In the box,

Feng Xiao's long finger paused obviously, and the sharp and narrow Danfeng eyes looked straight at the direction of the opposite sound source.

The sound line of Qingtian Microsoft overlapped with the word "thank you" that fell on the streets of Chang'an that night.

The tip of Feng Xiao's tongue gently touched his upper jaw, and Jun Yan was filled with a specious smile.

Um

It's her.

The price has been fried to 340000 Liang.

He said, "four hundred thousand taels."

The voice fell out of thin air. Ning Yu'an frowned slightly. After two seconds of silence, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The girl was silent and didn't raise the price.

Although she said she liked this glass lamp, the man helped her last time. Now the childe likes it, how can she compete again.

The glass lamp was finally photographed by Feng Xiao.

At the end of the auction, half an hour later.

Ning Yu'an came out of the box and prepared to go back to the palace.

But before walking out of the door of the auction house, he was suddenly caught up by a servant and politely shouted, "miss."

Call her?

Ning Yu'an stopped his pace slightly and looked sideways, gentle and elegant without losing alienation.

"Miss, this is a gift from our young Lord." the servant sincerely handed the exquisite gift box to the girl with both hands.

Ning Yu was stunned. She looked down at the low luxury and beautiful gift box and guessed what it was.

"I don't know your young Lord, how can I accept his gift." the girl's voice is soft and pleasant, but there is a lot of cold and noble spirit belonging to the royal family.

Obviously refused.

The girl was reserved, polite and generous: "thank him for his kindness. Please go back."

The servant was obviously embarrassed and remembered the death order of his young master.

Just as Ning Yu'an was about to turn and leave,

But suddenly I heard the light magnetic and pleasant voice, mixed with a bit of cynical smile, which was particularly exciting.

"Girl, stay."

Ning Yu settled down. She turned slightly and could just see your son walking down the solid wood stairs.

A black brocade dress embroidered with silver and white lines shows a cold color. It is bound with a man's body shape of Zhilan Yushu and a cold sense of dignity.

The face that has not been covered by the mask is sharp and beautiful, like the most perfect art, like a God.

It's him.

Ning Yu'an only took a look and recognized who the slender man in front of him was.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly and half covered her soft eyes. "What's the matter, childe?"

"Please accept the glass lamp. It's my gift." Feng Xiao smiled lazily between her eyebrows and eyes. She was gentle and abstinent, but she was inexplicably evil.

His bright red and beautiful thin lips opened gently, and a clear tone lingered between his words, as if immersed in sake.

"Nine princesses."

That voice buckled into the bottom of her heart. The girl's face was slightly red, elegant and soft. The originally beautiful apricot eyes were like the spring rain of apricot flowers in the south of the Yangtze River next season.

She is self-restraint and articulate. She is a real lady of the family: "sorry..."

The words of rejection were not yet complete. Feng Xiao understood it clearly and interrupted lightly, "I have some friendship with old general Zhou. I wanted to visit Zhou's house today. I always wanted to give gifts."

He smiled rather than smiled. He was evil and cunning: "if the princess doesn't accept it, it must be accepted on behalf of old general Zhou."

General Zhou is Ning Yu'an's grandfather.

The girl looked at the young man in front of her, hesitated briefly and nodded slightly.

"Yu'an thanked you for Grandpa first."

"Don't be so strange." Feng Xiao approached carelessly, and his dark sleeve crossed the arc of the air like the wind. "Feng has always heard of the name of the nine princesses."

He lifted his thin and sweet lips, gentle and elegant: "it's a great honor to see you today."

Ning Yu'an had never seen such a person or heard such a good voice. The word she said was magnetic and provocative, which made her feel very like a greedy summer night. She accidentally drank a pot of wine. She was so drunk that her heart beat faster.

"Better be safe." the girl has always been a reserved and reserved girl. She has never returned to herself and alienated outsiders. This is the first time that she said her name so seriously with a little unspeakable selfishness.

The girl's clear glazed eyes reflect the shadow of Jun. her eyebrows and eyes are warm and beautiful. Her soft lips are closed one by one. She is very serious and serious, with an unknown milk Meng, "give you peace of mind."

"The moral is very good." the young man narrowed his deep Danfeng eyes and smiled: "fengxiao."

He said, "a phoenix with a phoenix in flight holds a flute for one person."

Phoenix flute.

Prince of Dingyuan marquis.

The most noble eldest son.

Ning Yu'an stepped back slightly. Her white earlobes were filled with beautiful crimson, and the temperature was slightly hot.

"I'll go first." she whispered softly, "see you, son."

Feng Xiao said two words: "goodbye."

Feng Xiao didn't take back her eyes until she saw the girl disappear from her sight.

His eyebrows were clear and meaningful, mixed with the evil of the stars, sighed gently, and whispered like falling leaves returning to their roots: "it's so cute."

The moon fell into his arms, with a bright and gentle light.

It's his luck.

The heartbeat that has been silent for several years, because the lights on the ten mile long street in Chang'an are brilliant, and the girl fell in his arms at that moment, such as the sharp beat of withered trees in spring, can never deceive people.

He will leave his moon and hug her.

The servants next to them silently pressed the creepy feeling in their hearts. Their son actually praised a girl as cute!

I've been away from girls for several years. I even hate that the person who once directly threw the whole dress because he was touched by the corner of his clothes should praise a girl!

The man swallowed his saliva.

They suddenly felt that their future imperial concubine was promising.

Feng Xiao pondered and ordered in a low voice, "go to visit the general's house."

The girl he likes is a lady of the family, elegant and reserved.

You need to figure it out slowly.



Princess House,

Pear Pavilion.

Only a young man, white as snow, ethereal unreal.

Jin Yao ignored the letter sent by the man before.

Just now

Jin Yao looked up at the bookshelf. He had read the classics of the art of war countless times, thanks to a gift he met several years ago.

He knew his feelings were weak and he didn't like anything.

It is well known that he loves pear flowers, but he is not.

It's just a habit.

Whether it's Guqin or art of war, it's the same. Once you get used to it, you don't quit.

Just after meeting the princess,

Everything became more insipid.

She is the only one in his world.

So what she wants.

He gave it to me.

There was another sunset in the sky, and the twilight was getting heavier.

He looked down at the letter, indifferent and delicate eyebrows, folded the letter, put it next to the candlestick, and watched the snow-white letter paper swallowed up by a fire.

Jin Yao was not a zither player of mengfusheng before.