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

The princess is the only one and the exception.

Dianbai was watching the young man put on make-up with his own eyes. The originally delicate and fair facial features were even more beautiful, which was different from the usual coldness. Instead, the corners of his eyes and brows were tucked away, and there was a demonic atmosphere, which seemed to be a delusional demon. , There is a tear mole under the left corner of the eye, which is more suitable for the beauty of the skin and bones.

She watched the delicate and elegant makeup application of the young man, and her eyes were fixed on the tear mole.

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

She herself seldom touches drama, and rarely listens to drama.

But she needs to face up to it now.

It turns out that someone can really interpret something that was not so interesting so she thinks it is amazing.

Jin Yao was singing a cappella, but he put on a costume and put on a costume.

The snow-white belt tied the juvenile's slender figure like jade, and the costumes were delicate and cumbersome, lining the young man's cool and demonic contradictory temperament.

When Jin Yao spoke.

In the room, only the clear and melodious play sounds of the young man reverberated in the air, and every word lingered from the blushing thin lips, as if telling his life, and he was intoxicated by the silence, bringing people into the world of the play. , Can't play for a long time.

Listening to his singing, the beginning and the end of the opera, the morning and evening are only for a moment.

The princess was dressed in red, stern and noble, leaning on the back of the chair casually at this moment, the peach blossom eyes reflected the figure of the young man.

Dreaming of floating life and dreaming of death is better than heaven and earth. The city of Chang'an is prosperous and gorgeous, the ten-mile long street is full of traffic, and there is a red sand lamp in the corner of the roof, and the light is crushed in the night.

The low-pitched voice overflowed from the lips and teeth, lingered in the night wind, and sent it to the distance.

The sleeves of the water were slightly folded, and together they brought out the snow-colored brilliance. The juvenile Zhilan Yushu, like a picture, has a tear mole at the corner of his eye, which is affectionate and cool.

It is a lonely soul who has broken the world, and interprets the joys and sorrows of others in the opera.

During the drama, Jin Yao's beautiful and well-behaved eyes seemed to contain the deepest darkness, with a glimmer of ups and downs, staring at the princess in a daze, the deep blush in the eyes opened, morbid and pious.

Who is the person in the play singing, and who is the guest outside the play.

From the beginning of the play to the end of the play, but in the morning and evening, all kinds of emotions of joy, anger, sadness and music are all blended in the play, as if telling the love of life and dedicating it to outsiders, so it is intended to promise this life in the play.

The play is over, the play is over.

Who is scattered.

The sleeves of the water folded slightly, like flowing clouds and fine snow, and the young man's coldness was also demonized, and he walked towards the princess step by step.

The voice that fell in the ear was clear and clear, because after singing, it was three-pointed dumb: "Your Highness, I have offended you."

The voice fell,

The young man's long eyelashes half-covered the deep and dull color in his eyes, his slender and distinct fingers lightly clasped his white-stained hand and pressed it aside, the temperature of his fingertips was as cold as a handful of first snow, and his eyes almost overflowed with emotion. Deep, obsessively kissed the lips of the princess, sending a deep kiss.

From a short distance, you can see the slender eyelashes and gleaming eyes of the young man in white dyeing.

"You sing well." The princess raised her eyes slightly, laughed softly, and asked casually, "Whose love are you singing about?"

The young man whispered close to his ear: "His Royal Highness Jin Yao is delighted, admires His Highness, and delights His Highness."

Outsiders in the play, who else to talk to.

The princess looked calm, always calm and indifferent, unfathomable, she was clasped by the boy with one hand, and she didn't care, she kissed the tear mole lazily, she wanted to kiss for a long time, and her tone was calm and calm: "Young Master , No matter inside or outside the play, this hall is your only person."

So he can only tell her about his accident in the play.

"my pleasure."

The breeze swirls the fragrance of pear flowers, and the moonlight holds the strings.

When Ranbai left Meng Fusheng, he didn't let Jin Yao send it.