Conceited Advisor Princess

Princess Zhan hurried forward to hold the Empress Dowager. The remaining light from the corner of her eyes swept song Ningyu, who leaned against the window lattice. She looked indifferent, as if nothing had happened.

The imperial concubine looked at the Empress Dowager in a daze. Her eyes flashed slightly. She also came forward and held her hand. She hurriedly said, "empress dowager, where do you feel uncomfortable? Let the imperial doctor come?"

Seeing that the Empress Dowager left and right let the two concubines hold him out, his face was not as white as before. Ouyang Huo's eyes fell on song Ningyu thoughtfully, slightly wringing his eyebrows. Song Ningyu must have found something.

Seeing the Empress Dowager leave, Ouyang Huo looked at the destroyed wall. The left and right ends were as good as an axe.

"It's good if the wall is destroyed. Change it here. I feel bored every time."

Song Ningyu sat on the imperial concubine's couch and trimmed her hair in July. In the autumn wind, she raised her long hair. Will Ouyang fire really send song Ningyu away three days later?

After song Ningyu's uproar, no one in the palace dared to step into the glazed hall at random. Even the maid eunuch was in great spirit when she passed by, for fear that she might accidentally give her results. Song Ningyu was also happy. The sun moved down, and the damaged house was still intact under the repair of a group of people. When she opened the door, she saw the yellow leaves rising in the wind.

The Wutong leaves of a courtyard dance with the biggest chestnut leaf in the middle, bringing a slight depression in the originally prosperous palace. The fruit of the chestnut is still here, otherwise it will become a waste land.

"Young lady, it's best to take them off and eat them stuffy at this time." song Ningyu didn't want to eat any chestnuts, but wanted to make some noise in the palace. Unexpectedly, there was no one in the whole noble palace, except the arrogant imperial concubine.

It's not that they can't take it out, but that they are not at the same level. What do they take to fight? You can see the outcome at a glance. Who would foolishly send himself to the door and let song Ning toss?

Song Ningyu is still chained. How can he escape?

At dusk, Ouyang Huo came over for dinner and hurried to the imperial study. It seems that the problem this time is really big. She doesn't care whether Ouyang Huo is busy or not. Sitting on the spacious dragon bed, song Ningyu doesn't even bother to take off her shoes. She sits on the bed with a brush in her hand drawing messy things in July.

Leaves and flowers dye the luxurious dragon bed with thick ink.

July stretched out his arm and smiled at Song Ningyu. He said, "Miss, this is the emperor's Dragon bed. Do you think the wind will envy me if I tell the wind about it?"

Song Ningyu was stunned with his ink pen and looked sideways at July. He suddenly felt that the two people were so childish. As soon as he threw the brush, song Ningyu raised the hairpin in his hand and pulled down a thick book on the top of the high Pavilion of the nearby study. The book slammed on the table and raised a thick layer of ash. What?

Look at the thickness of the dust. No one has seen it for a long time.

July rubbed against song Ningyu's side, stretched his neck and looked at it. Suddenly, he blushed, pulled song Ningyu's sleeve, frowned and said, "Miss, this is a forbidden book in the palace. I've read one before. Ah, I mean, I saw it inadvertently. I was just curious for a moment. I definitely didn't mean to read it..."

The girl on one side explained nervously. She was afraid that song Ningyu misunderstood. However, she didn't think that the more she explained, the more she couldn't explain clearly. With a drooping face, she stretched out to look at the book in Song Ningyu's hand, touched her chin, shook her head and said, "isn't this man much, much worse than the one I read before."

"... July."

"Ah? Miss, I, I mean to say this..." after a long time, song Ningyu didn't say a complete word. With a smile in the corners of her eyes, she got up and threw the book in her hand to July.

"Don't do this. Go and pass this book to Gong Zilin." this book is not just a forbidden book. There are different things in it.

In July, a pretty face turned red, pointed to herself and the book, and asked song Ningyu suspiciously, "is my uncle dissatisfied, miss? Ouch, miss, don't knock me." song Ningyu knocked on her forehead angrily. She couldn't cry or laugh. Why are you thinking about the cross?

"Where are so many words? You send it out of the city and hand it over to the listening wind building. Naturally, someone in the listening wind building will hand it over."

"Oh." July felt that since she followed the young lady, she had become stupid again. Where was the original July? He hid the book and went out. Shuanghe blocked in front of July. His eyes fell on July's stomach and frowned slightly.

"July girl, you can't take out the things in the palace."

July flushed with anger, pointed to Shuanghe and shouted, "what are the things in the imperial palace? My miss is the queen of Tang country. Will she be short of things? Miss Ben wants to go to the toilet, but you can't follow?"

"Then you can only search yourself. Search." Shuanghe stood in front of her with a smiling face and a smile. He looked like a business. In July, he grabbed Shuanghe's hand angrily and said, "this girl has not only a stomach but also a chest. Do you want to touch it to see if it's true or false?"

It hasn't been touched yet. In July, he grabbed Shuanghe's hand and put it on his chest and shouted at Song Ningyu, "Miss, help! This old thing is going to insult me! Miss, come on, this shameless insult to me! I'm going to kill him!"

With a roar, everyone's eyes fell on the slightly withered hand in front of the majestic chest in July, and everyone's eyes also fell on the chest.

Boom! With a loud explosion, a chair was thrown straight out of the door and shouted, "get in here."

Everyone turned their attention to father-in-law Shuanghe with a dark face, deeply sympathized, father-in-law, and walked well all the way.

Song Ningyu was so angry that he threw a chair out to save face. If he didn't give face, Shuanghe probably wouldn't be breathing now.

Shuanghe's hand is still there, so scared that his soul is almost flying. Where is the energy to take care of whether there is really meat in his chest? When I let go in July, I climbed into the glazed palace. July hummed coldly, turned and ran out of the glazed palace.

Shuanghe swept his eyes, wiped the sweat on his face, and knelt in front of song Ningyu. Song Ningyu was shaving her nails with a Sharp Machete in one hand, and the twilight was rolling on her head and flowing like a fire.

"Well... I'm wronged! I'm a cripple. How can I touch Miss July? The girl is your man. Even if I give you a hundred courage, I don't dare."

Song Ningyu shaved her nails slightly. Shuanghe, who was kneeling on the ground, was so scared that she broke into a cold sweat. Even the Empress Dowager had no way to take her. What can they do as slaves?