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

Jin Ningfu probably never dreamed that this would be the case, let alone why her boat leaked.

After a while, Jin Ningfu passed through the shadow of almost drowning for the rest of her life, breathing heavily, soaked and shivering in the April sky.

She bit her lips that were blue with cold, and apologized, and asked everyone to rest in the guest room of the Prime Minister's Mansion. You might as well stay for a night.

Feng Luo watched the normal banquet very deeply throughout the whole process, and finally sincerely exchanged his thoughts with Ranbai.

"Host, the male and female protagonists and the outsiders all ended in falling into the water. Is the theme of today's banquet a chicken in soup?"

Ranbai smiled, clear and lazy and indifferent: "Maybe?"

"I feel it's possible." Feng Luo nodded solemnly: "It happens to be a threesome, and we can be companions for each other."

Um.

Very good.

Quietly suspecting that the host and the official partner are very similar, they made the three people fall into the water.

Simply lost (dry) heart (get) sick (floating) crazy (bright).

Ranbai didn't plan to leave the Prime Minister's Mansion just like that, she walked to the guest room unhurriedly.

I met someone on the way.

"Your Highness."

The young man in front of him was dressed in blue, his tone was calm and restrained, and his excellent appearance was exactly the same as the portrait he had seen in Fengyi Palace before.

"Can I talk to His Highness?"

Ranbai stood there condescendingly, her thin lips slightly raised a smile that was not a smile, and then she refused coldly and casually: "No."

The voice fell,

She walked by without stopping.

Xiao Yunxuan's thin lips pursed lightly, looking at the straight and arrogant back of the princess, the subtle emotions in his eyes flashed away.

Ning Yanzhi did not choose to stay, but left the Prime Minister's Mansion directly.

He turned down the invitations of several other young masters, and stood lazily and indifferently by the carriage and waited for others.

The young man was dressed dazzlingly, young and unrestrained, with a very slender figure, handsome and three-dimensional profile, when he was not smiling, he was cold and unapproachable. It was not until he saw the figure walking out of the Prime Minister's residence that he curled the corner of his lips. A slight smile appeared.

"Yuan." His voice was low and sweet, mixed with a clear smile, "Go back together."

When Ning Yuan came out with the rabbit in her arms, she saw the tall and jade-like young man at first sight. Her thin lips parted lightly, which was not a normal title for the royal brother and brother of the royal family. It was natural and intimate to call her. With a voice: "Brother."

Facing the halo at dusk, the girl outlined a gentle and delicate profile. The horizon was filled with orange-yellow warmth. The bright stars seemed to fall in her almond eyes, and walked gracefully.

Ning Yanzhi asked Ning Yu'an to get on the carriage first, and then he went up by himself. The sleeves fluttered like a flowing wind. When he remembered something, he asked lazily, "An An, are you familiar with the eldest princess?"

After all, there was almost no communication before.

"It's alright." Ning Yu'an folded his hands together, the joints were long and delicate, very fair, and his beautifully curved lower jaw gently rested on the back of his hand, and those misty eyes looked at the young man, "What's wrong?"

Ning Yanzhi squinted his eyes slightly, those eyes were romantic, and when they were slightly provoked, they showed a youthful and unruly attitude, and sometimes they showed a bit of sternness.

He was silent for a long time, his slender fingers raised the curtain of the car, glanced at the prosperous scene on the Chang'an street, chuckled lightly, a bit ruffian, and asked cynically: "How does the eldest princess compare to the crown prince?"

The young man asked lightly, and his words were magnanimous, as if the question did not contain so much silent gunpowder.