He Yun began to think about it quickly in his heart.

After the logic of Ningfu's regulations was clearly stated, the Golden Palace fell into a moment of silence.

Ning Xunxiong's face on the dragon throne was gloomy and gloomy.

The Taiwei quickly came out to control the field. Secondly, several officials in the court who were ordered by Ranbai did not look moved but spoke sharply to advance the conclusion.

At this time, Ning Xunxiong couldn't even leave.

The Censor observed the emperor's face and sighed in his heart.

It's over here,

The emperor is confused.

Why can’t I figure out the battle that I should fight even if I should fight?

Zhao Sheng took a step forward, stood up, and agreed with the view of the war: "I agree."

Ning Xunxiong was very angry.

Prince Ning Chengjie's face was not very good either. He had always advocated not to start a war or advocated peace. Isn't this just a slap in the face now?!

Jin Zhong frowned secretly, looked at the situation in the court, then looked at the sharp and captivating figure of the head of the officials, the dark red court uniform, and bit his teeth.

Princess Xizhao.

It's true that it's well-known.

The prime minister's eyes turned to the open and unrestrained young man again, with only one side face, clear lines and a cold and solemn expression.

He always thought that Ning Yuzhi, a prince who was free and unintentional to power, really knew nothing about the court, but he didn't expect that he was a big mistake now!

This matter is powerless to turn things around.

No matter how hard you save it, it will not work.

This battle,

Decided.

The war between the two countries, which had been arguing in the court for several days, finally came to an end today and the result was officially announced.

There is no doubt.

After the emperor announced his resignation with a dark face, all officials walked out of the Golden Palace.

Ning Duzhi smiled at Ran Bai, then turned around and left, and walked straight to the harem.

Mingsi Palace.

As soon as the boy walked in, he saw the girl leaning against the soft couch, leaning on the slender and straight body, completely blending into the halo, and the long eyelashes cast a gentle silhouette, which was incredible.

The pair of fair and beautiful white fingers held the embroidery needle, and under her fingertips, it seemed to have become a living thing, giving life to her.

Girls are like poems, every word is gentle.

Lush and generous, reserved and elegant.

Ning Yuzhi curled the corners of his lips.

Um.

This is Ning Yu'an of his family, his own sister.

The boy changed into court clothes, wearing regular clothes, lazy and unrestrained. When he first came out, he happened to see the figure sitting next to the chair: "Mother's wife."

Women wear exquisite and exquisite palace outfits, in their thirties, but they look much younger.

The face is gentle and fair, and the calmness that the eyes have been accumulated over the years is even more attractive, and the sitting posture is so straight that it cannot be made in any mistake.

She is the owner of Mingsi Palace and the biological mother of Ning Yu'an and Ning Yuzhi.

Su Yansi.

He was born into a noble family and was a real lady from a noble family when he was young. Now he is more etiquette and cultivation in the past.

"Shad it, I will be safe."

The woman's voice is soft like the April wind outside the window, and the sunshine is just right in the morning.

Ning Yu'an put down the sachet that had not been embroidered yet and bent his almond eyes: "Mother, you missed the way you looked like you were wearing a court uniform, it's a pity."

When the boy heard this, he looked at Ning Yuan with a smile, sat lazily beside him, and said in a half-joking tone: "Can it make people dream about it?"

“…”

Su Yansi smiled and listened to the conversation between the brother and sister, and the smile on the corners of her lips was just right.

"Princess Xizhao sent someone to deliver the crystal cake, you can try it."

Ning Yuzhi looked at Ning Yu'an.

Ning Yu'an blinked.

The sun is bright outside the window, and the fragrance of pear blossoms is like the breeze. The breeze rolls up a white pear blossom petals and flutters in the air.

…

It's night,

Dream of life.

Ranbai has come many times, and every time it is because of Jinyao and Laoyao are very familiar with it. Whenever the princess is, she smiles the brightest, as if she can bloom a flower.

After all, Jin Yao's temperament would not refuse to see guests, and he was so close to the princess. Climbing up to the high branch only benefits but no harm for them. Of course, Lao Chou was happy.

Looking at the lazy and sharp figure in red, the crow said diligently: "Your Highness, you are here, I'll tell you the young master now."

"No." Ranbai refused lightly and walked forward, "This palace is looking for him directly, no need to inform him."

Lao Ya was very sensible, nodded and stepped back.

When Ranbai pushed the door open, the first thing he heard was the melodious sound of the piano, which was clear and refreshing.

She raised her eyebrows without disturbing her. She naturally sat on the pear blossom and wooden chair, listening quietly to the sound of the guqin, and her eyes fell calmly on the young guqin master with snow-clothed ink and beautiful scenery.

The end of the piano music.

Jin Yao paused for a moment, bent his cold and beautiful pupils to the princess, "Your Highness."

Ranbai nodded slightly and watched the boy come over. She lowered her eyes and gently tapped the table with her fingertips. A painting was placed on the table, which she had just brought over. The princess said indifferently: "I'll give you something."

The boy's long eyelashes drooped slightly, his gaze fell down, and his slender and fair fingers held the painting and spread it out with his fingertips.

It is the pear blossoms on a moonlit night, with a distant and elegant artistic conception.

"Thank you, Your Highness." The young man curled up the corners of his thin lips. His faint smile seemed to be like the rippling moment of the deep pool. He put down the painting with cherished eyes, supported the table with one hand and kissed the princess' lips. The kiss was gentle and affectionate, and the voice that overflowed from the twists and turns of his lips and teeth was slightly blurred: "I like it very much."

The magnified and beautiful face in front of him was reflected in his sight. Ranbai looked at the young piano player, nodded, and hooked his fingertips to the young man's collar and kissed him on his own initiative.

That was Li Yuenian.

Painting is a good painting, so it should naturally be given to those who know how to draw and cherish painting.

Especially Jinyao has always loved pear blossoms.

No more or less, just right.

"Young Master." After a long time, the princess said carelessly: "You are from this palace, and you are naturally from the princess's mansion."

She underestimated: "There is no need to go back to this dream in the future."

The young zither murmured in a low voice, looking incredible: "Jinyao is decided by the princess."

Jinyao is yours in this life.

so.

Don't want me.

"Your Highness, do you want to listen to the opera?" The young man's white clothes were like clouds, gently pressing against the princess's lingering kiss, and when he stood up, his lips were shimmering, as if he was misty with rose juice. The sound of falling down was clear and hoarse, but even more bewitching.

That was the last time Ran Bai brought Jin Yao out of the Prime Minister's Mansion to visit the theater at night. In fact, it was just a small matter. Ran Bai didn't take it to heart, and he didn't expect Jin Yao to remember it.

The princess didn't refuse, just said yes.

Jin Yao's eyebrows and eyes were slightly bent: "Then I'll sing for Your Highness."

He can sing operas, but no one has ever known.

Because he never sings opera in front of others.

The end of the play is his own world.

The princess is the only one, and the exception is the exception.
Chapter completed!