Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3269 God in the heart: The princess’s sick dahlia (23)

  Jin Yao can actually please such people.

but it does not matter.

  She will avenge her brother.

  Today she will tell Jinyao that status and status will always be a gap that a shameless concubine cannot bridge.

  His Royal Highness is even more unlikely to hit the Prime Minister’s Mansion in the face for a trivial actor.

  Thinking so,

A sweet smile soon appeared on Jin Ningfu's face.

  She watched the two go through ancient times, and greeted them kindly: "Your Highness, the Ninth Princess."

  Yan Bai's eyes glanced extremely faintly, a somewhat silent sense of oppression existed in it, she ignored it, walked straight past Jin Ningfu, and took a seat.

  Jin Ningfu smiled slightly stiff.

  Ning Yuan watched this scene calmly, with a clear and unmoving expression in his heart, and with a slight nod of courtesy, he walked over.

  Jin Ningfu stood there and took a deep breath.

  Behind her, there is a smile, and the young lady is picturesque, how can she be emotionally unstable and not in a good state.

When    turned around again, the smile on his face was still splendid and splendid.

  This banquet was hosted by Jin Ningfu on her own initiative. She sat at the main seat and was very accustomed to such occasions. She raised her glass and said a few words.

   looked like he accidentally hit the prince at the bottom right, and then retracted his gaze like a cowardly.

  Ning Chengjie moved slightly in his heart, holding the wine glass harder, but when his gaze hit the opposing purple-clothed, majestic figure, that good mood instantly disappeared.

  Ningbai!

  Ning Chengjie's face was uncertain.

  What did Jin Ningfu invite Ning Bai over?

  Originally, Ning Chengjie was flustered every day when he saw dye white in the face upwards, but now he saw dye white in the prime minister's mansion, and his body was even more chilled.

  The son-in-law sitting next to him silently looked at Ning Chengjie, then at the princess on the opposite side, shrank his neck, his eyes were better than his nose, and no one touched the mold.

  It's over, it's over!

  The prince and princess collided again!

  As long as these two people collide, nothing will happen!

   "I heard that His Royal Highness never participated in such occasions in the past. Being able to come today really makes my prime minister's mansion flourish." Jin Ningfu said with a smile.

   Dye Bai lazily leaned on the back of the chair, and gave an indifferent hum.

Um! NS! one! Voice!

  Jin Ningfu suddenly couldn't laugh.

  She just said a very normal polite remark, but any normal person should know what to say next.

  Ning Bai unexpectedly responded unceremoniously? !

Jin Ningfu gritted her teeth, her smile was a little unsustainable, she snorted softly, and after thinking of something, she returned to her smile, even more brilliant: "Everyone of you come today, I specially invited us to Chang'an City for the best The luthier from here is here to cheer up."

  Everyone listened to Jin Ningfu’s words: "!"

  There was a lot of discussion for a while, but they all said in a low voice.

  "Isn't it the one who dreamed of floating?"

   "In my opinion, it is 80%."

   "Apart from that, who would dare to be called the No. 1 Luthier in Beijing?"

   "Isn't it...what are you doing today? The dying rhythm is this."

  No one knows what happened the other day, and no one knows the luthier and the princess...cough cough cough, a bit unclear about the relationship.

  As a result, now Jin Ningfu invites everyone to Jin's house. What does this mean?

  After speaking,

  Jin Ningfu quietly glanced at the princess next to her.

  Unfortunately, Ranbai did not give any response. She lowered her eyes slightly, looking very cold and indifferent.

  Jin Ningfu curled the corners of her lower lip unconsciously.

  Jin Yao, ah Jin Yao.

Did you see it.

  This banquet was held in the back garden of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

   Rockery and flowing water, ancient charm of the long corridor.

  The gardens of the Prime Minister's Mansion are well-known in the capital.

Because there is a clear lake in the center of the garden, it is most suitable for swimming in the lake to gather the scenery, and a pavilion is built on the side of the lake. The shade of the tree blocks the sun, casting shadows, and layers of white yarns are hanging down. , Misty wants to fly, blocking the sound in the pavilion.

  And now,

  The sound of the guqin is heard from there.

   A translucent white yarn hangs from the front of the pavilion, while a guqin lies quietly there, stroking the strings with a pair of slender hands.

   Looking up, there are snow sleeves embroidered with elegant pear blossoms.

  A young man is like a jade, hard to find the second.

  Jin Yao's fingertips slightly flicked the strings, the quiet and far-reaching sound of the piano pouring from his fingertips, and he stared at the shadowy figure outside the translucent white gauze, you can see his purple clothes, high above and sharp and cool.

  A curve of joy and joy curled up around the boy's lips, and his eyes remained fixed on the princess for a moment.

  He knew that Jin Ningfu had asked him to come over, but he also knew that His Highness would come.

so,

he came.

Jin Ningfu has always known the identity of Jin Yao’s piano master, but she has never heard of Jin Yao playing the piano. Now, when she hears it, she subconsciously froze. .

  Jin Yao He...

  Jin Ning Fu pursed her lips, didn't let herself think so much.

  Danbai lazily playing with wine glasses, she was cold and sharp in an aura that no one would be close to. She calmly raised her eyes, and Feng Qingyun glanced at the pavilion lightly, drank a sip of strong wine with an unpredictable expression.

  At that moment.

  Jin Yao always stared at the princess piously, as if colliding in mid-air, but just like an illusion.

  The young man's fingertips paused slightly. He lowered his eyes and glanced at the guqin. It seemed that he paused for a moment, and then continued without moving.

  The sound of the guqin is so ancient that it entangles in the heart like smoke, until it reaches a certain syllable——

   paused suddenly.

   shows a sharp moment.

  Some people who like piano art were fascinated by it. At this moment, because the sound of the piano was interrupted, they were forced to wake up and look at the pavilion subconsciously.

"what happened?"

"I do not know……"

   "Why it stopped suddenly."

  "Isn't he known as the first luthier, can this kind of mistake be made?"

   "Ah." Jin Ningfu waited where she was thinking, with an uncontrollable smile in her eyes. She converged a little, and sat upright, pretending to be surprised: "It's because the strings are broken."

   "It's not a good sign that the string is broken." Jin Ningfu raised her eyebrows, "What's the matter with the son?"

  There was no sound in the pavilion, and it seemed extremely quiet for a while.

Jin Yao faintly looked at the broken string, the curvature of his thin lips mocked the darkness a bit, which was a hidden deep sense of world-weariness. He was indifferent and didn't care about it. He just looked through the white gauze. The princess, who had always been aloof, had the paranoid mood in her eyes too hot and dull.

  He knew Jin Ningfu wanted to embarrass him.

  But he is also betting.

  Just bet...

  His Royal Highness cares about him, no matter what he cares about.

  Possessiveness or something else, even if it is a plaything, it doesn’t matter, he is willing to be her own plaything.

  At least people like princesses have cold, arrogant and noble nature, and will never allow others to move their own people.

  (End of this chapter)