Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3275 The God of the Heart: The Princess's Disease Dahlia (29)

  So Ning Chengjie was furious in Jin's Mansion, and later flung his sleeves and left.

Jin Ningfu was also very aggrieved. She also complained very much about Ning Chengjie, why did she have to pick the flowers because she had nothing to do, and she fell into the water because of her trivial effort, and she was embarrassed to take her with her, and because she broke a lot of precious water and moon. Hua caused her to be scolded by her father.

"Mother, it's all because of Jin Yao!!" Jin Ningfu was just reprimanded by Jin Zhong, and she was aggrieved. At this moment, she rushed to her mother's arms with red eyes and cried, "If it wasn't for Jin Yao today , It’s impossible...I was scolded by my father just now..."

  Lin Jiayun is the wife of the prime minister’s house Jin Zhongming’s mediator who is currently marrying, and she is also a noble lady.

At this moment, listening to her daughter's complaint, Lin Jiayun frowned. When she mentioned Jin Yao, she felt very uncomfortable. At this moment, she asked in a deep voice, "Jin Yao is just a concubine, not to mention that the sentence has already been pronounced. Death, even if you are still alive and fall outside, Jin Mansion will not be able to recognize him. What kind of style do you, a daughter, care about with an actor?"

  Jin Ningfu was aggrieved, and now complaining to Lin Jiayun is to seek comfort, but she did not expect to be held accountable. She pouted and said in a dull tone: "I just don't like it."

  Lin Jiayun sighed deeply, helpless to her daughter, who was so spoiled since childhood that she developed a self-willed personality, stretched out her finger and lightly nodded Jin Ningfu’s forehead.

"I know about this, don't worry about it, Jinfu, you have to know, what you need to do most now is to keep the prince's heart, and take the position of the prince. , Be more generous."

  Jin Ningfu was also very proud when she mentioned this. She lifted her chin, just thinking that sooner or later she would become the most noble woman in the world: "I know."

   "My mother, I'm going to bed." She said softly goodbye.

Lin Jiayun watched Jin Ningfu go out. She had a light makeup on her face, which was not gorgeous, but it was in line with the temperament of the main room. At this moment, her expression was a little gloomy in the flickering candlelight. .

She stretched out her hand and touched the position of her heart. Thinking of Jin Yao, her heart is always uncomfortable. The empty weirdness haunts complicated and unspeakable emotions, making her always hug the boy in white who has never seen each other a few times. There is an attitude of boredom.

  ...

  The twilight is thousands of miles away, and the dark meaning is permeated.

  As the evening approaches, the sky is finally disappearing.

   "His Royal Highness, the son was invited to the study by the prime minister just now." The dark guard who was separately attached to the princess mansion was coldly ordered to monitor Jin Yao and report information.

When the princess    came to the guest room, she made people to withdraw the incense. Maybe it was because the pear blossom scent of Jin Yao was too good to smell. Now she is not used to other incense.

  He stayed in the prime minister’s mansion originally because Jin Yao did not leave, but now he even went to the study.

   "Retreat." Ran Bai said indifferently, recalling that when Jin Shuotian saw Jin Yao's eyes when dreaming before, Jin Shuotian blurted out the words in that tone...

  It seems to be very close.

  Dye-white fingertips lightly tapped the table top, finally got up, and left the room directly, such a back figure was extremely cold and solemn in the gradually darkening night.

  In the study room,

   Jinzhong sat there with a calm complexion, he made a cup of tea himself, his sharp eyes darkened a bit in the mist.

   "Jin Yao." He was very indifferent and unfeeling, oh no, maybe with a bit of unnoticeable disgust, he said: "You have become more skilled."

  The last time Jin Shuotian happened, this time the banquet.

  Jin Zhong’s unbelief has nothing to do with Jin Yao.

  The young man stood there, slender and straight, with a cold and noble temperament, like a tall and tall pine in winter, lonely and cold: "Wow thanks to the prime minister."

  Jinzhong suddenly put the tea cup he held back on the table again, making a "bang--" sound, and a few drops of tea splashed out.

  "Did you forget that you still have Jin family blood on your body?!"

  "I thought..." The sound like that, accompanied by the condensed atmosphere in the study and the dim night, made my heart tense for no reason, but the youth's expression did not change at all, "The prime minister has long forgotten."

  Jinzhong took a deep breath, staring at the young boy's delicate and clear face.

  Jin Yao is good-looking, Jin Zhong knows it.

  A man with such a face, isn’t that a blue-faced misfortune?

  What's more, the person he thought had been dead for a long time, he didn't know when he became the luthier of Mengfusheng, and his fame was getting bigger and bigger!

  The identity of the actor is simply a stain on the Jin family for generations, and it has humiliated the Jin family's head.

"Listen to me." Jin Zhong's tone is a customary command, which is completely inconvenient. "Quickly leave me out of dreams, don't let others know that you have any relationship with the Jin family, you can't stay there! Let's Where does the Jin family's face remain?!"

   Could it be that Jin Zhong watched his child become an actor every day and played the piano for others?

   "I'm afraid the prime minister can't do what he wants."

  "You--" Jin Zhong was very bored, especially when things about today's banquet were said to be big or small.

   But recently, a series of accidents have caused him to be in a bad mood, and he has reached an extreme at this moment.

Listening to the young man with a mouthful of the prime minister, he was alienated without any emotions, Jin Zhong felt that there was a nameless fire in his heart. There were only two of them in the study. The servant had been sent out by Jin Zhong a long time ago, so Jin Zhong At the moment, there is no scruples.

"Jin Yao, I am your father!" He said in a deep voice, approaching in front of the boy, and he was determined to teach Jin Yao a lesson. Don't think that you can do whatever you want with your Highness. With such an identity, it is just a plaything in front of the powerful. How can you be sincere?

   Jin Zhong's anger surged into his heart, raised his right hand high, and hit the boy's face, accidentally hitting Jin Yao's eyes.

The darkness of the night is far less than Jin Yao’s eyes, it seems that the ghosts are all silent and dark. Jinzhong saw the young boy’s tongue gently licking his thin red lips, and smiled at him, revealing the alternate shade of late autumn and winter. He Han.

  At that moment,

  Jinzhong actually had a feeling of fear in his heart, that is, in that second, his movements became stiff, but he never had the opportunity to do it again.

  Because of the originally closed door of the study, someone suddenly kicked it open--!

   Jinzhong’s pupils suddenly tightened!

   That figure against the cold night, dressed in purple clothes to gather and kill the elegance, just broke in unscrupulously, very high above, clear and lazy, and the aura was fiercely oppressive.

   "The person who moved the main hall by the prime minister wanted to slap the main hall in the face?"

  The calm and quiet voice is more than cold and quiet, and it falls calmly.

  (End of this chapter)