Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3292 Gods in the heart: The princess’s sick dahlia (46)

  "Emperor Sister." Ning Zhaozhi turned his body and greeted him in an open voice. The young man's voice was low in magnetic and clear, which was very pleasant to the ear.

  Dyeing white and nodding slightly.

   "His Royal Highness, take a look at this, the final will have just discussed with the Eighth Prince..." Su Yan pointed at the map seriously, and quickly got into business.

  The princess walked indifferently, stood on one side, looked down at the map, her thin lips opened lightly, her tone was calm, she saw blood for a while.

  Only the military affairs were left in the Military Affairs Department, and two hours passed without paying attention.

  "His Royal Highness might as well stay at the Military Affairs Office for dinner?" Su Yan sent out an invitation very friendly and enthusiastic.

  Dyeing white, squinted her eyes, tapped her white fingers on the tabletop, gave a faint hum, then got up, "Look at the main hall in the barracks."

  "His Royal Highness, I will show you the way." Su Yan also stood up in an instant, "Just so I can introduce you to..."

   Before Su Yan finished speaking, she was interrupted by the juvenile voice with a smile.

  Ning Qizhi leaned aside, with a handsome and exquisite side face, thin lips under the tall and straight bridge of the nose slightly open, and the tone was very casual: "General Su."

  "Don't you have anything to tell me."

  Su Yan was stunned, with a dazed expression, scratching his head blankly, "I have...".

  The young man straightened up slowly, his stature was as tall as a winter pine and cypress, and his slender fingers pressed against Su Yan's shoulders, with no light or heavy force, and Su Yan did it again.

  Ning Qiaozhi's long eyelashes droop lightly, his side face is cold and indifferent, and the wind is light: "Just say it now."

No matter how slow, Su Yan reacted. He wondered what the princess was going to do. It was inconvenient. He was just looking at the barracks, but he still followed the prince’s words. Be careful to forget it."

The corners of Ning Yanzhi’s lips curled up with a lazy smile, and those narrow and beautiful eyes raised a breeze-like arc, always revealing a bit of inexplicable ridicule, but also the indifference between the unmoving look, the undisciplined seductive spirit. , "Emperor Sister, go."

  Ranbai glanced at the young man, and walked out of the military affairs office with a calm hum.

   "Eighth Prince, what's the matter?" Su Yan asked Ning Zhizhi in a low voice curiously.

Ning Zhizhi often came to the barracks recently and got acquainted with Su Yan. At this moment, he glanced at Su Yan unexplainably, chuckled, and gave an indifferent suggestion, evil and cold: "General Su, Sister Ruohuang from now on It's better to leave her alone when you come to the barracks."

  Su Yan solemnly said that she knew.

Ranbai walked out of the military affairs office and walked in the direction of training in the barracks. On the road, you can see a neat and rigorous team with high quality.

  This place has been dyed white many times because of military and political reasons, but she doesn't care much. Now she just wants to find her son.

  Suddenly several cavalry galloped on their own camp, with the sound of howling wind.

  Ranbai walked in the camp, occasionally soldiers passed by.

  Until Ranbai heard a soft voice from the breeze——

  The clear and clean voice of a young boy, it seems that the moment the ice and snow melted in the winter night, it faded away from the cold and steep.

   "Your Highness."

  Yan Bai did not have time to look back, a burst of clear and pleasant pear blossom scented around the body.

  The young man turned over and got off the horse directly, his movements were light and neat, the hem of his clothes slid through the air, and his slender long fingers gently clasped one of the girl’s wrists, covering it, and the temperature of the fingertips was cold.

   was immediately pushed into the deserted barracks by the young man, his back pressed against the wall, and a long and beautiful shadow fell in front of him, and the young and slender figure enveloped people.

  When Jin Yao galloped on his horse, he had already glanced at the shadow entwined in his dream.

  The young man’s long eyelashes fell in a bewildering arc, and the cold breath fell on the tip of the princess’s ears, accompanied by breathing, and followed by Jin Yao’s soft and gentle voice: "I miss you so much."

  The princess narrowed her eyes and looked at the boy in front of her.

After training in this place for a long time, the teenager’s appearance has changed somewhat from before. His eyebrows are clear and picturesque, the side face is white and delicate, and the thin lips under the straight and tall bridge of the nose are hooked with a gentle smile. It's really a stunning image.

  Jin Yao's long figure covered the girl against the wall. Because she was in the army, she was also wearing a silver military uniform, which made her look cold and slender, pure and noble and abstinent.

It’s just that the way the eyes smile at the princess at this time has faded a little bit cold and sharp, and it looks a little inexplicably obedient. When the eyes are low, the eyelashes are very long, the bridge of the nose is high, and when the fragrance is lingering, the thin lips are light and the lips are lightly opened. The princess's white eartips licked along the soft contour of the earlobe with her protruding tongue, holding the earball.

  The action is very eager, but the temperament is elegant, and the contradiction is confusing.

  The juvenile’s cold and distinct fingers clasped the princess’s slender waist. The fingertips rubbed slightly. The cold fingertips had an amazing temperature, and the snow-white teeth rubbed the delicate clavicle lightly.

  In the lingering contact, Jin Yao squinted his beautiful eyes with shattered light, and the words appeared deep, and the shimmering light ups and downs.

  The slender figure of a young man in the silver-white military uniform, propped up a cold and beautiful shoulder line, slightly fluctuating in the occasional gasp, extremely ambiguous and bewildered.

  It turned out that beauty can even wear military uniforms to this degree. The princess's eyes are gleaming, she thought for a moment, her fingers clasped Jin Yao's wrist, and calmly and calmly pushed the boy against the wall.

Jin Yao allowed the princess to move, his straight back hit the wall, long eyelashes hung down like a butterfly-wing bewildering arc, dark eyes and pupils were covered with a bit of light mist, the tails of his eyes were red, and the eyes were very pale. It was very emotional.

  The princess glanced at him, and the boy gently bent her eyes, with an elegant smile on her lips, fascinating. She also closed her eyes very well, allowing the princess to kiss her wantonly. When her long eyelashes trembled, she seemed to spread her wings to fly.

  The silver-white military uniform is lined with the slender young man, and the cold belt is tied with the figure of the Zhilan Yushu. When the military uniform is pressed on the body, the texture is cold and hard, like a handful of ice and snow pouring down.

  Ranbai likes to listen to the one or two unsteady breaths in her ears when she is a teenager, and it overflows between her lips and teeth and is sexy. This kind of sound is very nice in itself, and it is even more confusing in such an environment.

The red clothes at the corners of the boy's eyes have not faded, and the beautiful pupils of his eyes are like a peach blossom rain that has just fallen, filled with wet haziness, and rubbed softly and overly sticky between the girl's neck, and his voice was muted: " Is your Highness here to find Jin Yao."

   "Yeah." White-dyed fingertips gently rubbed the juvenile's white-like jade wrist, and replied quietly: "I'm looking for you."

  Her son-in-law is easy to coax, and even a little thing will be happy because of her. For example, the young boy’s eyes are curving like a breeze, "Happy."

   Her youthful temperament was lonely and cold, and her white clothes were as pure as snow when she was noble and indifferent. When she was wearing silver military uniform, she appeared even more indifferent to inaccessible, which made people daunting, but in front of her, she was soft-spoken and coquettish.

  "His Royal Highness, can lunch?"

   "Waiting for you."

  (End of this chapter)