In the private room,

Feng Xiao's long finger paused clearly, and his sharp and narrow phoenix eyes looked straight towards the direction from the opposite sound source.

The sweet Microsoft voice fell, overlapping with the word "Thank you" that night, which fell helplessly on Chang'an Street.

Feng Xiao's tongue tip gently pressed against the upper palate, and handsome man had a seemingly slight smile, and was full of noble and romantic appearance.

Um……

It's her.

The price has been priced at 340,000 taels.

He spoke: "Four hundred thousand taels."

The voice fell out of thin air, Ning Yuan frowned slightly with her delicate eyebrows, and after two seconds of silence, she suddenly opened her eyes wide.

The girl was silent and did not raise the price.

Although she likes this glass lamp, she helped her last time. Now that the young master likes it, how can she fight again?

The glass lamp was finally photographed by Feng Xiao.

The auction ended half an hour later.

Ning Yu'an came out of the private room and prepared to return to the palace.

But before he could walk out of the auction house, he was suddenly caught up by a servant and called out politely: "Miss."

Call her?

Ning Yuan stopped slightly and turned his eyes to the side, gentle and elegant, without losing his distantness.

"Miss, this is a gift from our young master." The servant sincerely handed the exquisitely packaged gift box to the girl with both hands.

Ning Yuan was slightly stunned. She lowered her eyes and looked at the luxurious and beautiful gift box, probably guessing what it was.

"I have never known you young master, how could I accept his gift?" The girl's voice sounded soft and nice, but the cold and noble nature belonging to the royal family was much more serious.

It is obvious that rejection.

The girl was reserved and polite and generous: "Thank you for me to be kind, please come back."

The servant was obviously in a dilemma and remembered the death order of his young master.

Just when Ning Yuan was about to turn around and leave,

But suddenly I heard the light and pleasant sound, mixed with a cynical smile, which was particularly gripping.

"Girl stay."

Ning Yuan paused, and she turned slightly, and could see the noble young master walking down the solid wood stairs.

A black brocade dress with embroidered silver-white patterns showed a cold color, and the figure of a man Zhilan and Yushu was covered with a cold and noble feeling.

The face, which has never been concealed by a mask, is sharp and handsome, like the most perfect work of art and like a god.

It's him.

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

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, half covering Wen Ruo's eyes, "What's the matter with your son?"

"I'll ask the girl to accept it. The bento is a gift from me." Feng Xiao smiled lazyly and slightly, and was very gentle and abstinent, but inexplicably with a little evil nature that was difficult to control.

His beautiful and beautiful lips opened lightly, and a clear tone lingered in the pronunciation, as if immersed in sake.

"Nine Princess."

Such a voice touched the heart, the girl's face turned slightly red, elegant and gentle, and her originally beautiful apricot eyes looked like a season of drizzling apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River.

She restrained herself and returned to courtesy, and had a clear pronunciation, and was a real lady from a family: "Sorry..."

The refusal was not complete, Feng Xiao knew it and interrupted lightly, "I have some friendship with the old general Zhou. I originally wanted to visit the Zhou mansion today, but I would like to give gifts."

He smiled rather than laughed, and was evil and sloppy: "If the princess doesn't accept it, she will always accept it on behalf of the old general Zhou."

General Zhou was Ning Yu'an's grandfather.

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

"Yuan thanked the young master in advance for his grandfather."

"Don't be so unfamiliar." Feng Xiao approached casually, and his dark sleeves drew the curve of the air like the wind. "Feng has always heard of the name of the Ninth Princess."

He curled his thin and slim lips, gentle and elegant: "I am honored to see you today."

Ning Yuan had never seen such a person, nor had he heard such a good voice. The word he said was magnetic and twitchy, which made her feel very similar to Xia Ye greedy and accidentally stole a pot of wine. She was so drunk that she was ignorant that her heart beat faster.

"Ning Yu'an." The girl has always been a reserved and implicit girl. She has always treated outsiders with self-restrainedness and is a modest way of being alienated. This is the first time she has a little selfish intention of being unexplained, and she has said her name so seriously by nature.

The girl's clear glass eyes reflected Jun's shadow, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle and beautiful, and her soft lips opened and closed. She was extremely serious and solemn, with her unconscious cuteness, "I'll be at ease to you."

"The meaning is really good." Qing Young squinted his deep shimmering eyes and chuckled: "Feng Xiao."

He said: "The phoenix is ​​flying in the phoenix, and the flute is played by a person."

Phoenix flute.

The prince of the Marquis' Mansion in Dingyuan.

The most noble eldest son.

Ning Yuan took a step back slightly, her white earlobes were filled with beautiful crimson and the temperature was slightly hot.

"I'll leave first." She whispered softly, "Goodbye, Prince."

Feng Xiao's eyes and eyebrows were curled with a clear and evil curve, and he said two words: "Goodbye."

Feng Xiao did not withdraw his gaze until he watched the girl's figure disappear from his sight.

His eyebrows and eyes were elegant and gentle, mixed with the evil of the stars, and sighed softly, and murmured like falling leaves returning to their roots: "So cute."

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

It was his luck.

My heartbeat that had been silent for several years. Because the ten-mile long street in Chang'an was brightly lit, the moment the girl fell in his arms, the violent beating like a dead tree in spring never deceived people.

He will leave his moon and embrace her.

The servant next to him was silently suppressing a terrifying feeling. The prince actually praised a girl as cute!

I have been away from girls for several years and even disliked the person who had just touched the corner of my clothes and threw the whole piece of clothing into his mouth, and actually praised a girl!

The servant swallowed.

Suddenly I felt that their future princess was expected.

Feng Xiao pondered for a while and ordered indifferently: "Go to visit the General's Mansion."

The girl he likes is a lady from a high school, elegant and reserved.

Need to slowly draw it.

…

Princess's Mansion,

Lige.

There was only one young man, white clothes like snow, and the slim and unreal.

Jin Yao ignored the letter sent by the man before.

Just now...

Jin Yao looked up at the bookshelf that he had read countless times, thanks to an occasional encounter several years ago.

He knew his emotions were very weak and he had nothing to like.

Everyone knows that he loves pear blossoms, but it is not.

It's just a habit.

Whether it is the guqin or military tactics, the same is true. Once you develop the habit, you will never quit.

But after meeting the princess,

Everything became more boring.

Her only in his world.

So what she wants.

He gave.

The sunset is seen in the sky again, and the dusk is getting heavier.

He lowered his eyes and read the letter, folded the letter with his delicate eyebrows and eyes indifferently, then placed it next to the candlestick, watching the snow-white letter paper swallowed up by a little flame.

Jinyao was not a piano player who dreamed of Fusheng before.
Chapter completed!