Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3281 God in the heart: The princess’s sick dahlia (35)

  He Yun quickly began to calculate in her heart.

  After Ning Qizhi’s rules were logically and logically finished, the Jinluan Temple fell into a moment of silence.

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

  The Taiwei quickly came out to take control of the field. Secondly, the several officials in the middle of the DPRK 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 even if he wanted to.

  Doctor Yushi observed the emperor’s face and sighed in his heart.

at this point,

  The emperor is confused and confused.

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

  Zhao Sheng took a step forward, stood up, and agreed with Zhanzhan’s point of view: "Weichen agrees."

  Ning Xun was very arrogant.

  The prince Ning Chengjie's face is also not very good-looking. He has been advocating not to go to war and advocating peace. Isn't this just slapping him in the face brightly? !

  Jinzhong frowned secretly, glanced at the situation in Chaotang, and then looked at the harsh figure of the head of the hundred officials in the dark red court clothes, and gritted his teeth.

   Princess Xi Zhao.

  Sure enough, it is well-deserved.

  The prime minister turned his gaze again to the magnanimous young man, only one side face was clean and distinct, and his expression was cold and solemn.

  He had always thought that such a carefree and innocent prince like Ning Zhanzhi really knew nothing about the affairs of the court, but he did not expect it to be a big mistake now!

  This matter has been powerless.

  No matter how to save it, it won’t work.

  This battle,

  It's settled.

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

  Undoubtedly.

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

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

  Mingsi Palace.

  As soon as the young man walked in, he saw a slender and straight girl leaning on the soft couch, completely melted into the halo, with her long eyelashes dropping a gentle silhouette, which was incredible.

   Those white and beautiful fingers holding the embroidery needles, under her fingertips, they seem to have become living creatures, giving life to them.

  Girls are poetic and gentle.

  Looping and generous, elegant and elegant.

  Ning Yizhi hooked the corners of her lips.

Um.

  This is Ning Yuan of his family, his sister.

  The young man changed into court clothes, dressed in regular clothes, lazy and arbitrary. When he first came out, he happened to see the figure sitting next to the chair: "Mother concubine."

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

  The face is gentle and fair, and the calmness of the eyes that has been settled over the years is more attractive, and the posture is so correct that he can't fault the slightest.

  She is the owner of Mingsi Palace and the biological mother of Ning Yuan and Ning Zhanzhi.

  Su Miansi.

  Born from a famous nobleman, she was a true lady of the big family when she was young, and now she has a better etiquette cultivation than before.

   "Zhizhi, be safe."

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

  Ning Yuan put down the unfinished sachet and curled up those apricot eyes: "Mother concubine, you missed the appearance of your brother in court clothes. It's a pity."

  The young man heard the words and glanced at Ning Yu'an with a smile but a smile, sitting next to him lazily, half-jokingly: "Can you let people have dreams?"

  "……"

  Su Miansi smiled and listened to the dialogue between the brothers and sisters, the slight smile on the corner of his lips was just the right arc.

   "Princess Xi Zhao sent someone to send crystal cake, you can try it."

  Ning Zhuzhi looked at Ning Yuan.

  Ning Yuan blinked.

  The sun was shining outside the window, it was the fragrance of pear blossoms, and the breeze rolled up a piece of white pear blossom petals and fluttered in the air.

  ...

That night,

  Floating dreams.

  I have been dyed white many times, each time because of Jin Yao, and Lao Ya is also very familiar with it. Every time the princess’s smile is the brightest, it seems to be able to bloom a flower.

  After all, Jin Yao's temperament would not refuse to see guests, and he was so close to the princess. Climbing Gao Zhi would only benefit them from dreaming, and Lao Ya was of course happy.

  Looking at the lazy and stern figure in red, Lao Ya said eagerly: "His Royal Highness, you are here, I will go and let people tell the son."

   "No need." Ranbai faintly refused, and walked forward, "The main hall directly looks for him, no need to report."

  The old crow was very foresighted, nodded, and walked away.

When   Ranbai pushed the door in, the first thing she heard was the melodious and pleasant sound of the piano, which was clear and clear.

  She raised her eyebrows without interruption, and naturally sat on the pearwood chair, listening to the sound of the guqin, her eyes lightly falling on the young luthier with snow clothes and black hair and beautiful scenery.

  The end of the piano song.

  Jin Yao's movements stopped, and he bent down the cold and beautiful eyes towards the princess, "Your Highness."

Dye Bai nodded slightly and watched the young man walk over. She lowered her eyes and tapped her fingertips on the table. There was a painting on the table, which she had just brought over. The princess said in a casual tone: "Send you Something."

  The young man’s long eyelashes drooped slightly, his gaze fell, his slender and white fingers grasped the painting, and stretched it out with the light movement of the fingertips.

   is the pear blossom on the moonlit night, with a distant and elegant mood.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The young man raised the corners of his thin lips, with a light smile as if the moment when the pool was swaying, he cherished the painting, and kissed the princess's lips with one hand on the side of the tabletop. The meaning is gentle and intricate, and the voice that overflows from the tossing of the lips and teeth is slightly fuzzy: "I like it very much."

  The magnified reflection of the beautiful face in front of him was in sight, and dyed white looking at the young luthier, and with a hum, his fingertips hooked the boy's collar and kissed him actively.

  That is Li Yue Nian.

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

  Especially Jin Yao has always been in love with Ewha.

  No more, no less, just right.

   "The son." For a long time, the princess said casually: "You are a member of the palace, and naturally you are also a member of the princess mansion."

  She downplayed: "This dream will come to life in the future, so there is no need to go back."

  The young luthier murmured in a low voice, looking incredibly obedient: "Jin Yao is determined by the princess."

  Jin Yao's life is yours.

so.

  Don't want me.

"His Royal Highness, do you want to listen to the play." The young man's white robe is like flowing clouds, and when he gently touches the princess and kisses, he brings out a touch of cold and noble. , The falling voice was clear and hoarse, but even more bewitching.

  It was the last time Jin Yao was dyed white belt when he came out of the Prime Minister’s Mansion to play in the theater building at night. In fact, it was just a small matter.

  The princess did not refuse, but said yes.

  Jin Yao's eyebrows bend slightly: "Then I will sing to your Highness."

  He can sing, but no one has ever known.

  Because he never sings in front of others.

  The end of the play is his own world.

  Princess is the only one, and it is also an exception.

  (End of this chapter)