Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3263 God in the heart: The princess’s sick dahlia (17)

  Jin Yao pauses slightly.

The housekeeper came to Mengfusheng early in the morning, but unfortunately, Jin Yao was not there, but his Highness had confessed that he had to hand over the things to the master himself, so the housekeeper could only bite the bullet and wait here, he didn’t. Coming to such a place, my wife and family are virtuous, and listening to the licentious voices around me at the moment, my face blushes and I want to hide my face and leave.

  Until I saw the young slender figure, my eyes lit up, as if I saw a savior.

  "My son, this is something your Highness asked me to give to you." The butler smiled and handed the contents in his hand to Jin Yao, deliberately biting the words of His Highness.

  Jin Yao's long eyelashes drooped, and he took it. The bones of the fingers were cold and delicate, and the fingertips were red with a bit of unfading redness.

  The butler glanced, his heart dripping with blood.

  It is a pair of medicine, made of extremely rare and precious medicinal materials, which can treat all kinds of deep bone injuries, and can take people back half their lives from the gates of ghosts.

  As a result, your Highness actually gave this medicine to a luthier just because of the redness of the fingertips? !

  If this medicine is delivered a few days later, it can be completely eliminated!

  The housekeeper heartily praised that their Highness finally took a look at someone, but after the resuscitation, he turned...to the limitless extravagance.

  There are only three of this medicine princess mansion!

  Life-saving medicine! !

Jin Yao stared at the medicine for two seconds, held it slightly in his hand, tucked his long fingers in his snow-white sleeves, and used a little force. The corners of the pill box's palms ached slightly, and the boy’s voice was clear and pleasant: "For me Thank you, Your Highness."

  The butler smiled and didn't say anything. In fact, his heart was split. "Since the medicine has been delivered to the son, the task assigned to me by His Highness is also considered complete. So, I will leave."

  The young violinist nodded slightly, dressed in ancient ink, clear and noble and cold: "Walk slowly."

  After the steward left, Lao Ya's heart was itchy. He couldn't bear to move forward and asked in a low voice: "My son, you and your highness..."

  Jin Yao glanced at her calmly, her eyes were cold, frosty and lonely, like a deep pool of ice.

  The old crow was shocked by the chill in it, and subconsciously silenced.

  Jin Yao turned around and went back to the room, pushing the door with his slender fingers.

The young man’s back was gently pressed against the door, and he was quiet for a second or two. The fingers that had been tucked in his sleeves stretched out, straight in the air, revealing the box of medicine lying peacefully on the palm of his hand. .

For a long time,

The thin lips of the teenager bends lightly with a slight arc, and there is a bit of joy in it. He slightly bends one hand, his fingers are against the thin lips, and the redness of the fingertips seems to be dyed, and the color of the lips is set. Yan Hong slightly concealed the darker smile on her lips.

Jin Yao walked to the pear wood tabletop, buckled his fingertips, and his sleeves were hanging down. He opened the hidden compartment lightly, revealing the sharp and cold blade of the dagger. He took out a dark red exquisite gift box from it, and then cautiously. He put the medicine in, cherished and pious, and then put the small box back in the secret compartment.

  In fact, what really cherishes is not the medicine that is hard to find in the world, but the medicine that a person gave him, and even more so... that person.

  Jin Yao lightly squinted his eyes, pressed down the dark color brewing in his eyes, withdrew from the memory, looked at the girl in front of him, curled his eyes.

   "Thank you for your medicine."

  I was not willing to use it. He wanted to keep the things she gave him until he died.

  Ranbai glanced at him, then gave a calm hum, and said nothing.

  She slipped her gaze onto the young man’s hand, and asked gently: "Do you know how to calligraphy?"

  Jin Yao said that he knows a thing or two.

   "Come with the main hall."

   witnessed the princess coming out of the study and returning to her attic, and it didn’t take long for the princess to take people out to the study’s butler: "..."

  It’s really wrong to declare adultery in the daytime, it’s wrong.

   But it doesn’t seem to be what he imagined?

  In the study room,

  Snow white rice paper is laid out flat, and the pen, ink, paper and ink should have it.

  A ray of sunlight leaked in, sketching the slender figure of a young man, with a clear snow clothes, like a person in a picture.

  A ray of sunlight leaked in, sketching the slender figure of a young man, with a clear snow clothes, like a person in a picture.

  The appearance of those white fingers with slender joints holding the brush is also pleasing to the eye.

  While his wrist was flipped, Jin Yao's pen tip fell, and he paused imperceptibly before writing down. He could feel the eyes of the princess looking at him, as cool as water without any emotion.

  The young man didn't change his expression, and wrote two words without hesitation.

  The large white sleeves are hanging down, the embroidered pear blossoms are elegant, and the sunlight falls like broken gold, and the pear blossoms are lifelike.

  Ranbai stood by, looking down, you could see the two characters written by Jin Yao.

  ——Your Highness.

  The young man's pen is elegant and introverted. It is a very clean handwriting. Like him, at first glance, there is still water flowing, the feeling of breeze and bright moon, solitary and deep, difficult to approach.

  Yan Bai watched for two seconds, and did not speak.

  Jin Yao could not see the expression of the princess, his fingertips paused slightly, his eyes dimmed.

  Do you not like it, or...

  Before Jin Yao could think of anything, the princess suddenly approached. She stood behind the young man, very close, with a faint rose fragrance on her body, and a silent sense of oppression.

  Jin Yao was slightly startled, and the darkness in his eyes became more and more intense.

Ran Bai held the juvenile's hand holding the brush, the temperature was very cold, like the first fresh snow in early winter, she looked calm, and lowered her eyes slightly, and used the juvenile's hand next to the word broken. It was written stroke by stroke.

  Jin Yao was slightly stiff at that moment.

  The sunlight is as fine as quicksand, it is just the right kind of gentleness, reflecting the shadow of two people.

  Princess red dress, unparalleled in the world, fierce and noble aura, unfathomable like a deep pool, she is behind the boy, holding the boy's hand, cold and ambiguous.

  The colors of blood red and snow white are intertwined into the most thrilling sense of fascination.

  The distance between the two people is close at hand, lingering with a faint pear flower fragrance.

  This is the closest time he and her are.

All the feelings of greed and bewilderment swept like a deep ocean. Jin Yao's long eyelashes were slightly drooping, and he could feel the cold temperature behind him. He stared at the princess's hand. In the place where no one else could see, the pair of dark as ink The eyes were slightly dizzy and red, surging silently, breaking out of the ice.

The princess moved the young man's hand, and the two words fell like flowing water. Her thin lips were close to the young man's ears, and the breath passed through his ears less than one centimeter away, and the falling voice was calm: "You can do this. ."

  Such ambiguous posture, but it is very cold, calm and not mixed with half the temperature, it is sinking and sobering.

  Jin Yao reflected the two words written by the princess in his sight.

   is his name.

  As the pen is flowing, it is the sharpness of the whole body, the unconcealed sharpness, and the dangerous and uninhibited aura. Such sharpness is just like her, as if she can see her ambition and ambition through her words, never sunset.

  (End of this chapter)