Conceited Advisor Princess

"Infatuation is too bitter. It's better to forget both love and hate. In his heart, I'm dead, so why bother his peace." song Ningyu hung her eyes, and she couldn't understand. Since infatuation is bitter, it is love and hate, why love and hate?

Song Ningyu still remembers the day his mother died in the old attic. Until he was buried, he didn't see his father. He even walked around the old attic.

A person's so-called long love is just like this.

Not all the vows given by everyone are true. Some are just jokes.

Some people promise, some people take it seriously, but it becomes a joke.

Some people made a promise, others took it as a joke, but it became true.

If her mother saw the old and decadent Taifu, what kind of state of mind would it be? Just, just song Ning Yu's private heart, never wanted to tell her that person's from now on. That man, I don't deserve it.

He is not worthy of his mother's persistence, her good, her beautiful appearance and the quality of the emperor.

Some people, once you leave her, you will have the whole world. However, once the word "love" is brought into it, everything will become vague and ambiguous. Whether the world or the throne, it is just an empty seat, which can not be long or long.

Those who do not become emperors want to be emperors, while those who become emperors want to be civilians. People will never be satisfied in their own position. Song Ningyu's fingers holding the oil paper umbrella turned white because of too much force. She muttered at the corners of her lips, brewing for a while in her heart, and didn't come up with any suitable words to comfort her mother.

The snow emperor covered his hand. The Osmanthus fragrans in his hand fell to the ground from his hand, stained with mud and dust. In the drizzle, there are still flowers and leaves falling slowly, but it is much more relaxed than the stormy rainy night.

The lonely cold forest shines on the rain in the sky, and the shadow of bamboo branches in the deep palace is Xiaoxiao. When the wind blows and the rain is quiet, the long road is clear and the sun rises.

At the end of the cobblestone road, a stream of water flows slowly. The first ray of sunshine is reflected in the sound of the water. The golden light unique to the sun is folded between the water waves. The wave shadow shakes on the house and becomes billows.

A low sigh came from the side, holding song Ningyu's hand and laughing: "don't think about the past. Go, my mother will take you to dress up. Many people will come to see me today. My son should have the wind of the imperial country. Give them a good deterrent, and they can be shocked in the future!"

"When did you begin to become his majesty, mother?"

"Four years ago." Nalan Xue lowered her eyes, and the two fell into silence. She has been away from Song Ningyu for five years. Since Song Ningyu was 13, up to now, she was still a woman with a gentle voice and a smile. She was soft and gentle, but showed the cool quality of her pride. Everyone praised her. She had the style of a great Fu in those years.

But now, the gentle woman has been bumpy all the way, grinding herself more and more fierce. If she is careless, she will be hurt.

Led by Zhang Ma, she cast a fierce shadow in the palace. When those people looked at Song Ningyu, they also slightly restrained their contempt and disdain. This is a country with strength. If song Ningyu doesn't have half the strength to suppress others, he can only become a puppet and be suppressed.

In other words, she was outside a year later.

The snow emperor lowered his eyes and smiled with some self mockery: "I originally thought that even if I left Taifu's house, with my strength, I could find a safe place in the middle of the mainland, but I was brought back."

She was forced to become the snow emperor. Song Ningyu was surprised. With her mother's soft and weak appearance, it was impossible to escape to any kind of point. The five zuns, Mo Qilin and those one by one were first-class. Her mother didn't dare to kill chickens. How could she get those people?

Song Ningyu followed the snow emperor to the corridor and handed the forty-eight bone purple bamboo oil paper umbrella to Lianqing.

"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. The dike of a thousand miles is destroyed in an ant's nest. Since they dare me to be, what am I afraid of?"

The snow emperor's eyes were moist and murmured, "my son has really grown up. There is only one thing. If you are the emperor, you must marry the emperor on that day."

Song Ningyu raised her eyebrows, flashed a bright color in her eyes, touched her chin and murmured with a smile: "speaking of it, I haven't married yet, mom, who is your appointed emperor husband?"

For song Ningyu's sudden change, the snow emperor was surprised. Looking at Song Ningyu's meaningful smile, the snow emperor slowly put down his gripping heart, and the delicate eyes began to flow with light: "the only heir of the Mohe emperor family, he is also the adoptive son of the king. If you marry him, the Mohe emperor family and Huangdao are even a real family."

"I'll meet him first sometime!" song Ningyu's eyes were radiant, and his exquisite face was smiling for fear of chaos. A row of palace maids following song Ningyu kept their heads as low as possible. Everyone has the right not to hear those words just now!

Song Ningyu looked up and saw that there were clouds around the easternmost mountain top, and a magnificent palace hidden on it. Last night, he could only see some light. Song Ningyu didn't care much. He would stand here and look up, and the palace became more and more obvious.

She remembered that when she came yesterday, there was a jade step like a white dragon. It tore a long jade path from the dense forest and went straight into the clouds. It was more arrogant and cold than the palace.

"Where is that?"

The snow emperor raised his eyes and looked: "although the temple of Huangdao does not have much real power, its words and deeds have a great impact. Among the people of Huangdao, the temple is also known as the heavenly palace."

Looking at it, it really looks like a heavenly palace. In front of it, several lark birds pass through the sky where the dark clouds are gradually dispersing. Seeing song Ningyu's flying figure, they stop, flutter their wings towards song Ningyu, turn around and fly out towards the sky. Song Ningyu slowly stretches out his hand. A lark comes straight from the sky and flies to song Ningyu's hand.

Stretch out the red mouth and peck song Ningyu's hand. Song Ningyu's eyes flash slightly. She has been looking for the star smile! It's on Huangdao! No wonder she has been missing. Yesterday she met the lark kept by Wang Zun in Ziyang Pavilion, so she remembered the task and tried to communicate a few words. Unexpectedly, the effect was so obvious!

Raised his hand, the lark fluttered its wings and flew into the gradually sunny sky. The blue sky was somewhat similar to the sea, just like washed, with the comfortable warmth of the sun.

The sunlight leaked from the woods on both sides of the corridor and folded on the ground to form a mottled golden light. The birds in the forest poked their heads out of their nests and looked at Song Ningyu curiously.

The snow emperor took song Ningyu and smiled: "go with me to change clothes!"

The so-called dressing room was dazzled by song Ningyu. It was an attic like an eight tone box. There were organs in the attic, which was divided into three floors. In each floor, there was a circle that could move up and down, and countless crosses were placed on the circle to support clothes.