Jin Yao stared at the hands of the two holding each other, and the darkness surged in his eyes.

But at this moment—

A black Tibetan mastiff rushed out from somewhere. His strong body and manic performance scared everyone around him, and they all avoided the distance and were afraid to hurt themselves.

The Tibetan mastiff rushed around and made a low threatening sound from his throat. He shouted at the wild white woolly, and pounced on the next second, with his paws passing through the cold light in the night.

The night is as cool as water, the moon is as curved as a hook, like a cold sword that is unsheathed.

Jin Yao's eyes slowly sank, and a piece of the dagger hidden in his sleeve was slightly exposed, and the cold and dazzling.

Ranbai made a quick move. She was in a good mood today, especially at this moment, so she did not see blood directly. Instead, Feng Qingyundan kicked over and kicked the Tibetan mastiff that was about to jump up.

The owner of the Tibetan Mastiff probably did not expect the Tibetan Mastiff to run out by himself. At this moment, he rushed over and saw this scene, especially when he saw the Tibetan Mastiff lying on the ground in his home, he frowned.

He glanced at Ranbai. He didn't recognize it because of the mask, but he could tell that his noble character was definitely not low.

The young master frowned and walked to Ranbai, apologized without sincerity. Then he didn't even look at it, and left with the whimpering Tibetan mastiff.

Perhaps if Ranbai's status is not that high, the young master would still stand up for the Tibetan mastiff that was kicked over to the ground in his house.

Ranbai did not intend to expose his identity here, but it was just a small episode and did not take it to heart.

The princess said quietly: "Go back."

The boy stood there, paused, and then smiled very elegantly, as cold as jade: "Can you go back first?"

Ranbai glanced at Jinyao, but didn't ask Jinyao what else to do, but just turned around and left.

Jin Yao kept staring at the princess's back until she could no longer see it. Without the intake of light, the boy's dark eyes seemed even deeper, like a deep abyss.

He turned around and headed in another direction.

It is dark late at night, and no matter how human fireworks are warm and devour the world, they do not belong to Jinyao.

He was born to fall into the abyss and was tempered and grown up from hell.

"Tick, tick..."

The red blood beads dripped on the ground and invaded the soil along the gap.

In the darkness,

A pair of fingers with slender joints and distinctively like works of art gently and carefully wiped a blood-stained dagger, with slow movements and noble elegance.

Look up,

The man had a pair of eyes that looked like abyss.

A little tear mole is breathtaking.

…

Ning Yu'an sneaked out of the palace tonight alone to play. The nights in the capital are very prosperous, but Ning Yu'an is rare, so there are some novelties.

The slender and graceful girl has picturesque eyebrows and eyes, gentle faces on her side, reserved and square, and generous.

Just blinking the fine and curly eyelashes, the almond eyes reflected the light of the stars, giving a soft and cute smell.

Ning Yuan didn't know what day it was, so when the bustling crowd became more crowded, she frowned slightly.

The streets of Chang'an are brightly lit, like stars falling to the world.

Everyone was pushing forward, and the girl's slender figure was particularly eye-catching.

I don’t know if someone hit me, but in a hurry, Ning Yuan shook his body slightly, subconsciously staggered a few steps, and fell backwards.

He accidentally bumped into the cold and hard chest and fell into the man's arms. The top of his hair just rubbed through a beautiful and fair jaw with a curve. The slightly cool temperature and the light and cold fragrance lingered around him in an instant.

At that moment, Ning Yuan was completely confused, his mind was blank and he didn't react.

The distance and unfamiliar temperature that have never been so intimate have burned the mind.

The man was slender and upright, with a petite girl half-turning in his arms, which could easily be held and covered the figure.

A tall and fair hand held the girl's slender and soft waist with sturdy body, stabilizing Ning Yu'an's body, very graceful without direct contact, the cold fragrance was slightly cool, and with the sound of the wind falling into Ning Yu'an's ears miraculously isolated all the noise around.

The low and pleasant voice has its unique magnetism, like a cello playing gently, a bit lazy, mixed with an indescribable cold and evil spirit, a calm and alienated demeanor.

"Are you okay, girl?"

The light and shadow fell on the land of Chang'an Street, shading the slightest light.

Ning Yuan came to her senses, and immediately stood up as if frightened, and took several steps away. Her clothes were slapped in the air, as if the starlight was broken. As she turned around, her eyes hit the figure, and her apricot eyes that were covered with the misty rain of Jiangnan reflected the shadow of the Feng Xiao.

The young man was wearing a mysterious dress, with dark cloud sleeves, delicate and restrained, and his body was particularly elegant and slender. He was a noble person who was unique to the nobles. Standing in the glory of the ten-mile long street, he was like a god landing on earth.

It’s a pity that I can’t see my face clearly with a mask.

Ning Yuan glanced at him quickly, blushed his face, whispered thanks, then quickly turned around and left, and his figure quickly disappeared among the bustling crowd.

Feng Xiao raised his delicate eyebrows lightly and looked at the empty scene in front of him.

The soft and sweet sound of a girl is still echoing in her ears.

It was a night tour of Chang'an City, but unexpectedly, a girl would run into her arms, and she fell into her arms, like the moon in the sky, without warning.

He narrowed his narrow and long phoenix eyes, his eyes as deep as the starry night, as if he was thinking, and he laughed, lazy and evil.

Really...like a rabbit.

Very cute.

…

The moon is as cool as water, and the night is cold.

Jinjia,

Covered in the darkness, only sparks were seen.

The night wind is a little chilling. A light and elegant woman is about thirty or forty years old. She still has charm and has a bit of pitiful temperament for no reason. She walks on the soft stone road.

"San Auntie, be careful of catching a cold, let's go back." The maid standing behind her whispered.

The woman's name is Zhao Huiya, who is the third concubine married by Jin Zhong and the most unpopular one. She is placed in Jin Mansion, which everyone can bully.

At the same time, it is...

Jinyao's biological mother.

Zhao Huiya paced back and forth, feeling a little uneasy in her heart. She bit her lips and felt upset and didn't say anything.

Since she heard that Jin Yao returned to Jin Mansion today, even if she was just playing the piano, her heart was still full of fear, fearing that something should not have happened.

She wanted to find Jinyao, but it was inconvenient. At this moment, Zhao Huiya felt a little sad.

Why didn't you die directly?

Why does it appear...

Maybe she shouldn't be soft-hearted if she is a little earlier.

So much so that such a future is left behind now.

Zhao Huiya kept biting her lips tightly, her expression was unclear, but when she saw a figure from afar, she suddenly became stunned.

Jin Shuotian looked gloomy and strided by, with such eyes shining with the chill of night, and he didn't notice Zhao Huiya at all.
Chapter completed!