Conceited Advisor Princess

"I don't know yet." he smiled at the corners of his lips. It seemed that the whole sky was contained in his eyes. Song Ningyu saw the bright starlight inside.

Song Ningyu looked at his dark black hair. She corrected her pain when she thought that his hair would be as white as snow in the future. She stretched out her hand and gently stroked the hair hanging from behind. She sighed: "master, your black hair is really beautiful."

He lowered his eyes and smiled, pushed her wheelchair and walked along the silent long road. The wheels found a clear sound. The sound echoed for a long time in such a silent night. Song Ningyu fell asleep while sitting in the wheelchair. The moonlight reflected on her familiar sleeping face. Xuanyuan shook his head reluctantly, and took off her shoes gently and took medicine for her.

How much perseverance does it take for a girl to climb such a long and far ladder? Is this his doom?

Song Ningyu slept soundly. She didn't wake up because of the man's action. It was about because of the trust in her heart, so she became not afraid at all.

He stood beside her bed and stood quietly for a long time. He didn't come back until the Dharma protector outside the Zhongtian house called him on the moon, and walked out quietly.

The sun is three poles high. Now she is the princess of the Royal Highness, and few people dare to come up early to wake her up.

Outside, the grass grows and the Orioles fly, and the butterflies are in pairs. Song Ningyu sits at the window holding a small face and sighs. It's a good time of spring again!

Outside the window is a vast sea, and below is a wanzhang cliff. Song Ningyu is actually afraid to lean against this window, but there is someone behind him, so song Ningyu has the courage to lean here.

A gentle force pulled her back. He frowned slightly and reminded: "don't lean like this in the future. Once several maid fell from here, and the bones are hard to find."

Song Ningyu only felt a chill rising from her back. She turned her head and looked at him brightly: "master, if I fell, would you save me?"

He glanced at the cliff and seemed to be weighing the probability that if she really fell down, he could save her back. After a half ring of silence, he still didn't answer. He just said, "if you will fall down, but whether you will save it or not, being a teacher won't guarantee."

"Shifu, is it fun to be an emperor?" song Ningyu sat in a chair and asked this involuntarily. Even she was stunned. She suddenly regretted, but she couldn't keep her mouth shut, as if she should say such a thing now.

"Play?" he frowned slightly, and a trace of displeasure flashed on his face like Guanyu.

"I don't want to be an emperor at all. I can't play in the future. I have to be bound by so many rules. It's not good at all. Master, I'll follow you in the future. Isn't it good? I'll follow you when you eat, and I'll follow you when you drink porridge."

Xuanyuan Chunsu looked at Song Ning with a strong smile and said in a warm voice, "I'm a vegetarian."

"Then i... forget it, I still like meat." song Ningyu stood up. She held Xuanyuan Chunsu's outstretched hand tightly and moved forward step by step.

Song Ningyu looked a little nervous. Xuanyuan Chunsu stood beside her and comforted softly: "the wound has healed. It's OK to walk."

Song Ningyu clasped his arm, pursed his lips, bit his teeth and moved slowly towards the front. She was very careful at every step.

Xuanyuan Chunsu accompanied her around the corridor for most of the day. Song Ningyu didn't leave until song Ningyu fully adapted to it. A maid took the dress of the dust washing ceremony and taught her some etiquette. Song Ningyu was sleepy. It was the next day. Why did Xuanyuan Chunsu disappear? Song Ningyu was very strange, so she planned to find him.

She found him on the roof of the ninth floor of the star watching building after seven turns and eight turns. His hair became a little gray. He sat in the gossip array and his eyebrows were frowned. The Dharma protector shook his head at Song Ningyu and motioned her not to speak. Song Ningyu looked inside. Song Ningyu was a little frightened by his gray hair.

This hair color coincides with that dream.

She can't tell what is a dream from what is reality.

"What's the matter with him? How could this happen? That hair..."

"The priest is doing astrology. Your highness, please come back."

Song Ningyu looked up at the stars in the sky and looked down slightly. Well, there are many stars here. The stars can be picked by hand. About this artistic conception today.

She stood at the door and hesitated to look inside. She didn't dare to disturb him. She had to stretch her neck across a door and look at the scene inside. She probably noticed that someone was looking at him, so he returned to his mind. He raised his eyes and looked at Song Ningyu, with some slight worries in his eyes.

He stood up, and the eight trigrams shaped fire around him was put out with a loud puff. Song Ningyu looked at him with some worry, for fear that something terrible would happen if he made a mistake.

He stood in front of song Ningyu, quietly looked at her, and suddenly burst out a smile that was like a magnolia. With fatigue in his eyes, he said to song Ningyu, "what your highness thinks and the road your highness chooses may be right."

Song Ningyu asked cautiously, "master, did you occupy something?" what was the way she chose? She just doesn't want to be an emperor.

He threw a mysterious look at Song Ningyu and said with a light smile, "the secret of heaven must not be revealed."

Song Ningyu skimmed her lips.

The ceremony of washing the dust came quickly. Song Ningyu stood on the banquet in gorgeous clothes. The whole person was particularly cautious. She was not used to such an occasion! Those people's eyes and false smiles made her feel particularly uncomfortable, so his highness secretly fled the party.

The sound of silk, bamboo, rites and music is getting farther and farther away from Song Ningyu. She lifted her skirt and walked on the corridor with a smile. Song Ningyu is the most restless. She saw a bird's nest on a big magnolia tree and was filled with boiling. Song Ningyu took off her robe and climbed up. Song Ningyu's speed is very fast, and her quick action is an old hand.

There was a young man standing in a remote and quiet corner. A trace of interest flashed in his rebellious eyes. The childe of Huangdao... Was very interesting.

Song Ningyu sat on the tree and looked at the bird's nest carefully. There was nothing in the nest. Song Ningyu was a little discouraged and glanced away.

"Your Highness, can you tell me what you are doing?" a cool voice came from below. Song Ningyu looked stiff. She lowered her head and looked at it with some uneasiness. She saw Xuanyuan Chunsu standing on the corridor five steps away from Song Ningyu's tree, with an uncertain star in her eyes, The gaudy moon brocade and plain white robe were tattooed with silver magnolias.