Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3301 God in the heart: The princess’s sick dahlia (55)

"I teach you!"

"Ah."

If   ranbai knew what to say, she wouldn’t be here today to talk to Feng Luo.

   "Host, just say, one day is not like three autumns! The moon represents my heart~" Feng Luo felt that he was witty, it was a clever cleverness, and he gave himself a thumbs-up with joy.

  Dyeing white: "Go away."

  Feng Luo was instantly pierced into reality from a dream, with arrows prickling his heart, and a lot of pain.

  Is it bad! ! !

Isn't    bad! !

  Dyeing white did not write any more. After folding the envelope, he tied it to the mouth of the pigeon. The cold fingertips stroked the soft feathers, lazily, and his voice was weak: "Go."

  The pigeon turned his eyes to look at the girl, then fluttered its wings and flew away. After circling a few times in the air, the pigeon flew into the distance and disappeared.

  There was a white feather falling silently in the sky, spinning in the wind, returning to nowhere.

  Beijing is thousands of miles away from the border, and it will take some time even for flying pigeons.

  When Jin Yao received his reply, it was in the evening one day later.

  The army had just fought a victory and the enemy was defeated. At this time, the morale of the generals in the city rose greatly, which was greatly encouraged.

   "Thanks to you for this battle." General Liu Yu, who was also the coach this time, had just returned from outside the city when the man who had taken the initiative to invite him to the court had just returned from outside the city.

  The clear and pleasant tone cuts through the night, as clear as ice and snow but indifferent.

   "The general is humble."

  Liu Yu laughed and glanced at the boy beside him.

  A silver-white icy military armor, reflecting sharp lights in the night, his figure is extraordinarily slender and tall, arrogant and abstinent.

  You can see the exquisite and cold side profile, which looks a bit sharp and deep in the night. The lines from the straight and tall nose to the thin lips are clean and clear, which is particularly pleasing to the eye.

  It was clearly marching and fighting. There were a group of big men in the barracks, who were usually rough.

  As a result, a young boy suddenly appeared.

  The appearance is stunning, the lips are red and the teeth are white, it is really a good bone, the eyebrows are sharp, and a mole of tears.

  The complexion is still cold and white, and I haven't seen the slightest tan for so many years.

  The temperament is cold and cold, which is different from the coldness of alienation, it is the kind of noble and indifferent that is carved in the bones.

  This kind of person is not like an ordinary soldier, but more like an elegant young man in Beijing's Xianyi Numa.

   But it turns out.

  The cruelty and indifference of the young man on the battlefield was really unexpected. It seemed that what became the dead soul under his sword was not a living human life at all, but as low as weeds, unable to shock the slightest waves in the deep pool.

  The victory of this battle was also inseparable from the strategy proposed by Jin Yao.

  "I know what's going on in my heart, so don't deny it anymore." Liu Yu said with a smile.

Jin Yaoqing glanced at him coldly, his jet-black eyes became even more deep against the night. The clear and gentle disguise of the past disappeared when the princess was away, and his face showed an aggressive and sharp beauty. This kind of temperament was born indifferent and bloody.

  He remembered the letter in his heart, and carefully calculated that it was time to reply. He was a little absent-minded, his thin lips were lightly opened, and the sound quality was cold and pleasant: "It's not early, I'll go back first."

  Liu Yu nodded, “I’m tired for a day today, take a good rest. I will concentrate on my energy tomorrow.”

  Jin Yao nodded coldly, turned and left.

  Liu Yu looked at the slender and expensive back of the boy when he left, thinking,

  He really met a baby this time.

  When you have the opportunity to go back, you must talk to your Highness, it is best to earn this young man under his command. With this ability, he will definitely make a big difference in the future!

  Liu Yu thought in his heart, becoming more satisfied.

  I didn't know the treasure he was looking for, and wanted to recommend him to his Highness, but he was already the eldest princess.

  When Jin Yao returned to his room in the city, the candlelight was extinguished, and the room was dark and quiet.

  The young man lit the candle slowly, and the light leaped up, just to light up the pigeon that had stopped on the window lattice, and perched there quietly.

  Jin Yao vaguely curled the corners of his lower lip, his original cold temperament vanished in an instant, and he bent his eyes contentedly.

  The young man approached and took off the envelope. The carrier pigeon flapped its wings affectionately, trying to rub his master's arm.

   was avoided because of the habitual cleanliness of teenagers.

  When Jin Yao opened the envelope, he could see the very eye-catching reply on it.

  Such simple, clear and calm words.

  The boy chuckled softly, overflowing from the depths of his throat.

  The white fingertips were gently lifted against the edge of the envelope, and he carefully rubbed the black letters on the white paper and walked along the outline of the font.

  The corners of his lips curled into a pathologically happy curve, and he sighed softly, like a lover murmured: "It's so cute..."

   His Highness has always been cold-hearted.

  Before Jin Yao wrote, he expected that the princess would not respond.

   But still magically happy because of every detail.

  The young man’s long eyelashes are slightly drooping, and the arc is alluring. When he lowers his eyes, his thin lips gently kiss the words on the envelope. The cold white moonlight just falls on it, as if the young man is carrying a gentle moonlight on his lips.

   and far away in the capital,

  Prime Minister's Mansion.

  Jin Shuotian had been playing wildly with Hupengouyou for a day. At this moment, he staggered back drunk, only to see a familiar figure on the way back to the room.

  The night of late autumn is deep and cold, and winter is about to enter, and the sound of the wind brings a bit of coolness.

  The figure standing under the tree was stiff, and the light flickered by. For a moment, he couldn't see what it looked like, like a sculpture silent in the dark night.

  Jin Shuotian's originally somewhat chaotic, unconscious mind somehow awakened in the cold wind, and became a little more awake.

   "Mother?" Jin Shuotian stomped a drink. I don't know why Lin Jiayun is here at so late.

Lin Jiayun stood under the tree, her eyes fixed on Jin Shuotian, she stared at Jin Shuotian, her body was trembling slightly, she didn't know how much strength she had used to control her emotions and not let her collapse, her fingers clenched hard. The handkerchief is cold white!

  It is obviously the son she raised since childhood...

  How could it not be.

How can it be!

   But looking at Jin Shuotian without the slightest similar eyebrows, thinking back to Jin Shuotian's increasingly inconspicuous temperament over the years, there is nothing like her.

  There is not a single place.

  Lin Jiayun only felt a chill swept across her body, and her heart trembled violently at that moment.

  The totally unbelievable truth.

   "What's the matter, mother?" Jin Shuotian was uncomfortable being stared at like that. He always felt frizzy in his heart, frowning and asking suspiciously.

  The handkerchief was silently deformed by her, and it was crumpled. Jin Shuotian did not notice such a detail.

  Lin Jiayun stared at Jin Shuotian, her eyes deep, almost gritted her teeth, word by word squeezed out from between her teeth...

  　 Merry Christmas, dear little ones, He Ping is safe, everything goes well.

  (End of this chapter)