The princess is the only one, and the exception is the exception.

Ranbai watched the boy play with makeup with his own eyes. His originally delicate and fair facial features were even more beautiful. Unlike the coldness of usual, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were raised and closed, and the aura of demons was swaying, as if he was a bewitching demon. The tears mole under the corner of his left eye was even more contrasting with the beauty's skin and bones.

She looked at the boy's delicate and elegant makeup action, and her eyes fixed on the tear mole.

Before this, Ranbai had never heard of Jinyao's play.

She doesn't often come into plays and rarely listens to plays.

But she needs to face it a little now.

It turns out that someone can really interpret something that wasn't that interesting so much. She thought it was amazing.

Jin Yao was a cappella singer, but he put on a costume and changed into a costume.

The snow-white belt tied the young man's slender figure, and the costumes were exquisite and cumbersome, which set off the boy's cold and contradictory temperament.

When Jinyao opened his mouth.

Only the young man's clear and pleasant sound of the play echoed in the air, and every word lingers out from his bright red lips, as if he tells his life's love, quietly making people intoxicated, bringing people into the world of the play, and unable to get out of the play for a long time.

Listening to him singing the opera for the first time, it only takes a moment.

The princess was dressed in red, sharp and noble, and at this moment she was leaning casually against the back of the chair, and her peach blossom eyes reflected the figure of the boy.

Dreams of living and living in a dream are better than heaven and earth, and the prosperity and splendor of Chang'an City, ten miles long streets are full of traffic, and a red sand lamp at the corners of the eaves of the towers, the light is crushed in the night.

The sound of singing overflows the lips and teeth, lingers in the night wind, and goes far away.

The water sleeves are slightly folded, and the snow is shining when they fall together. The young man is ripe orchid and elegant, like a person in a painting, with a tear mole on the corner of his eyes, and he is passionate and cold.

It is the lonely soul that shatters the world and performs the joys and sorrows of others in the opera.

As the play begins and falls, Jin Yao's beautiful and well-behaved eyes seem to be sucking the deepest darkness, with a faint light floating, staring at the princess in a daze, with a deep blush in her eyes opening, sick and pious.

Who are the people singing about in the play, and who are the people outside the play?

From the beginning to the end of the song, only in the morning and evening, all the joys, angers, sorrows, and happiness are all integrated into the play, as if expressing the love of life to the guest outside the play, and then I hope to promise this life in the play.

The play ends and the scene falls.

Who will disperse?

The water sleeves fell lightly, like flowing clouds and fine snow. The young man's cold love was also evil, and he walked towards the princess step by step.

The sound that fell in my ears was clear and mellow, and I felt a little dumb after singing the opera: "Your Highness, offended."

As he finished speaking, the boy's long eyelashes half covered the deep and dark color that was settled in his eyes. His slender and distinct fingers gently tucked the white hand and pressed it aside. The temperature at his fingertips was as cold as a handful of snow. The deep affection almost overflowed from his low eyes, and kissed the princess' lips in love and gave him a deep kiss.

At a distance of closeness, the young and trembling eyelashes can be seen.

"The opera is good." The princess raised her eyes slightly, smiled softly, and asked casually: "Who are you singing about?"

The young man whispered in his ears: "Jin Yao is happy with His Highness, loves His Highness, and is happy with His Highness."

Who else can I tell you about love and outsiders in the play?

The princess's expression was calm and calm, unfathomable. She was held by the boy with one hand and didn't care. She lazy kissed the tear mole for a long time and wanted to kiss her straight and calm tone: "Young Master, whether in or outside the play, this palace is the only person you are."

So his love story in the play was unexpected, so he could only tell her.

"Honored."

The breeze rolls the fragrance of pear blossoms, and the moonlight holds the strings of the piano.

When Ranbai left Mengfusheng, he did not let Jinyao send him off.

The princess walked out of the room alone and walked along the long corridor of carved beams and painted buildings. At the end, she could see a boy in red. She looked like a fairy-like temperament, but she did not look feminine at all.

Hua Qi stood there, looking at the princess deeply, smiling without any sign of her eyes.

As the girl approached, he smiled and shouted, "Your Highness."

Ranbai ignored it.

"Your Highness can't be the only one with Jin Yao forever." Hua Qi approached step by step, with a well-behaved but contradictory smile on her face: "I can also serve Your Highness. I know that I still have it, and I will never disturb Your Highness's business."

This villain is really hard to deal with.

The villain has come to Meng Fusheng many times, but every time he just meets Jin Yao, Hua Qi racked her brains and used countless ways to seduce her, but she has not succeeded once, and her perfection was ignored.

Maybe if he fails, he must change his strategy method to conduct the strategy.

"You are wrong." The princess narrowed her sharp peach blossom eyes gently, her tone was not calm, and she didn't have the interest to talk to Hua Qi. She left without even giving a look.

Hua Qi stood behind the girl, looking at the cold and arrogant back, the smile on her face gradually faded until she disappeared completely. He turned around, but his eyes hit the dark and abyss-like eyes of the boy in the snow-clothed in the distance without any warning!

In a moment,

It actually made Hua Qi feel like she fell into an ice cave.

The carriage in the princess's mansion left from dreams and drove forward at a slow speed, gradually disappearing into the night.

"Host!!!" Feng Luosheng suddenly screamed: "Go back!"

Ranbai supported his forehead with one hand and was resting with his eyes closed, but was awakened by Feng Luo's whimpering voice. She opened her eyes, her emotions were cold and her words were extremely light, and she said: "What's the matter."

"...Host, if you are a little later, the outsider might just die!" Feng Luo simply switched his perspective at will, but he didn't expect to see the scene in Meng Fusheng directly. He was so scared that his cat's body was shocked and he quickly called Ranbai.

The princess frowned, was impatient, and told the coachman in a cold voice: "Change and dream about life."

In fact, it was not just Feng Luo who didn’t expect it in his dream, but Hua Qi who didn’t expect it in his dream.

The young piano player who has always been praised by the world for his glory and glory, orchid and elegant trees, is lonely and noble, and is independent of the world.

He actually had a real murderous intent on him!

Hua Qi didn't know how she fainted, but when he opened his eyes, he was already in a completely dark and quiet dark room.

Without lights, I can't see the surroundings clearly.

You can hear your breathing sounds as quiet as you can.

Hua Qi quickly felt that she was bound and could not struggle.

“?!!”

What's going on?

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down.

The last picture I saw before...

It's Jinyao.

Jin Yao appeared behind him at some point.

Maybe he witnessed the whole process of talking to the princess.

It can only be Jinyao.

What do you want to do and kill him?

Hua Qi was unbelievable.

soon,

He got the exact answer.

The young man dressed like snow and slender as bamboo walked in from outside, his expression hidden in the darkness and could not be seen clearly. His side face could see the cold and delicate outline.

Step by step, neither light nor heavy, but it seems to be stepping on the heart and crushing hard.

It made Hua Qi's mind tremble.
Chapter completed!