I saw that her eyebrows were lightly swept away, her facial features were picturesque, beautiful and cold, she was slightly indifferent because of her calmness, and there was an invisible dignity in the coldness, which made people dare not covet it and fell in love with it at the same time. I don't know where to go than the so-called first beauty in the capital.

Heart? Thinking of these two words, his thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he was relieved to think that with her appearance, she had enough money to pour out the world.

The sound of the piano continues, just like the person who is stroking the piano, soft with a little grievance, full of pity.

"Yun'er, Feng Guiwan's piano is really good." Wei Xuemei approached Feng Jingyun's side and whispered, "According to my mother, she obviously wants to compare you to you." ”

She pursed the corners of her lower lip noncommittally, "I don't care about such a false daughter. ”

"Yes." Wei Xuemei nodded, "Anyway, Yun'er is the best in my mother's mind." ”

Jun Chenghao heard Feng Jingyun's words, and his eyes crossed with appreciation.

Suddenly, Feng Jingyun's gaze looked at a place behind the Qin case, which was above the main seat of the hall, not a banquet seat, a man dressed in black and wearing a half-side black iron mask sat on a chair, and in his hand, he also held a delicate jade wine jug.

The cold face, the gloomy blood-red pupils did not have a trace of human feelings, only insensitive, bloodthirsty and cruel, the handsome right cheek, the skin was too stiff and white, and the iron mask on the left cheek covered the entire left cheek, making his whole person look strange and inexplicable, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

Such an unpredictable person, who else can there be except for half of the evil demons?

The temperature in the air seemed to drop a few degrees suddenly due to his presence, as if a cold wind suddenly swept by, and everyone shook almost involuntarily.

He seemed to have conjured up out of thin air, and even she didn't realize when he was sitting on that throne. That chair is a special seat for Changle Waiting, and usually higher-ranking officials or princes and nobles come to the Waiting House, and they are also qualified to sit on that chair.

And he, there are a lot of empty seats in the waiting house, and he directly chooses the main seat that is the most symbolic of power. It can be seen that he has a vigorous ambition for power and is accustomed to controlling power.

Seeing her look over, the half-demon raised his glass to her with the wine jug in his hand, and the corners of his lips hooked up with an inexplicable smile.

She narrowed slightly. Surely he could not cure her poison. In other words, he should be half dead in heart pain now, curled up and shivering in pain in bed. Why is it like nobody?

Feng Guiwan's desk playing the piano was five or six meters away from the front end of the main seat, and for some reason, she always felt that a dark wind was blowing behind her, as if a ghost was behind her and would seduce her soul at any time. Trembling, she turned her head to look back, saw that there were several empty chairs that no one was sitting on, and continued to concentrate her wisdom and play the piano. Fuqin's slender fingertips trembled uncontrollably, and she forcibly controlled them, pretending to be nothing.

Jun Chenghao also followed Feng Jingyun's gaze, and the main seat was empty, but he saw that it was strange, as if he was thinking of something, and his domineering pupils couldn't help but be covered with a layer of cold frost.

Jun Youqi held the wine glass, just glanced at the main seat, and then looked at Feng Jingyun, seeing that her face was expressionless, his handsome face couldn't help but float a ray of appreciation. is worthy of being the woman she admires, and she doesn't even care about demons that are more terrible than ghosts in the eyes of the world.