Conceited Advisor Princess

In the breeze, the warm sunshine fell on song Ningyu. Soon, the cold on her body was evaporated. The door slowly opened. Song Ningyu didn't sleep well. She fiercely opened her eyes and stood up in embarrassment. Then she thought that the pair of shoes that were not comfortable at all were thrown into the sea in a rage.

Song Ningyu looked awkwardly at Xuanyuan Chunsu, who looked like a young man with bright and white clothes in front of him. He pursed his lips and blinked a pair of innocent eyes. Nuo said, "I... I have asked my Lord, and she asked me to come here to serve the priest."

Her feet were stained with blood. Every step on the white ground would be stained with a mark. The person in front of her suddenly turned around and picked up her small body. Song Ningyu looked at him in surprise. He had an extremely shallow fragrance. It was not as good as those martial arts practitioners who were full of strong masculinity. His breath was mild and clean, Like melting snow.

"I... Can go by myself." she leaned in his arms, her heart beating a little abnormal.

There was a gentle smile in his eyes: "it doesn't hurt."

He took song Ningyu back to his palace and asked the accompanying palace people to wait on her to take a bath. When she was dressed, he brought medicine and put it on her feet. He said softly, "don't do this in the future."

"Ah?" song Ningyu looked at Xuanyuan Chunsu suspiciously, and his eyes were at a loss. How was she? She's not much.

"The Jade Terrace is too dangerous. It's drizzling and slippery. You can enter the mechanism Pavilion and take the mechanism there." this is the exclusive right of officials and royal families. He didn't say the last sentence. He felt that the one in front of him should understand it.

Song Ningyu sat on the chair. She looked at Xuanyuan with some uneasiness. Chunsu murmured at the corners of her lips. A pair of bright eyes stared at him without blinking. Tut Tut's face was really beautiful. The temperament all over her was really pleasing to the eyes.

He looks so beautiful and is still a high priest. Song Ningyu's eyes are shining with worship.

He raised his head and said to song Ning in a soft voice, "you will be my personal maid in the future."

So, she established song Ningyu's position here. Her feet are not good yet, so she doesn't have to do anything else. The main thing is to let song Ningyu copy some strange books. Song Ningyu has to look up and have a look at the person who can wake her up in her dream. It's nice to be around.

Such a sense of reality made song Ningyu feel that this is the reality. All the previous things were just a dream. She thought, maybe she can make everything different. For example, those who regret too late and those who are guilty may become different.

Song Ningyu lowered her eyes and pulled out the Langhao jade pen with her fingertips. Two drops of ink fell on the plain white rice paper. Song Ningyu was glad that her handwriting could still enter the eyes.

Also, with song Taifu as her father, her writing skills will not be much lower.

Sitting in a wheelchair, she began to draw Xuanyuan Chunsu's portrait when she was idle. Her furtive painting was hiding teasing, like a treasure. Song Ningyu's pen in her tight handshake was very nervous and her face was red.

A hand stretched out and touched her forehead. The peerless high priest looked at her suspiciously: "no fever, how can you blush like this?"

Song Ningyu clapped his hand and threw himself on the table, frowning: "my feet hurt."

He squatted down and looked at Song Ningyu's outstretched foot. The foot was as white as jade. He was stunned. In this gap, she pulled the portrait, folded it, and stuffed it into her skirt to hide it.

"Just wipe the medicine twice more." he stood up and didn't find song Ningyu's little action. His action was as gentle as ever.

Song Ningyu smiled at him with a guilty heart and held up the results of a busy day in his hand: "I copied it, master, see if you can see it."

The high priest bowed his head, looked at it carefully, nodded and gave two words: "good."

Song Ningyu's heart almost flew to the sky. Her heart rippled.

He looked carefully at the song, and said, "after three days, the emperor of the Huangdao entertained all the royal families in the whole world to witness the royal highness of the Royal Highness.

"Ah?" song Ningyu looked blankly at the people who walked out quickly. He was surprised. What's the gift of washing the dust? She doesn't know. Is there a baptism?

She turned the wheelchair and was not familiar with her movements, so a wheelchair ran to the other direction in her hand. Song Ningyu followed him and shouted anxiously: "master, what dust washing gift... Ouch."

With a bang, song Ningyu pulled back the thoughts of the people who walked forward. Song Ningyu sat on the ground with grievances in his eyes. He glanced at the people who walked back with big steps and asked in a waxy voice: "master, why should we hold the dust washing ceremony?"

He helplessly straightened the wheelchair, bent over and picked her up and gently put her back into the big wheelchair. His voice was as gentle as jade: "I don't know."

Song Ning Yu lowered her eyes. She scratched her wheelchair and asked Xuanyuan Chunsu uneasily, "then... Who's coming?"

Song Ningyu thought that the royal family at that time did not seem to include Gong Zilin?

"The royal family, emperors, princes or favored ministers." he explained roughly, pushing song Ningyu's wheelchair through the forest with magnolias in full bloom. Song Ningyu raised her eyes and looked at the sky above her. The setting sun spread like a raging sun, skimmed her lips and corners. What dust washing ceremony, she didn't want to go.

"You go back and prepare for the dust washing ceremony." he stood beside the wheelchair and looked at the setting sun in the distance, which was the same as the sea and sky. Song Ningyu saw a blue sun at the moment when the sun sank. She was suspicious. When she looked again, the blue had receded. Song Ningyu blinked, a little surprised.

"Master, why should I go back and prepare?" song Ningyu blinked, and there were some innocent people in those eyes.

He lowered his eyes, looked at Song Ning Yu's delicate face, and said with a warm smile: "Your Highness, this is a dust washing ceremony for you. How can you not go?"

She lowered her eyes, her face was slightly red, and the whole person became a little uneasy and poked her hand: "you found it? Master, I'm not going to lie to you. I'm afraid if I tell the truth, you don't want me."

She took out her handkerchief and pulled it. The fine silk handkerchief almost changed shape in her hand.

A gentle big hand stretched out. He took away song Ningyu's handkerchief. Wen said with a slight smile: "the teacher's attitude towards a person is not about what kind of identity he is, but because of what kind of person she is."

Song Ningyu raised her head, and a pair of bright eyes on her delicate face flashed slightly.