Love Scourge Nirvana Robbery: A Thousand Lives of Love

Mei Fei asked Xiang ninglan, "does Lan'er want to learn this song?"

"My ministers like this song 'Gong Yan', but they don't want to learn it."

"Why?" like but can't learn? Why?

"This song is not suitable for my son," Ning Lan said arbitrarily.

inappropriate? Mei Fei asked with an unknown smile, "Oh, what's the meaning of this?"

"This song is very beautiful. The beauty lies in four words: joy, sadness, cold and love, which will make people waste their desire." facing Ning Lan's words, Mei Fei was dumbfounded on the spot.

After half a ring, Mei Fei lifted her lips and said very seriously, "Lan'er, do you know that you are really a child that people love and fear."

"Why?" Ning Lan asked with a puzzled look at Mei Fei's complex expression.

"You are too wise. You have a delicate heart, which makes people unable to dodge. Therefore, when people want to get close, they feel timid, so that they are deterred. If Lan'er is a man, it's great." Ning Lan listened to Mei Fei so quietly for the first time.

"Lan'er, do you know that if a woman is too strong, men will be deterred?"

Ning Lan asked in a puzzled way, "Princess Mei, is it wrong to be strong?"

"Being strong is not a mistake, but if women are too strong, they will lose more."

"My son doesn't understand." Ning Lan pouted her mouth, hung her eyelashes and replied faintly.

"In the future, you may understand."

Ning Lan was about to speak when he caught a glimpse of a picture hanging on the wall of the inner room, a picture that Ning Lan was familiar with. The woman in the painting is even more charming. She looked back and smiled with endless love, hate, love and sorrow! Those who let me see it will feel pain. This painting is the one that frightened the Empress Dowager yesterday. The woman in this painting is either someone else or Ning Lan's nurse, Mrs. Jiao he.

"This painting was originally made by Empress Mei Fei." Ning Lan looked at the portrait and her eyes were full of love and tenderness.

"The painting is beautiful. It has a story, isn't it?" Mei Fei said faintly, staring at Ning Lan's face.

Ning Lan turned to look at the empress Mei Fei in front of her and said with a faint smile, "yes. It has a very sad and beautiful story. The story has passed."

"Is that true?" Mei Fei asked suspiciously. Ning Lan nodded sincerely in the face of Mei Fei's query.