Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3289 God in the heart: The princess’s sick dahlia (43)

  If a person can choose to live a safe, smooth and carefree life since birth, then no one wants to fall into the abyss and struggle, is he sinking into the filthy quagmire, rolling, and surviving in the dark?

  He was once the son of Jin Mansion.

   has never been in the family tree, has never been given a name.

  Generally speaking, there is nothing like his son in his childhood, being insulted, abused, trampled, and inferior to the prime minister’s mansion that it can’t even be compared to a blade of grass.

  Including Jin Yao who looks beautiful now, and Zhilan Yushu, but there are countless scars hidden under that white robe.

  No one would want to know how he survived. Maybe he should be so bad in such an environment, what qualifications did he have to yearn for salvation when the flowers bloomed to Tumi.

  But he is greedy for his light, and it doesn’t matter if he catches it by any means, or does everything he can to stay.

When    Dye Bai came back, the first thing we greeted was the boy's hug.

   "His Royal Highness." The snow-clothed boy embraced her gracefully, softly biting the girl's jaw softly as if to please, and the action was lingering and sticky, "I miss you."

  When he came back, the little boy raised by his own house was so sticky, dyed white and smiled.

Princess    sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, casually playing with the young boy's long fingers, the joints under the fingertips were cold and hard, and it was very comfortable to touch.

  "Don’t you like guqin, I saw it at the auction house today, and it was just for you."

  Jin Yao allowed the princess to play with his hands, and nodded very obediently. In the quiet atmosphere for a while, Qing Ya whispered: "Your Highness, I will go to the barracks."

  A very abrupt sentence, even without warning.

   drew the princess' movements to a halt, raised her eyes and glanced at him, the gaze was so pale that she couldn't see any expression.

   "Why." Dye Bai asked in a plain tone.

  Join the army?

  Jin Yao had never mentioned it to her before.

   "If this is the case, your Highness will be useful to Jin Yao, right?" The boy bent his eyes: "There are generals in the barracks that I happen to know, so you don't need to trouble your Highness."

  The princess was silent for two seconds: "You don't have to be like this."

"Ke Jinyao wants to do everything that His Highness needs." The boy smiled lightly and elegantly. His eyes were three points darker than ordinary people. They were sharp and sharp, but they were clean in front of the princess. Extraordinarily well-behaved.

  Ran Bai looked at him with deep eyes, always unable to see his emotions, and did not speak.

"His Royal Highness is the cold sky on the moon, shining shining stars." A light moon in Jin Yao's eyes, reflecting the appearance of the princess, seemed to be broken into countless gentle shadows, suppressing the darkest and pathological obsession in the deepest place. Paranoid to the twisted stubbornness, preventing Ranbai from seeing the slightest, "His Royal Highness is a god."

  Forever engraved on the heart of the three-inch mansion, eternal and immortal.

"My son, has anyone ever told you." Ran Bai smiled lightly, without any temperature. The tone is calm, it is the lofty nobleness and the gentle wind that controls everything: "When you treat yourself as a person When doing everything, it is the beginning of destruction."

   "Then it will be completely destroyed." He said: "I am willing." Nirvana rebirth is the beginning of desire.

  The princess's white and cold fingertips lightly pressed the table top, making a sound that is neither light nor heavy, she looked calm and unfathomable, "You give the main hall a reason to agree to your entry into the barracks."

  He halted every word, morbidly pious: "Jin Yao would like to be the sharpest knife in His Highness's hands, and be invincible by His Highness."

  "This is my reason." The young man smiled, his slender lips fell on the girl's ear and gave a soft kiss, like a pear blossom lightly: "His Royal Highness thinks, is it enough."

  Ranbai's fingertips used a little bit of strength, clasped his wrist, and directly sent a silent and cold kiss. In the **** deep kiss, the princess only said one word, which was a reply.

"enough."

  ...

  The letter is about the movement of the imperial power disputes in the capital.

  Jin Yao has been alive deliberately for several years, never in vain.

  He once saved a military general, which is another way for himself.

  Jin Yao once believed that there would never be one retreat.

  From the moment the sick and paranoid fell in love with the princess,

he knows,

  There will be no more retreat,

  He personally pushed himself to a dead end.

  He knows her ambitions and ambitions, she wants it, then he gives it.

  ——He would like to be the sharpest knife in her hand, invincible for her.

  The Royal Palace.

The girl's delicate white hands were folded together, supporting her beautiful curved jaw, her long eyelashes half covering her soft eyes, she glanced at the glazed lamp that had always been placed safely, and slightly bulged her cheeks. Fingertips lit the sachet quietly.

   "Is this lamp so beautiful?" The clear and magnetic young voice fell from far to near, with a somewhat specious smile.

  Under Ning Zhi, he clicked the direction of the glazed lamp, and he shook, but he didn't see any magic, and he didn't know what his family Ning Yuan liked about this lamp, so precious.

  Ning Yuan avoids the serious, and does not answer the question just now. She blinks her eyelashes, "Is it still the matter of the uprising recently?"

Ning Zhizhi lowered his neckline, leaned lazily on the soft couch next to him, and hummed, recalling the upward scene, and squinted his eyes, "It's already set, there will be nothing short of time. "

  Ning Yuan noticed those three words for a short time.

  Probably some toss in the future.

  ...

  The fifth day of May.

  Dragon Boat Festival.

  Eating zongzi to race the dragon boat has become the most lively event in this festival.

  Ning Yuan took her maid Luo Lan out of the palace happily and wandered around the bustling and lively Chang'an City.

  The prosperity and splendor belonging to the flourishing age can be seen in this Kyoto.

   "Princess, the front is Mochizuki Lake. There is a dragon boat race." The maid whispered.

  The girl blinked her eyes with great interest: "Look at it."

  Ning Yuan came to the shore of Mochizuki Lake, and you could see the prosperous and lively scenes of the surrounding decorations, with gongs and drums going up into the sky.

  The dragon boat race has not yet started, but the person in charge of the dragon boat race is the first to explain that there is a gift for winning.

   is a nice little thing.

  Ning Yuan stared at him, without looking away.

  There is a restaurant next to Wangyue Lake. Because today is the Dragon Boat Festival, the business is extremely hot, and there are no more boxes. This is the result of pre-booking.

  The slender and tall young man leaned lazily by the window, very expensive and abstinent, looking down inadvertently, just to see the slender and beautiful figure standing by the shore of Wangyue Lake, too soft and cute.

  Feng Xiao's fingertips paused slightly.

  The little girl is facing him, she just can see her white side face, with beautiful and clear lines, her eyes are on the prize of the dragon boat race, she seems to like it very much.

  He chuckled softly, and the sound from deep in his throat was repetitive.

"Yefu." Feng Xiao's eyes darkened, and those narrow Danfeng eyes filled with shimmering smiles, as if indulging in the galaxy, and said indifferently: "You took Ye Lin to participate in the dragon boat race. competition."

  (End of this chapter)