Chapter 3291: The God in My Heart: The Princess’s Yandere Musician (42)

In the box,

Feng Xiao's long fingers paused obviously, and her sharp and narrow red phoenix eyes looked straight in the direction from where the sound came from.

The sweet and soft voice fell, overlapping with the word "thank you" that was dropped on the streets of Chang'an that night.

The tip of Feng Xiao's tongue gently touched the roof of her mouth, her handsome face held a specious smile, and she looked elegant and elegant.

Um……

is her.

The price has reached 340,000 taels.

He spoke: "Four hundred thousand taels."

The voice fell out of thin air, Ning Yu'an frowned slightly, and after two seconds of silence, his eyes suddenly opened wide.

The girl remained silent and did not increase the price.

Although she said she liked this glazed lamp, this man helped her last time. Now that the young master likes it, how can she fight again.

The glazed lantern was finally photographed by Feng Xiao.

The auction ended half an hour later.

Ning Yu'an came out of the box 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 who called out politely: "Miss."

call her?

Ning Yu'an stopped slightly and turned his eyes sideways, gentle and elegant, yet distant.

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

Ning Yu'an was slightly startled. She lowered her eyes and glanced at the luxurious and beautiful gift box, and she could probably guess what it was.

"Your young master and I are strangers, so how can I accept his gift?" The girl's voice was soft and pleasant, but there was a lot of aloofness and nobility that belonged to the royal family.

An obvious no.

The girl was polite and generous: "Thank him for his kindness for me, please come back."

The servant was obviously in trouble, remembering his young master's order to die.

Just when Ning Yu'an was about to turn around and leave,

But suddenly I heard that soft and sweet voice, mixed with a bit of cynical smile, and it was particularly exciting.

"Girl, stay."

Ning Yu'an paused and turned slightly, just in time to see the noble gentleman walking down the solid wood stairs leisurely.

A black brocade suit embroidered with silver and white lines, showing a cold color, restraining the man's figure of Zhilan Yushu, giving a cold sense of dignity.

The face that is not hidden by the mask is sharp and handsome, like the most perfect work of art, like a god.

It's him.

Ning Yu'an only took one glance and recognized who the slender man in front of him was.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, half covering her soft eyes, "What's the matter, sir?"

"Girl, please accept the glazed lantern. The bento is a meeting gift from me." Feng Xiao had a lazy smile between her eyebrows. She was gentle and ascetic, but she had an inexplicable evil nature that was difficult to control.

His beautiful, bright red thin lips parted slightly, and a clear tone lingered between his words, as if he was immersed in sake.

"Ninth Princess."

That voice pierced her heart, and the girl blushed slightly. She was elegant and gentle, and her originally beautiful apricot eyes were like a season of apricot blossom spring rain from the south of the Yangtze River.

She restrained herself and returned etiquette, and spoke clearly, making her a true lady: "I'm sorry..."

Before she finished her rejection, Feng Xiao understood clearly and interrupted lightly, "I have some friendship with General Zhou. I wanted to visit the Zhou Mansion today to give him a gift."

He seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and said with an evil and arrogant tone: "If you don't accept the princess, you must accept it on behalf of General Zhou."

General Zhou is Ning Yuan's grandfather.

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

"Yu An thanks the young master in advance on behalf of grandpa."

"You don't have to be so unfamiliar." Feng Xiao approached casually, the arc of her dark sleeves cutting through the air was like the wind, "Feng has always heard the name of the Ninth Princess."