The Third Thousand Two Hundred and Seventy-Ninth Chapters of the Gods in the Heart: The Princess's Sick Piano Teacher (Thirty)

The calm and quiet voice, more than the cold silence of the cold pool, fell down like that.

But it made Jin Zhong lose his temper completely. He quickly withdrew his hand, glanced at the door that was kicked open, and smiled calmly: "Your Highness, why are you here?"

Jin Yao turned his back to Ranbai. He didn't expect Ranbai to come, and the sullen radian on his lips subsided instantly, and when he looked again, he still looked cold and noble, as if the smile just now was nothing more than a smile. An illusion.

The princess did not answer Jin Zhong's question, and the scene was deadlocked for a while.

Jin Zhong tucked his hands into his sleeves, and Ning Bai would come for Jin Yao. This incident was indeed beyond Jin Zhong's expectations, and it was difficult to end it now.

"Sorry, I just had a little dispute with the young master, which made His Highness laugh." The Prime Minister smiled and said, "Since it is His Highness's person, of course I will not move."

It is impossible for Jin Zhong to let others know about the relationship between the Jin family and Jin Yao, otherwise the Jin family's face would be trampled under his feet. In a moment of horror, "Young Master, I'm sorry."

"Jin Zhong." Ranbai opened his mouth neither light nor heavy, with a cold and oppressive tone: "Some people can move, some people... You shouldn't move, and you can't move."

Jin Zhong knew who these "some people" were.

This matter can't be involved too deeply, otherwise it's easy to bring out the old things, and Jin Zhong doesn't intend to quarrel because of Jin Yao and Ranbai, he suppressed the slowness in his heart, and said calmly: "Your Highness What, the son and I have no grievances, how can I offend?"

"Jin Yao." Ranbai didn't respond to Jin Zhong's words at all, so he ignored the past so lightly, Peach Blossom glanced at the young man, then turned and walked outside the study, with a flat tone: "Go away."

The prime minister watched the two people leave the study, he gritted his teeth, and his heart swelled with anger,

The candles in the study were dim, and the sound of smashing things cut through the night.

In April, the night fell, the wind was slightly cold, and the fragrance of pear flowers from nowhere, melted in the breeze, and lingered in the air.

Dianbai walked forward unhurriedly, his expression cold and unpredictable.

The boy followed the princess. The snow coat was very eye-catching in the middle of the night, and he was very expensive. He had a pair of beautiful and well-behaved eyes, and a dark red tear mole was dotted under the corner of his left eye. He was born with a beautiful bone. A frown and a smile are stunning.

But at this moment, he smiled at Yanbai's curved eyes, and that tearful mole was shining brightly, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Dyeing his eyes sideways, he stayed on the boy's face for a moment, his eyes were indifferent and aggressive, and slipped from those eyes, "No need."

She said: "This temple never saves people for no reason."

No matter what the reason, such a sentence still fell into Jin Yao's heart, causing a ripple of joy.

Just walking forward like this, Ranbai stopped suddenly, and said suddenly and unexpectedly: "Go out with this hall for a walk."

This sentence is not a question.

is the command.

Jin Yao was stunned for a moment, looking at the princess's freewheeling expression in the night, maybe it was on a whim, maybe it was casual, but it was not too serious.

Jin Yao did not refuse, nor would he refuse.

Beijing.

Always prosperous.

The brightly lit streets of Chang'an seem to sing praises to the splendid and prosperous times.

Bustling, bustling.

The fireworks of the world, the warmth of the world, is nothing more than that.