So Ning Chengjie was furious in Jinfu and then left.

Jin Ningfu was also very aggrieved. She also complained to Ning Chengjie for why she had nothing to do. She also lost her face because she couldn't do anything to light skills. She even lost her face. She also ruined some precious water moon flowers, which made her scolded her by her father.

"Mom, it's all because of Jin Yao!!" Jin Ningfu had just been scolded by Jin Zhong, and was feeling aggrieved in her heart. At this moment, she threw herself into her mother's arms with red eyes and cried, "If it weren't for Jin Yao today, it wouldn't be like this... I was scolded by my father just now... "

Lin Jiayun is the wife of the prime minister's wife, who is married to Jin Zhongming, and is also a noble daughter. She is a good match with Jin Zhong. She has a noble character and is ruthless inside.

Listening to her daughter's complaint, Lin Jiayun frowned. When she mentioned Jin Yao, she felt very uncomfortable. At this moment, she asked in a deep voice: "Jin Yao is just a concubine son, not to mention that she had been sentenced to death at the beginning. Even if she is still alive and fallen outside, the Jin Mansion will not recognize him. What kind of morality is it that you, a daughter, are you calculating with an actor?"

Jin Ningfu was already wronged, and now she complained to Lin Jiayun just to seek comfort. Unexpectedly, she was responsible for her duties. She pouted and said in a depressed tone: "I just don't like it."

Lin Siyun sighed deeply, and had no choice but to be helpless about her daughter who had been spoiled since childhood and had developed a arrogant and willful personality. She stretched out her finger and gently tapped Jin Ningfu's forehead.

"I understand this matter, don't worry about it anymore. Jinfu, you have to know that what you need to do most now is to keep the prince's heart and confirm the position of the prince's concubine. In the future, you will be a person who will be in charge of the world and have a higher temperament."

Jin Ningfu was also very proud when she mentioned this. She raised her chin and felt that she would sooner or later become the most noble woman in the world: "I understand."

"That mother, I'm going to sleep." She said farewell softly.

Lin Jiayun watched Jin Ningfu walk out. She had light makeup on her face, which was not gorgeous, but it was in line with the demeanor she should have. At this moment, her expression was a little dim and in the swaying candlelight.

She stretched out her hand and touched the position of her heart. When she thought of Jin Yao, she felt uncomfortable in her heart. The empty and strange lingered with complex and indescribable emotions, which made her always have a bored attitude towards the young man in white who had never seen him several times.

…

The dusk is thousands of miles away, and the darkness is everywhere.

As evening approaches, the last faint trace of the sky disappears.

"Your Highness, the young master was invited to the study by the prime minister." The secret guard who belonged to the princess's mansion was ordered to monitor Jin Yao and report the information.

When the princess came to the guest room, she asked someone to remove the incense, probably because the clear and clean pear blossom fragrance of Jinyao was too pleasant to smell, and now she is not used to other incense.

I stayed in the Prime Minister's Mansion because Jin Yao did not leave, but now I even went to the study.

"Get back." Ran Bai said lightly, recalling the way he saw Jin Yao's eyes when he was in Meng Fusheng before, and he blurted out his words, that tone...

It seems that the relationship is very close.

Ranbai lightly tapped the table with his fingertips, and finally got up and left the room directly. His back was particularly cold and solemn in the gradually dark night.

In the study room,

Jin Zhong sat there with a calm expression. He made a cup of tea himself. His sharp eyes sank a little while the mist sank.

"Jinyao." He said with a very cold and unfeeling feeling, oh no, maybe with a little undetectable disgust: "You have grown your skills."

The last time Jin Shuotian incident, this time the banquet.

Jin Zhong’s disbelief has nothing to do with Jin Yao.

The boy stood there, with a slender and straight figure, and a cold and noble temperament, like a tall green pine in winter, lonely and cold: "By the Prime Minister."

Jin Zhong suddenly put the teacup he had picked up again on the table, making a "bang" sound, and a few drops of tea splashed out.

"Did you forget that you still have the blood of the Jin family on you?!"

"I thought..." Such a voice accompanied by the condensed atmosphere in the study and the dark night, which made people feel nervous for no reason, but the boy's expression did not change at all, "The Prime Minister has long forgotten."

Jin Zhong took a deep breath and stared at the young man's delicate and elegant face.

Jin Zhong knew that Jin Yao was beautiful.

If a man had such a look, wouldn’t that be the Lan Yan disaster?

What's more, the person he thought he had been dead for a long time actually became Meng Fusheng's piano player and became more and more famous!

The identity of the actor is simply a stain on the Jin family from generation to generation, and has insulted the Jin family.

"Listen to me." Jin Zhong's tone was a habitual order, and it was completely undiscussed. "Hurry up and leave Mengfusheng, don't let others know that you have any relationship with the Jin family. You can't stay there! How can the Jin family have a face?!"

Did he let Jin Zhong watch his children become actors every day and play the piano for others?

"I'm afraid the Prime Minister won't do it."

"You-" Jin Zhong was very annoyed, especially when the banquet was about not big or small.

However, the recent incidents made him feel very bad, and he reached an extreme at this moment.

Listening to the young man whispering to the prime minister, distant and unfeeling, Jin Zhong felt a sense of nameless fire running out in his heart. There were only two of them in the study, and the servant had long been sent out by Jin Zhong, so Jin Zhong had no scruples at this moment.

"Jinyao, I am your father!" He said in a deep voice, approaching the young man, and determined to teach Jinyao a lesson. Don't think that having Your Highness can do whatever you want. With such an identity, it is just a toy in front of the powerful. How sincere can you be?

Jin Zhong's anger surged into his heart, raised his right hand high, slapped the boy's face, and accidentally bumped into Jin Yao's eyes.

The dark night was far less than Jin Yao's eyes, and it seemed like ghosts and monsters were all surging silently. Jin Zhong saw the boy's tongue gently licking his thin red lips, and smiled at him, revealing the shade and coldness of late autumn and winter.

At that moment,

Jin Zhong felt a sense of fear in his heart. In that second, his movements stiffened, but he had no chance to take action again.

Because the door of the study room, which was originally closed, was suddenly kicked open by someone!

Jin Zhong's pupils suddenly shrank!

The figure, against the cold night, was wearing purple clothes and shrouded the wind and slayed, and broke in unscrupulously. It was very high, clear and lazy, with a strong and oppressive aura.

"Does the Prime Minister touch the people in this palace want to slap the palace in the face?"
Chapter completed!