The Third Thousand Two Hundred and Sixty-Seventh Chapters of the Gods in the Heart: The Princess's Sick Piano Teacher (18)

If it weren't for the wind blowing at that time and the swaying branches in the courtyard, perhaps such a scene would be like a still painting, frozen in the depths of time.

Jin Yao stayed in the Princess Mansion for a long time, until it was night, the weather was slightly cold, and the moon and stars were sparse.

During this period, apart from the inadvertently cold ambiguity, they only had a real breeze-like time to get along with each other.

The princess didn't open her mouth to keep anyone, and she didn't mean that, but sent Jin Yao back in person.

The dream of floating at night is the paradise in the minds of many people?

Luxurious and prosperous, brightly lit.

Jin Yao got off the carriage of the princess' mansion, and whispered to the elegant look in red inside: "Thank you princess."

"This hall brings people back, of course they will be sent back." Ranbai's tone was light, and the voice fell, she lifted the curtain, got out of the car elegantly and indifferently, and walked into Meng Fusheng.

The light and shadow are dim and shadowy.

There are beautiful smiles and laughter everywhere, which fascinates people's souls.

When Dianbai came in, that face was really eye-catching, but the sober people didn't dare to provoke them when they saw the manner in which they were dressed.

But there are people who are not sober.

When Jin Shuotian had such an accident during the day, he felt ashamed, and he came to Mengfusheng to have fun before it was dark.

Because of the negative anger drinking glass by glass, the whole person is drunk and confused, not sober, and can only see the beauty in front of him.

"Young Master Jin, have another drink." Meng Fusheng, a famous oiran, smiled and persuaded Jin Shuotian to drink.

Jin Shuotian was enjoying it very comfortably, just about to drink it, his eyes glanced out at will, but he fixed on a person and stopped directly!

Even though Jin Shuotian is dizzy now, he can recognize the girl in red downstairs at a glance, who is definitely the one who killed his horse during the day!

To cause him to lose so much face in front of the people is really courting death!

In a fit of anger, Jin Shuotian threw all reason out of Jiuxiaoyun, completely forgetting the identity of that person, pushing the woman beside him, and rushing downstairs.

Ranbai went straight to Jin Yao's residence in Meng Fusheng, who knew that just after entering, he directly bumped into a short-sighted person to block the way.

Looking a little familiar.

The memory of dyed white has always been excellent. Although I have never read it carefully, I can always remember it at a glance during the day.

"Stop, stop—!" Jin Shuotian rushed downstairs in a confused manner, smelling of alcohol, even the brocade clothes couldn't hide the arrogant aura unique to the playboy on his body. It wasn't that he was born so arrogant. people hate.

Jin Yao was at the side of the princess, and when he saw Jin Shuotian for the first time, his eyes darkened slightly, like a faint black hole, which could devour people.

"It's you, why move this young master's horse?!" Jin Shuotian completely forgot the human-like image he pretended to be in front of others when he was so drunk, and his corrupt nature was undoubtedly exposed. It attracted the attention of many people present.

Ranbai smiled, but she didn't have the slightest warmth. Every day, she could meet some people with spoiled interest. It was really boring. She was indifferent, and her tone was cold: "Are you talking to this hall?"

Jin Shuotian's eyes widened, he didn't seem to think that the person in front of him was not afraid of his identity, but dared to speak like that.

He was about to rebuke, but the words just came to his mouth, but he felt a chilling chill, and the fine chill ran up from his back, as if he was being stared at by some beast, Jin Shuo's world consciousness trembled, blurred His eyes suddenly hit a clean and clear figure like ice and snow!

Cold as snow in the sky.

Familiar yet unfamiliar.