Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3252 Gods in the heart: The princess’s sick dahlia (6)

  The emperor: "..."

  Silence is between the moments.

"You are a royal princess. It's better to go to less of that kind of place." The emperor thought about it, not daring to emphasize words, but in his heart he only hated that he had let go of defense because of Ningbai's body as a woman. It became the scene of restraint today.

   "If you don't care about your father, your children will have your own way." Ranbai said that it was an understatement, which clearly meant that he didn't need to interfere.

  The emperor secretly frowned, dissatisfied.

"However, it seems that the good emperor's brother of Erchen is really idle." Ranbai chuckled lightly, beating people's hearts: "This kind of trivial matter also comes to my father and says, don't you know that my father has everything in his life? How can I have time? Listen to these babbles."

  "Not so..." The emperor was a little embarrassed.

"Father doesn't have to speak for the prince, my son understands." Ranbai interrupted the emperor's words lightly, her white fingertips were tapping the tabletop with each other, and every sound seemed to be a tit-for-tat game, making people feel nowhere. Can escape.

  Wait when dyed white comes out of the royal study room,

   is half an hour later.

  Ranbai and the emperor said secretly for more than half an hour, and they played Tai Chi with ease. The purpose of every sentence they said was not simple, until now they came out.

  This is probably the royal family.

   is the sorrow of being born in the royal family to enjoy the superior satisfaction, and it is also the sorrow of being born in the dark vortex of the royal family.

  Yan Bai never felt that it was a kind of enjoyment, but he did not think it was a kind of sorrow.

  She just wants to stand in the highest position.

Only.

  Ranbai left the Imperial Study Room and walked all the way out.

  Unfortunately,

   Halfway through, I ran into someone who was still talking about it.

  Ning Chengjie.

Perhaps the royal gene is good. None of the royal children have bad looks. The crown prince is dressed in a bright yellow brocade suit and is tall and straight. He looks like a jade tree. The overly pale face is beautiful and extraordinary, but he has a long face between his eyebrows. The accumulation of yin birds and the ruthless outline of the eyebrows destroyed the original beauty, and those overly slender and dark pupils locked their prey like snake pupils.

   "Princess Xi Zhao."

  Ning Chengjie's pace stopped there, his eyes were cold and gloomy, staring at the stern and noble figure, his thin lips curled up with an arc that could not be called a smile, and he said hello first.

   Hee Zhao.

  Ningbai’s title.

   "What." Ran Bai glanced over from a condescending manner, "What's the matter with the prince?"

  Ning Chengjie snorted, and deep in his eyes seemed to be stacked with layers of clouds, as if the dim sky would never see light, depressing and uncomfortable: "It's the lonely looking down on the princess's ability."

The princess stood in a tiny position a few steps away from the prince. There was a distance between the two. There was no sound around. The spring breeze in March passed by, and it seemed to be wrapped in the cold of winter that had not faded. Any temperature is endless chill.

   "We can only blame the prince for being too wasteful."

  The atmosphere seemed to freeze at this moment.

   "The princess is really amazing!" Ning Chengjie smirked, and failed the calculation last night. Looking at the appearance of Ning Bai coming out of the Imperial Study Room, he must know that nothing happened. He desperately wanted to get back from Ning Bai's hand.

  A woman still wants to compete with him for power? It's ridiculous!

"Natural." Ding Baiying's laziness, self-contained, stern and aggressive temperament, the voice is nice but indifferent, and the meaning is unpredictable, as if the fog envelopes the cold river, "If the prince is not satisfied, he can be upright with the temple. It's better than a game."

  Ning Chengjie stared at Dye Bai abruptly, his eyes dark and sharp.

  The princess stands tall, with picturesque eyebrows.

   "How about archery?"

  Ning Bai’s wish is not to win.

   Then she let Ning Bai win a thorough and complete crush in all aspects.

  Is this a win?

  There is a special archery range in the palace, which is specially provided for the emperor or the princes to play in their leisure time.

  I just borrowed this right now.

  Hard to ride a tiger.

  Ranbai’s invitation, Ning Chengjie had to agree, and even if he didn’t.

  If he refuses the invitation, wouldn’t he still dare not try?

  What’s more, if he wins, he can prove to everyone that a female generation shouldn’t intervene in politics and act recklessly!

  In the archery field,

  At a glance, it is a vast and flat land. The blue sky is set against the unreachable horizon. The light of the rising sun spreads down, shattering the light gold, and several horses and horses hoof flying, galloping past!

  "Drive! Drive! Drive!"

  The horse that is leading far away is galloping in the sound of the wind, and the hem is fluttering, and the fingers holding the reins are long and distinct, and the skinny is very delicate.

  It was the time when a young man was angry at the horse.

wind,

  I vaguely glimpsed the handsome side face of the young man.

   "Zhizhi, aren't they the eldest princess and the prince?" A group of noble children who were far behind couldn't catch up, so they stopped and waited for the boy to fly by on horseback, and quickly stopped, his voice a little broken in the sound of the wind.

  Ning Qizhi pulled off the reins hard, slowly slowing down, and said in an impatient tone: "What."

  It was only then that I could see the youth's face clearly and sharply and handsomely, just like the boy brother in the painting, his eyes were very deep, his nose was straight and tall, and his thin lips were light and the voice was pleasant but cold.

   "Look at that! That!" One of them lifted his chin and pointed in the distance.

  Ning Qizhi is riding on horseback, facing the wind and backlight, his sleeves are flying, his eyes are straight into the distance.

   "Isn't it, it's such a coincidence?" The friend laughed: "The prince and the eldest princess... didn't they always fail to deal with them? How come they have come together this time."

  The young man squinted his deep eyes and said nothing.

  Ning Chengjie licked his lips, and deep in his eyes passed the layers of yin bird, his eyes circled everyone on the archery field, and then smiled and looked at Yin Bai, "coming alone?"

  Dyeing white tone indifferently: "Please."

  Ning Chengjie has practiced arrows since he was a child, and has always been proud of his arrow skills and is very confident.

  He took the lead in taking the bow and arrow from the archery field, and a sneer was drawn on his lips.

  One of the elder brothers over there took a deep breath, "Isn't it, this is better than an arrow?"

  "Zhizhi! Zhizhi!" He was excited when he ran into such a scene for the first time, "One of your emperor sister and your emperor brother, what do you think?"

  The young man raised his eyebrows indifferently, glanced at him, and laughed disdainfully, but his voice was nice but mocking: "I still need to ask this kind of question?"

  Although he does not like imperial power, it does not prevent him from truly admiring capable people.

Brother   Young Master: "……"

  ? ? ?

What the hell?

  Don’t you need to ask this kind of question!

  But what does this mean...?

   "Who are you talking about." The son's tone became a little weird, so he was so sure?

  Ning Qianzhi’s lazily hooked lips, her side face is white and delicate, and the movements of turning over and getting off the horse are simple and neat, with a chic and clear youthful feeling: "See it for yourself."

  (End of this chapter)