The Third Thousand Two Hundred and Sixty-Six Chapters of the Gods in the Heart: The Princess's Sick Piano Teacher (17)

Jin Yao paused slightly.

The housekeeper came to Meng Fusheng early in the morning, but unfortunately, Jin Yao was not there, but His Highness had explained that he had to hand over the things to the young master himself, so the housekeeper could only bite the bullet and wait here. When I came to this kind of place, my wife and family were virtuous. At this moment, listening to the debauched voices around me, my old face turned red, and I wanted to hide my face and leave.

Until he saw the slender figure of the young man, his eyes lit up, as if he had seen a savior.

"Sir, this is what Your Highness asked me to give it to you personally." The butler smiled and handed the things in his hand to Jin Yao, deliberately biting the word "His Royal Highness".

Jin Yao's long eyelashes drooped, and he took it, his fingers were cold and delicate, and the fingertips were a little red that had not faded away.

The butler glanced at it, his heart was bleeding.

It was a pair of medicine, made of extremely rare and precious medicinal materials, which could treat all kinds of deep wounds, and could save a person half-life from the gate of hell.

As a result, His Royal Highness actually gave this medicine to a violinist just because the fingertips were reddened? !

If this medicine is delivered a few days later, it can be completely eliminated!

The housekeeper sincerely praised that their Highness finally fell in love with a person, but after enlightenment, he was actually spoiled to the point of unlimited luxury.

There are only three pictures of this medicine princess mansion!

Lifesaving medicine! !

Jin Yao stared at the medicine for two seconds, held it in his hand slightly, tucked his long fingers into the snow-white sleeves, and exerted a little force, the corners of the medicine box hurt slightly, and the young man's voice was clear and sweet: "For me Thank you, Your Highness."

The housekeeper smiled and didn't say anything. In fact, his heart was already split, "Since the medicine has been delivered to the young master, the task that His Highness entrusted to me can be considered completed. In this way, I will leave."

The young violinist nodded slightly, dressed in ancient ink, noble and cold: "Walk slowly."

After the housekeeper left, Lao Ya was very itchy in his heart. He couldn't help but leaned forward and asked in a low voice, "Young Master, you and His Highness..."

Jin Yao glanced at her calmly, the wind and frost in the bottom of his eyes were cold and cold, like a deep pool of ice.

The old crow was stunned by the chill in it, and subconsciously kept silent.

Jin Yao turned around and went back to the room, pushing the door with his long fingers.

The boy's back was lightly pressed against the door, and he was quiet for a second or two, and then the fingers that had been tucked in his sleeves stretched out, straight in mid-air, revealing the box of medicine lying peacefully on the palm of his hand. .

a long time,

The young man's thin lips curved into a slight arc, and there was a bit of joy in it. He slightly bent his hand, and pressed his fingers against the thin lips. The bright red slightly concealed the darker smile on her lips.

Jin Yao walked to the pear wood table, his fingertips were slightly buttoned, his sleeves were hanging down, and he opened the hidden grid lightly. The exposed corner showed the sharp and cold blade of the dagger. He took out a dark red delicate gift box, and carefully He put the medicine in it, cherishing and pious, and then put the small box back into the dark compartment.

In fact, what he really cherishes is not the medicine that is hard to find in the world, but the medicine that one person gave him, and even more... that person.

Jin Yao narrowed his eyes slightly, suppressed the dark color brewing in his eyes, pulled away from his memory, looked at the girl in front of him, and bent his eyes.

"Thank you for the medicine, Your Highness."

He didn't want to use it, he wanted to keep the things she gave him until he died.

Ranbai glanced at him, calmly hummed, and said nothing.

Her eyes fell on the boy's hand, and she asked gently, "Do you know how to calligraphy?"