Conceited Advisor Princess

Chapter 591

The peach is young and bright. When a son returns home, he should have his room and home.

The son of Yu Gui? Return to Huangdao? Although it was reluctantly used on her, it seemed that it was really the same thing.

Conveniently put the letter back in place. The sound of Wang Zun's wheelchair creaked on the ground. The floor didn't know what material it was. Everything in the whole imperial pavilion was reasonable except the suddenly fallen door and thick dust.

"No matter what the emperor is, it's the fate of heaven. Is it that you said you would go? Besides, after Naitang state, this palace has no intention to the throne of Huangdao. If you have this intention to persuade me, you'd better find a new assistant. Isn't everyone happy?"

She didn't want to be the emperor. She just wanted to make some things clear this time. As for her mother, what she saw now may not be bad. She didn't get the news that the snow emperor went to see song Taifu. Since they don't see each other, it's time to stop.

"You married the eldest son of the moheti clan, and the whole Huangdao will be yours in the future. My uncle heard that you brought the man." a cold flash flashed in Wang Zun's eyes, turning the ring in his hand and light hook on his lips.

Once a person moves the truth, it is equivalent to having armor and weakness at the same time. For song Ningyu, who is soft and hard and doesn't eat, the only way he can use is the man who came with song Ningyu.

Song Ningyu's eyes changed with the change of Wang Zun. Yang's eyes proudly sneered and said, "what? Sir, this is going to threaten me with him? Since I dare to bring him, I'm not afraid!"

There was a gust of wind outside the attic door, blowing up the dust in the attic. Wang Zun coughed with his handkerchief. Song Ningyu's eyes fell in the medical books. There were bamboo slips in the medical books, which seemed to be the very old original version. Now many drugs have been changed and lost their original properties.

Change can only go in two directions, either better or worse!

Nowadays, quacks are everywhere, and the most primitive ones are more useful. She walks closer to the books. The moonlight penetrates from under the crystal tiles. Stepping on the thin dust, song Ningyu turns the books and turns his hands full of ash.

At first glance, there were many common medical books such as compendium of Materia Medica. They didn't see anything special. They just bowed their heads and placed a book under the small cabinets of the medical books. The table was lame, so they used that book to pad it? Song Ningyu raised her eyebrows and glanced at the anxious purple smoke on her face.

"Huangdao is now so poor that they use books to pad the table?"

Wang Zun covered his handkerchief and shook his white hands. Because of his cough, the withered old voice became a little hoarse: "that's, cough, a strange book. It was pressed under the table for many years, and no one has turned it."

Song Ningyu bent down and stretched out his hand to pull out the book and blew the dust off the book. The table print has been deeply printed into the book. It can be seen that the book has been pressed for many years. If everyone comes and sits on the short table, the book will suffer.

The name of the book is a little strange, but it seems to be so.

Poison doctor.

Song Ningyu has seen the poison devil, and her poison pox is still fresh in her memory. She also said that she was so unwilling at that time. However, song Ningyu doesn't know how everything is now. Bai Li burned the song and returned to Bai Li divine valley. There is no shadow and no trace. Song Ningyu is not interested in knowing her whereabouts.

"Cough, you'll send some people here to clean up later and invite Shangqing to come here to give lectures to yu'er."

Song Ningyu's eyebrows beat. She has never been to school. Her father is the imperial master, who is the emperor's teacher. Although Gong Zilin has not received teacher's grace, that position is still there. The knowledge of the imperial master of song still makes many scholars and refined guests bow down!

Song Taifu only taught her some women, such as women's training, poetry, songs and Fu, and never taught her deeper things. Therefore, most of the time, he stayed in the study to understand by relying on song Ningyu's cold and lonely nature.

Although the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are not first-class talents, they are no worse than those ladies.

"I'm not interested in the throne. Why are you so... Persistent." he is already a king. Do you still want to control the situation after his death? Since he pretended not to understand what he said, song Ningyu could only speak frankly.

After this sentence, Wang Zun's face began to turn white and black. He suddenly felt happy in Song Ningyu's eyes. Wang Zun brushed his sleeves and said in a cold voice, "you can't help it! Three days later, the snow emperor will abdicate and the new emperor will ascend the throne!"

Looking at Wang Zun who brushed his sleeves and turned his wheelchair away, song Ningyu's eyes closed slightly and ascended the throne three days later? As long as he is not afraid that she will make the emperor's Island chicken fly and dog jump, just come!

After playing the book called poison doctor, song Ningyu conveniently put it into her sleeve and walked out slowly with Wang Zun's angry figure. Speaking of it, she still had to see her mother. As soon as she stepped out of the imperial Pavilion, a luxurious carriage slowly stopped in front of song Ningyu. The person who was the first dressed in a light blue robe and looked at it under the moonlight, which was very pleasing to the eyes.

"The servant came to welcome the princess back to the palace by the order of his Majesty the snow emperor!"

The carriage was pulled by eight snow-white BMWs. The body was covered with moon yarn. With the wind blowing, the sapphire Zun in the car was smoking a curl of cigarettes, which was the smell of aloes and rosin.

There were dozens of people in front and back of the carriage, carrying lamps and swords. Song Ningyu suddenly felt some aesthetic fatigue looking at the beautiful faces.

There was a bell in all directions of the carriage. Different from Wang Zun, it was a golden bell. It shook and swayed with the wind, making the crisp sound of the clear bell. In the middle of the night, there were people singing gently on the Bank of the river. Their voice was babbling, singing those people and things in the legend of the ages.

No one knows whether it is true or not, but what is sung down is what people admire and yearn for.

Wang Zun's wheelchair slowly pushed out from the back of the carriage and raised his hand to song Ningyu. The fierce spirit that had not spoken a word has been reduced to very little, leaving only the harmony in the eyes. In a relaxed tone, Chao song Ningyu pointed out the actions before Song Ningyu.

Turning the plate finger in his hand, Wang Zun suddenly asked tentatively, "can you misty fazong?"

"What?" song Ningyu raised her head and looked puzzled. She didn't understand it because she didn't know the misty fazong, but because the one in front of her, according to Chunsu, was about to break through the top!