is here."

Song Ningyu glanced at her mother and found that xuehuang's hand holding the pen was a little stiff. Seeing song Ningyu looking at her, she tore away a gentle smile.

The people outside the door wore purple and gold robes and sat on the wheelchair without reducing their fierce momentum. When their eyes fell on song Ningyu, they were more kind.

"What's wrong with yu'er?" yu'er? He opened his mouth and shut his mouth. He was really very intimate. In the end, Wang Zun was his mother's brother. Although he was a few years older, his gentle strength was about deep blood and constant decline.

She stood up from the carved dragon chair in purple gold, nodded slowly, and a few quiet smiles were aroused between her words: "Uncle Lao is worried, it's much better."

Wang Zun's exquisite face has produced wisps of fine lines, and years have also engraved deep and shallow scars on his face. Nuo Da's hall has become a little quiet. Wang Zun took out his handkerchief and covered his mouth and coughed fiercely. Nalan snow stepped forward a few steps, his action paused again, and finally turned into a room of peace.

"If Wang Zun is ill, please go back and have a rest."

Wang Zun's eyes with deep meaning swept from his Majesty's pale face like snow, shook some withered hands and sighed: "now, I don't have much time. I can't get up one day. Yu'er, my uncle wants to talk to you alone. I don't know if it's convenient for you."

The eyes seemed to be ten years old in an instant. Song Ningyu nodded slowly. Now in Huangdao, she has no strength, so she has no right to speak. Although Wang Zun obviously asked her what she meant, it is actually no different from the order.

"Can't even my mother listen?" song Ningyu blinked a pair of bright eyes and collected a little fiercely.

Wang Zun carefully put away the handkerchief and nodded, as if he had made a great determination: "well, this is your life-long event, snow... Snow emperor should also listen."

Song Ningyu clenched her fists tightly and hid them in her sleeves. She took a silent step forward and pushed Wang Zun's wheelchair towards the side hall. There was a courtyard in the side hall. There was a cherry tree in the courtyard. The cherry blossoms were as white as pears. They were as beautiful as the snow in June.

Nalan snow quietly followed the wheelchair, and the light footsteps in the past became a little heavy. With the sound of the wheelchair turning, it seemed a little long in the sun.