[Quick wear] The sticky essence of the blackened male supporting role

Luo Ning satirized in her heart, if it wasn't for what the third prince did was exposed, how could Emperor Cheng Ming think of him.

Before returning to Ninghua Hall, Luo Ning was taken to Emperor Cheng Ming's bedroom first. When he saw him, Emperor Cheng Ming walked over quickly, with an agitated expression, and reached out to touch Luo Ning's face, "Ning'er, You've grown taller."

Luo Ning frowned, her cheeks turned sideways, and there was a subtle repulsion. Emperor Cheng Ming didn't notice it, bent down, and asked, "Why is Ning'er not called Father Emperor, are you still blaming me?"

Luo Ning shook her head, and it took a long time before she called out, her tone a little alienated.

Emperor Cheng Ming smiled helplessly, "Don't blame the father, the father didn't do it on purpose, and he did something wrong because he was deceived by others."

"You and your mother and concubine have been wronged. In the future, the emperor will treat you twice as well, and let you forget the life in the cold palace and become the most honorable prince."

"Father doesn't have your concubine mother anymore, now I have to take good care of you, whatever you want, father will promise you."

Luo Ning was not moved by his sensationalism, and was still very disgusted. At first, he wanted to make people die, but now he is pretending to be affectionate, and it is nothing more than being moved by himself.

But he had just left the cold palace, and on the surface he couldn't disobey Emperor Ming. He hid the emotion in his eyes and asked softly, "Father, can I continue to be served by Pei Ling? I'm not used to other people."

For such a small request, Emperor Cheng Ming immediately agreed. He was feeling guilty at the moment, as long as Luo Ning's words were not too much, he would respond very simply, and then he gave orders.

"Stay and have dinner with me tonight, I asked the imperial chef to make your favorite food."

The Ninghua Palace, which had been deserted for a long time, took on a new look once again, and a steady stream of palace people were transferred to Ninghua Palace. Every plant, tree, gazebo, flower garden, and interior decoration were all restored to their previous appearance, even more luxurious.

The rare treasures that have been rewarded all the time, silk and satin were sent to Ninghua Palace.

Everyone knows that the Seventh Prince has regained his Sacred Heart. Today's Seventh Prince is more valued than before, and his glory is boundless.

Luo Ning couldn't wait to return to the hall. When she saw the figure under the long corridor, her eyes lit up like stars. She ran over quickly and hugged Pei Ling's waist, "Brother!"

Pei Ling smiled and rubbed Luo Ning's hair, "I have been waiting for Your Highness for a long time."

Luo Ning cuddled his hand and rubbed it against Pei Ling's side, reluctant to part at all, her heart was sour and joy mixed, and her suppressed thoughts burst out, "I miss my brother."

Pei Ling stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around him, "From now on, this servant will always be by His Highness's side."

He also only has His Royal Highness.

"His Royal Highness is back, just in time to take a bath to wash off the filth and bad luck on his body. Hot water has been prepared in the hall to relieve fatigue and sleep peacefully."

Luo Ning held Pei Ling's hand, and when walking towards the side hall, looking at the slightly shaking lanterns, he felt that things were different, and he became much quieter. He squeezed Pei Ling's hand tightly.

Pei Ling put the soft underwear beside him, added some nourishing medicinal herbs into the hot water, and wanted to go forward to untie Luo Ning's collar, but Luo Ning held down his hand embarrassedly, "Brother, I'm scared Years old."

Pei Ling paused with his fingertips, and there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes, as if he had missed the growth of his own child. In half a year, the little prince was no longer fat and milky. He was happy that the little prince had grown up, but he couldn't help feeling disappointed.

Luo Ning washed it comfortably, her wet hair was covered, and she said coquettishly as before: "Brother, wipe my hair, it's not uncomfortable at all when it's wet."

Pei Ling's dejected eyes suddenly lit up again. He lightened his movements, wrapped the handkerchief around Luo Ning's hair, wiped it dry gently, and let the little prince lie on his lap, massaging various acupuncture points with his fingertips.

Luo Ning buried his face in Pei Ling's lower abdomen, felt the gentle force, relaxed his mind and body, and yawned lazily, his eyelashes were stained with moisture, he was a little sleepy.

Pei Ling carried him across the bed and lit the soothing incense. Seeing Luo Ning's round eyes looking at him, he sat beside Luo Ning's bed and said affectionately, "I will guard Your Highness."

Luo Ning intertwined her fingers with him, and moved her fingertips, motioning Pei Ling to lie down beside her.

Pei Ling laughed, "Your Highness, this is against the rules."

Luo Ning said softly, "There are no rules between us."

Pei Ling's heart softened, his brows and eyes softened, he closed the bed curtain, and rested beside Luo Ning, he could smell a faint fragrance from the tip of his nose, his small body rolled and shrank into his arms.

Pei Ling's heart was full instantly, he hugged Luo Ning, put his chin on Luo Ning's head, and patted Luo Ning's back.

The moonlight pouring down by the window was as light as water, and the candles in the hall burned quietly.

Luo Ning was kept in the small courtyard of the cold palace for too long, and now that she was free again, she couldn't help but go out for a walk.

It is still chilly at this time, and the cold wind blows when you go out, but the royal family always has various ways to maintain their beauty. Looking around, I feel very rare.

She was in a good mood at first, but when she bumped into Luo Ting, Luo Ning's smiling face disappeared instantly. Perhaps in the eyes of others, the death of Concubine Lan Gui was done by the third prince, but she was instructed by Concubine Zhang Shu.

