The Third Thousand Two Hundred and Eighty-Four Chapters of the Gods in the Heart: The Princess's Sick Piano Teacher (Thirty-Five)

He Yun quickly began to calculate in his heart.

After Ning Yan's regulations were clearly and logically finished, the Golden Throne Hall fell into a moment of silence.

Ning Xunxiong's face on the dragon chair was gloomy and uncertain, it was wonderful.

The Taiwei quickly came out to control the field, and secondly, several officials in the middle of the court who were ordered by Ranbai did not change their expressions but spoke sharply to advance the conclusion.

At this time, Ning Xunxiong couldn't leave if he wanted to.

Doctor Censor saw the emperor's face and sighed in his heart.

at this point,

The emperor is confused.

It's a battle that should be fought and must be fought, but why can't I figure it out?

Zhao Sheng took a step forward, stood up, and agreed with the point of view of the expedition: "Wei Chen agreed."

Ning Xunxiong was very angry.

Prince Ning Chengjie's face is also not very good-looking. He has always advocated not to go to war, but to advocate peace. Isn't this a slap in the face now? !

Jin Zhong frowned secretly, glanced at the situation in the court, and then looked at the stern figure of the head of the hundred officials, the dark red court uniform, and gritted his teeth.

Princess Xi Zhao.

Sure enough.

The Prime Minister turned his gaze to the open-minded young man again, only one with a clean profile and a cold and chilling expression.

He had always thought that Ning Yanzhi, a prince with a carefree landscape and no intention to govern, really didn't know anything about court affairs.

This matter has been powerless.

There is no way to save it.

this battle,

It's settled.

The war between the two countries, which had been arguing for days without a result, finally ended today, and the result was officially announced.

Needless to say.

After the emperor announced his next court with a sullen face, Baiguan walked out of the Golden Palace.

Ning Yanzhi smiled at Ranbai, then turned to leave and walked directly to the harem.

Mingsi Palace.

As soon as the teenager walked in, he saw a slender and straight girl leaning on the soft couch, completely melted into the halo, and her long eyelashes cast a gentle silhouette, which was incredibly beautiful.

Those white and beautiful fingers were holding embroidery needles, and under her fingertips, they seemed to have become living things, giving life.

The girl is like a poem, every word is gentle.

Generous, reserved and elegant.

Ning Yanzhi curled the corners of his lips.

Um.

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

The teenager changed out of his court clothes, dressed in regular clothes, lazy and reckless. When he first came out, he saw the figure sitting beside the chair: "Mother concubine."

The woman is dressed in exquisite palace clothes, and she is in her thirties, but she looks much younger.

The face is gentle and fair, and the quietness that the eyes have accumulated over the years is even more attractive, and the sitting posture is so correct that there is no single mistake.

She is the master of Mingsi Palace and the biological mother of Ning Yu'an and Ning Yanzhi.

Su Minsi.

Born into a famous noble family, she was a real lady in her youth, but now her etiquette is even better than before.

"Hangzhi, I'm safe."

The woman's voice was as soft as the April wind outside the window, the perfect sunlight in the early morning.

Ning Yu'an put down the unfinished sachet, and bent her almond eyes: "Mother concubine, it's a pity that you missed your brother's appearance in court clothes."

Hearing this, the young man glanced at Ning Yu'an with a half-smile, then sat lazily beside him, with a half-joking tone: "Is it a dream come true?"

"..."

Su Minsi listened to the conversation between the siblings with a smile, and the small smile on the corners of his lips was just the right arc.