Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3307 The God of the Heart: The Princess's Disease Dahlia (61)

  At the beginning, he didn’t understand. Everyone in Jin Mansion was repelling him. No one would remember him at that time, as if Jin Yao should not have existed since he was born.

  Later he understood.

  It’s just that I don’t like this kind of festival, which symbolizes reunion and happiness, and has never cared about it.

  He never thought about it.

One day someone like himself who fell into the dark and rotted in the abyss with weak emotions would want to crawl out of the abyss for a person, want to approach the light, and want to carefully pretend to have a clean appearance forever, to accompany you. She keeps the year together and spends the New Year together.

New Year's Eve.

  The last day of the year.

  Jin Yao personally cooked dumplings for the princess and stayed with the princess.

  Just after zero o'clock, it is the new year.

   "His Royal Highness." Jin Yao leaned close to the princess's ear and whispered, "Happy New Year."

  The city wall that day,

  He promised the princess.

   will stand in front of her and congratulate her personally.

   promised her,

  Whether he is alive or dead, he will never break his promise.

   "Happy New Year." Dyeing with a smile: "The son."

  She lazily propped her forehead and looked at Jin Yao: "In the new year, do you have any wishes for the son?"

  "Yes." The young man nodded without hesitation, but didn't say much.

  Yanbai never asked again.

  Jin Yao used to have no desires and desires. He thought that this world would be just like that, desolate and dead, and there was no grass.

  Until the appearance of the princess.

  Only one eye was shocked.

  Only one side loves.

  Winter melts, dead wood meets spring.

  His original New Year's wish is that His Highness will always belong to him.

forever.

  It’s just that he has a more important wish.

  Never be too greedy, it will be ineffective.

  So he only allowed one.

  The night is dark and the stars are cold.

  White snow flew in the courtyard when the cold wind roared, covering every piece of red tiles. Snow flakes piled up on the pear branches, crumbling.

  The young man looked at the princess, the breath passed through her ears, the fragrance of pear blossoms lingered, and when the wind and snow fell, he whispered: "Whenever the wind and snow fall, please believe your Highness. I will always be Jin Yao of the person under your Highness."

  ...

  The celebration of the New Year collided with the return from victory. In the palace, most of the banquets were to celebrate the New Year and the second to celebrate the merits.

  That day,

  The snow has just stopped, and everyone is celebrating.

  In the palace,

  Bai Xue still couldn't cover the bright yellow glazed tiles, as if it could never cover all the dark and muddy things in the palace.

  In the main hall,

  The sound of silk and bamboo is endless, singing and dancing rise to the golden glory.

  The young general wore a snow suit, lonely and indifferent, only to find it inaccessible.

  The emperor gave a reward on his merits and looked at the slender young man on the lower left.

  This time the main contributor to the victory of Guzheng.

only……

  This Jin Yao seemed to have something to do with Ning Bai before.

  Think of this,

  The emperor frowned up and down, coughing several times, his throat was a little dumb, and the corners of his eyes were so dark that he couldn't ignore it.

  Jin Yao didn't care about other things, but her eyes fell on the opposite princess without blinking, and the corners of her lips lightly curled up with an imperceptible arc.

   Jin Zhong never thought of it anyway.

  The concubine that I most look down on or even expelled from the house on weekdays, one day he can do such a thing!

  He finally got a deep face, with no joy at all, thinking in his heart how to maximize the benefits at this moment.

   Palace Banquet.

   is nothing more than a reward for complimenting the conversation.

  Jin Yao was not interested in these things. After the rewards were over, the boy got up from his seat and walked outside the hall.

   Jinzhong groaned, and then walked out.

  The young man had just left the hall, and the chill of the night came with the sound of the wind. He lightly lowered his eyebrows, his slender fingers patted his snow-white sleeves indifferently.

  Only heard a shout of Jin Yao from someone behind him.

who is it.

  He is very clear.

  The young man stood facing the wind with his back facing Jinzhong. His body was tall and straight, his face was exquisite and cold, and his side face was concealed in the dim night. In the darkness, half of his thin lips seemed to evoke a weird arc, making it creepy for no reason.

  Jinzhong stepped forward and stopped in front of Jin Yao, his vision was a little unspeakable, and finally he sighed deeply.

   "Why don't you say hello when you see the father."

  The attitude is obviously softened and regressed.

  The young general's expression was calm, indifferent and cold, and his tone was three points colder than this winter night: "What's the matter with the prime minister."

  Jin Zhong had a meal, and it was a little unforgettable.

  He has given Jin Yao face, and Jin Yao doesn’t have to go down the steps, and even dared to shake his face.

  I really think who I am.

  Without the support of the family, how long Jin Yao thought he could go!

  It’s just now that Jin Yao became famous in the first battle, and the limelight is flourishing. Jin Zhong is not so stupid to care about Jin Yao at this time, but just calmly said: "When did you learn the art of war? Why don't I know."

  "Jin Yao's matter, don't care about it." The young man pushed back indifferently.

   Jin Zhong frowned slightly, "In any case, you are also my Jin family's child, so..."

  He hasn’t finished speaking yet.

  "The prime minister." The young man interrupted lightly, and his jet-black eyes did not absorb half of the light source, and they appeared deeper, "Jin Yao has a great gift for the prime minister."

  Jin Zhong was taken aback, somewhat unbelievable.

  Can Jin Yao give him gifts? What can I give.

"Hey Prime Minister Happy New Year, everything goes well." Standing in the wind and snow, Jin Yao stood alone and indifferent. He bowed his hand to Jinzhong. His words were indeed blessings, but they did not contain the slightest emotion: "The prime minister can accept this great gift. "

  Jinzhong had not had time to respond, so he didn't ask anything.

  The young man nodded slightly and had already turned and left.

  While Jinzhong stood in place, for some reason, there was a bad premonition in his heart, lingering in his heart for a long time.

  Huaqi walked over from behind, looked at Jin Yao’s back, and stood beside the Prime Minister, saying with a cool tone: “Jin Yao is not a person who is easy to control. The prime minister should not put his mind on him.”

  After being almost killed by Jin Yao that time, Hua Qi decided to change her strategy.

  Only by making yourself stronger, can you take the arrogance.

  So he chose to help the prince’s ascension to the throne

Once the princess is defeated, there is no choice.

   Then his strategy will be much easier.

  ...

  Shortly after going out, Jin Yao noticed that another person was following him.

  The teenager stopped.

   Hesitated softly.

how.

  Is he unable to fight the Jin family criminal today?

  The young man’s eyebrows were cold, his eyes faintly bored with the cold morbidity, and he was so dark that he could not see the light.

  Lin Jiayun saw Jin Yao stop in place, knowing that she must have been spotted secretly following her.

  She panicked and jumped abruptly, trying to suppress her emotions and walk out step by step.

  "Jin, Jin Yao..." Lin Jiayun looked at the young boy's eyebrows, Qingjun, and gradually overlapped with the memory, her eyes were red, her voice trembled uncontrollably.

  All these years.

  She has never looked at this child.

  But never thought...

   "Mrs. Lin."

  (End of this chapter)