The Third Thousand Two Hundred and Fifty-Seven Chapters of the Gods in the Heart: The Princess's Sick Piano Teacher (Eight)
The eyes of the two collided in the air, intertwined for a moment, but it was an illusion, and there was no trace.
There was that moment,
The arrow in the hands of the princess,
Aimed at the boy's heart.
The sound of the wind faintly let out a chuckle, and the dyed white Ruoyouruo hooked the corners of her lips. She tightened the reins with one hand, and the horse's speed became faster. The tip rests on the bowstring, and the three cold arrows flicker with cold light, penetrating the heart!
The wind whistled and the arrow was on the string.
Like in the heart.
That second, no more, no less—
Three arrows fired!
The sound of breaking the sky resounded.
The bullseye was completely pierced.
The three arrows are precise and cold.
No deviation!
The princess is dressed in red, hunting for wind.
The place was silent for a moment.
No one speaks.
The screen seemed to freeze on the scene just now.
Until Ranbai has no nostalgia, he turned over and dismounted.
"That's called archery." Ranbai looked at Ning Chengjie condescendingly, noble and arrogant, and he belonged to the royal family. He was very oppressive: "Do you understand?"
for a while,
Ning Chengjie's face was like an overturned coloring bottle. It was colorful and wonderful. His eyes were completely gloomy, and the black clouds rolled over in depression.
humiliation!
The ultimate humiliation!
Ning Chengjie's heart was filled with anger, and he gritted his teeth fiercely. Those slender eyes stared at Ranbai, as if a poisonous snake was staring at its prey, and his voice fell gloomily in his ears, "Sister Huang, don't be too arrogant. It's too early, so I don't know how I lost by then."
"I'm sorry." The princess smiled: "This hall has always been so arrogant."
After Ranbai finished speaking, he held the horse with one hand, walked to Ning Yanzhi, and gave it to the Eighth Prince.
"Sister Huang's archery is really good." The young man smiled with thin lips. He always admired capable people, whether male or female.
And Princess Xi Zhao.
Probably a legend of the old country.
Ranbai raised his eyebrows, but smiled silently.
Ning Chengjie heard such a sentence next to him, his face was gloomy, his handsome face was a little twisted, he snorted coldly, his body exuded an unpleasant breath, he felt that he had lost face, he shook his head and left, Leaving in big strides, never wanting to stay in this place for a second longer.
Ranbai put the bow and arrow aside, nodded slightly to Ning Yanzhi, turned away indifferently, and walked outside the archery range.
Facing the direction of the boy in snow clothes.
The eunuch standing there was secretly frightened, and hurriedly saluted respectfully, his eyes were almost down to the bottom of his feet, and he did not dare to look up.
Jin Yao stood there, his brows were cold and his eyes were cold, and the hat covered his expression, only the sound of ice and snow was heard, which was clear and pleasant to the ear. His tone was calm and calm.
"Your Highness."
The princess was obviously inattentive, and her every move showed her innate elegance and dignity, passing by.
The royal is icy cold, and there is not the slightest temperature under the fine and shallow sunlight.
Jin Yao could see the princess walking straight past, her sleeves fluttering, and her back cold and arrogant.
The person who was still lingering and kissing passionately last night can also be sober and indifferent in an instant.
Maybe she didn't recognize him.
Maybe recognize it, but don't care.
Whatever the outcome,
It's really not that happy.
The boy's dark eyes, which were as dark as ink, were faintly curved in a light wind-like arc, which seemed to be joyful and dark.
After Ranbai left the archery range, he thought for a while, and instead of leaving the palace in a hurry, he turned back to the imperial garden at will.
There is a small pavilion not far away, shrouded in the shade of trees, with swaying flower branches and a faint fragrance.