But Luo Ning knew very well that the protagonist Shou was scheming even at a young age, and in the end all the guilt was borne by Concubine Zhang Shu, and Luo Ting had nothing to do with it.

Luo Ting also saw Luo Ning, his face was gloomy, he thought that Luo Ning had suffered a great crime in the cold palace, so he should shrink back, it was extremely ugly.

Unexpectedly, he was as white as jade and full of energy. On the contrary, it was himself, because of his injury, his complexion was extremely ugly, and Luo Ting suddenly became upset.

He greeted him with a half-smile, "Congratulations to the Seventh Brother on getting out of the limbo."

Luo Ning didn't even want to make a superficial effort, didn't make a sound, didn't look at Luo Ting, and just passed by.

Luo Ting looked at the backs of Luo Ning and Pei Ling, coughed, and resentment flashed in his eyes, why couldn't he be more ruthless, so that Luo Ning still had a chance to stand up, even the dog Pei Ling was safe.

Why did Luo Ning enter the cold palace, Pei Ling didn't betray him, but betrayed him lightly, Luo Ning was so lucky, Luo Ting was bleeding with hatred, and his brain began to ache.

Obviously he was going smoothly in the dream, and the things in the dream overlapped with the reality, why did the reality suddenly change.

What kind of intuition does Luo Ting have out of control? If this continues, can he still sit on the throne?

All the changes must be because of Luo Ning, this stumbling block must be added to him!

Luo Ting couldn't help but stop Luo Ning directly, "Stop! Brother Seventh Emperor, are you joking at me?"

"The Seventh Brother is favored now, but the days to come are still long, don't be too complacent."

Luo Ning sneered, "Brother Huang's complexion is not good, he seems to be sick."

"That's right, if you do something wrong, you should have sores on the top of your head, pus on the soles of your feet, and no cure for medicine."

Luo Ting was so angry that his head exploded, "What did you say?! How dare you curse me?"

Luo Ning was not interested in talking to him anymore, so she took Pei Ling's hand and left Luo Ting with a back view.

Luo Ting bit his lips to bleed, and when he returned to his dormitory, he burst into flames, everything was overturned on the ground, his expression was ferocious, so that the palace people dared not speak out, and knelt on the ground cautiously.

Luo Ting closed his eyes. He wanted to kill Luo Ning, but he could only watch Luo Ning continue to dance in front of his eyes. Now that his father was favoring him, it was even more difficult to solve this stumbling block.

Luo Ting was really uneasy, so he found an opportunity to leave the palace and went straight to the National Teacher's Mansion. The National Teacher hadn't left the retreat, but he couldn't wait any longer.

Hastily asked someone to communicate, and went in smoothly.

The national teacher poured him a cup of tea, looked at Luo Ting's eyebrows, and frowned in confusion.

Luo Ting hurriedly asked: "Sir, what's the matter? Can you deduce anything?"

"Everything is not going well in this palace today, and I am so flustered that I will take the liberty to come here to bother you sir."

"Please sir explain to me."

The national teacher continued to calculate, and his expression became more serious. He had long guessed that the third prince was born with a dragon spirit, so he wanted to befriend him. But now, after doing the calculations, the third prince's fate seems to have changed, and his aura of nobility is weakening.

The third prince's expression turned ugly after hearing this, how could he change, he also wanted to seize power quickly in his dreams.

If he doesn't get the throne, whose is it?

Lome?

This is absolutely not possible.

He had to put everything back on track, even if it took any means.

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Luo Ning was very happy to return to Ninghua Palace, but what made him irritated was that Emperor Cheng Ming said that he wanted to make up for him, so he would come over to eat from time to time, but Luo Ning was already disgusted with Emperor Cheng Ming, and when he sat in front of him I feel uncomfortable.

So he thought about it, and decided to go to school. He was delayed for a year, and he couldn't continue to procrastinate.

Everyone ran ahead of him. Although Luo Ning was more mature in thinking, it still took a lot of effort to catch up with the progress.

Just practicing calligraphy is not enough, and there are four books and five classics, which are becoming more and more complicated and jerky. Luo Ning's hand hurts from writing, her back has a headache, and she stays up late every day.

As soon as Emperor Cheng Ming came over, Luo Ning used the excuse that he was busy, and he was indeed too busy.

Pei Ling used to want the little prince to grow up, but after the little prince had suffered, he couldn't bear to let the little prince be tired, but now the little prince is serious, and he no longer acts coquettishly and says he doesn't want to study.

He was afraid that Luo Ning would not eat well in the cold palace, so he would watch Luo Ning eat something to replenish his body every day. He used to restrict Luo Ning from eating sweets and snacks, but now he doesn't stop it.

Luo Ning ate dessert comfortably, eating as much as Pei Ling still pampered him.

As a result, she accidentally developed a tooth decay, and the tooth swelled up one day, a kind of pain mixed with itching, Luo Ning covered her mouth, feeling extremely uncomfortable, and wanted to punch her face with her fist.

Pei Ling held his face and looked at him, seeing how pitiful he was, he smiled angrily and said, "Let you eat so many sweet things."

"Now I know it hurts."

Pei Ling packed up all the cakes and candies, and stared at Luo Ning not to eat any more candies.

Luo Ning was not in the mood to eat any more, and finally the tooth decay stopped hurting, and the other front tooth fell out again, and her speech was leaking.

He felt ashamed and said little.

If Pei Ling smiled, he would immediately pounce on it.