"I didn't expect you to be the pavilion master of Hansheng Pavilion." Su Zihan opened his mouth lightly, but a trace of coldness obviously flashed at the bottom of his eyes.

He obviously didn't expect Feng Jing to have this identity.

Hua Tiantian was thinking about it, and when he heard Su Zihan say this, he looked up at Feng Jing fiercely.

Feng Jing only smiled indifferently, and there was a frightening cold air between her eyebrows.

Is Feng Jing the Pavilion Master of Hansheng Pavilion?

From this point of view, was the organization that my aunt gave to Feng Jing Hansheng Pavilion at the beginning?

Although she knew that her aunt had cultivated a world-famous organization, she didn't know that it was Hansheng Pavilion.

"Tim Tim, are you afraid of me?"

Feng Jing lowered her eyes and looked at Hua Tiantian.

Seeing that she couldn't stop shaking her shoulders, her jade hand wanted to caress Hua Tiantian's head.

Hua Tiantian shook his head, and his little hand clenched Feng Jing's sleeve.

The darkness in this organization is something she can't understand, and Feng Jing has been manipulating this organization all these years.

When she suddenly thought about many things, she felt a chill in her heart.

Whether it was a few years after she ascended the throne, those who rebelled against her disappeared overnight, or those who had different intentions in the court would inexplicably encounter accidents.

I didn't care about it at first, but now that I think about it, I suddenly understand that there are so many coincidences in this world.

"It's not that I'm afraid, I just think that my aunt must have made you suffer a lot in order for you to take over this organization, and it's very hard."

Every time she remembered what she saw at that time, she would wake up in a nightmare.

Feng Jing always kept everything in her heart and never told her.

She never asks about her good face.

But now that I think about it, how painful he has been over the years.

She could imagine it, but she couldn't empathize with it.

Touching the sadness in Hua Tiantian's eyes, the jade hand was indifferently withdrawn, and Feng Jing curled her lips helplessly, "You are thinking nonsense again." ”

Hua Tiantian tensed the corners of her lips and wanted to shake her head, but she couldn't lie to the familiar handsome face.

Half ringing.

Hua Tiantian took Feng Jing's hand and only held it tightly, without saying a word.

Feng Jing looked at the little hand holding him, hooked his lips, and the softness in his eyes grew stronger.

At this time, Su Zihan, who had been quietly watching the two of them on the side, suddenly spoke coldly and interrupted the two.

"Although I didn't expect you to be the pavilion master of Hansheng Pavilion, it's too naïve to want to deal with me with this."

Feng Jing narrowed her phoenix eyes and squinted at Su Zihan.

Hua Tiantian also looked at Su Zihan suspiciously, and at the same time felt uneasy.

Su Zihan glanced at the two of them, and his sleeves moved slightly.

Just as he was about to make a move, a pair of well-maintained jade hands grabbed him.

Su Zihan leaned slightly sideways, and just wanted to make a move on the person who pulled him, but when he saw the other party's face clearly, he stopped abruptly.

"Cai, Caiyu."

Hua Tiantian also saw the figure clearly, it was still the appearance in the impression, the face was delicate and delicate, the figure was slender, the skin was like congealed fat, and she smiled with the temperament of a girl that ordinary people did not have.

Although he came from a humble background, he has the demeanor of a mother.

And since Su Zihan ascended the throne, she has always been the only one in the harem.

I haven't seen Mu Caiyu for a long time, Hua Tiantian couldn't help but be overjoyed, and blurted out, "Sister Caiyu." ”

Mu Caiyu glanced at Hua Tiantian, smiled softly at her, didn't turn her head and grabbed Su Zihan's hand that stopped in mid-air, "Don't force yourself, there are so many people, you alone can't be defeated." ”

As soon as Mu Caiyu's words fell, Su Zihan covered Mu Caiyu's eyes with his other hand.

At the same time, he clenched her hand with his backhand, and moved her waist slightly, a few minutes away from the corpse at his feet.

Su Zihan touched the soles of his feet, and Mu Caiyu brushed away his hand covering her eyes, and shook his head at him with a smile, "I'm fine." ”