Chapter 3295: The God in My Heart: The Princess’s Yandere Musician (46)

"Sister Huang." Ning Jiazhi turned around and said hello. The young man's voice was low, clear and sweet.

Ranbai nodded slightly.

"Your Highness, look at this. The general has just discussed with the Eighth Prince..." Su Yan pointed at the map seriously and quickly got down to business.

The princess walked over indifferently, stood to one side, lowered her eyes and looked at the map, opened her thin lips lightly, and spoke in a calm tone, which made her feel bloodshed.

The only sounds left in the Military Affairs Office were about military matters. In a blink of an eye, two hours passed by.

"Your Highness, why not stay at the Military Affairs Office for dinner?" Su Yan extended the invitation in a friendly and enthusiastic manner.

Ranbai narrowed his eyes, tapped his white fingers on the table, hummed slightly, and then stood up, "I'm at the barracks to have a look."

"Then let me lead the way, Your Highness." Su Yan stood up immediately, "I can also introduce you to..."

Before Su Yan could finish his words, he was interrupted by the young man's voice that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Ning Yanzhi was leaning to the side, with a handsome and delicate profile. His thin lips were slightly open under the straight bridge of his nose, and his tone was very casual: "General Su."

"Don't you have something else to tell me?"

Su Yan was stunned for a moment, with a confused look on his face, and scratched his head blankly, "Do I have...?"

The young man straightened up slowly, his body as tall and tall as a winter pine and cypress. His fingers with long and distinct joints pressed on Su Yan's shoulders. He used a moderate force and asked Su Yan to do it again.

Ning Yanzhi's long eyelashes drooped lightly, her side face was cold and indifferent, the wind was light and the clouds were calm: "Let's talk now."

No matter how slow Su Yan was, he was still able to react. He was slightly curious in his heart about what the princess wanted to do. It was inconvenient. She was just looking at the military camp, but he still followed the prince's words, "Yes, I am very busy right now." Be careful not to forget."

There was a lazy smile on the corner of Ning Yanzhi's lips, and her narrow and beautiful eyes curved like a breeze, always showing a sense of inexplicable mockery, with a calm expression of indifference, and a casual charm. , "Sister Huang, go."

Ranbai glanced at the young man, hummed calmly, and walked out of the Military Affairs Office.

"Eighth Prince, what's going on?" Su Yan asked Ning Jiazhi curiously in a low voice.

Ning Jiazhi often came to the military camp recently and was very familiar with Su Yan. At this moment, he glanced at Su Yan with unknown meaning, chuckled, and gave an indifferent suggestion in an evil and cold voice: "General Su, from now on, if Sister Huang It’s better to leave her alone when she comes to the military camp.”

Su Yan solemnly expressed that he knew.

Ranbai walked out of the military affairs office and walked towards the training in the military camp. On the road, he could see neat and rigorous teams with high quality.

Ranbai has been to this place many times due to military and political reasons, but she doesn't care much. Now she just wants to find her son.

Suddenly several cavalry horses galloped from the camp, carrying the sound of howling wind.

Ranbai walked in the camp, and occasionally soldiers passed by.

Until Ranbai heard a gentle word from the breeze——

The clear and clean voice of a young man seems to be the moment when the ice and snow melt in the winter night, losing all the lingering lingering after the coldness.

"Your Highness."

Before Ran Bai had time to look back, a crisp and pleasant fragrance of pear blossoms lingered around him in the wind.

The young man turned over and dismounted, his movements were calm and neat, the hem of his clothes cut through the air in a sharp arc, and his long and sharp fingers gently clasped a part of the girl's wrist and covered it, the temperature of the fingertips was cold.

Immediately, he was pushed into the deserted military camp by the young man, with his back pressed against the wall, and a tall and beautiful shadow cast in front of his eyes, and his young and slender figure enveloped him.