When everyone quickly followed Yan Tingshi to the outside of the house, they heard Feng's scolding and crying from inside.

"O my child! My Moment...... Satsuki, you are so ruthless! You're going to give me back a moment......"

This is the dormitory where Yan Tingshi lives, and it is not easy for everyone to go any further, Yan Tingshi can't care about others at the moment, so he walks in.

"Alas, listening to this posture, this young master Yan is fierce and unlucky."

"The Yan family has also suffered bad luck in the past six months, and two people have died in front of them."

"Maybe I'm provoking someone......

"Shh......h This is the Yan Mansion. ”

After the Wang steward came out to dismiss the guests, You Huan heard a few gentlemen behind him whispering there, turned his head and asked, "These brothers seem to know a lot, did this Yan family happen a few months ago?" I'm here from the outer city, and I don't know much about Jingzhou. ”

Youhuan's call to his brother made the freshly clothed teenagers blushed embarrassedly.

Zhao Huajin's face was dark, but unfortunately Xiao Huan, who was facing away from him, couldn't see his expression now.

I only heard one of the teenagers speak: "That sister is the right person, this Yan Mansion...... Hey? ”

You Huan's ears were suddenly covered by a pair of hands from behind, You Huan turned back suspiciously, Zhao Huajin's eyes were full of cold light, and the invisible aura pressed the teenagers couldn't help but hold their breath.

Zhao Huajin closed her eyes slightly, her eyes seemed to be calm and dark twilight, and the movements standing behind Youhuan were like fierce beasts guarding their prey, revealing absolute possessiveness.

The teenagers had a chill on the back of their necks, and hurriedly said haha: "Oops, I suddenly remembered that there was something at home......

"Yes, yes, I have something to do."

……

It wasn't until the teenagers left that Zhao Huajin let go of the hand covering Youhuan's ears and said, "Do you call everyone brother?" ”

You Huan tilted his head and said, "Of course not, I just want to know about the Yan Mansion." ”

In her three years at the palace, she had long learned how to please different people.

She entered the palace with scars back then, lost her favorite family, lost all her partners, and threw herself into the deep palace with nothing.

She wants to survive in it, she has to learn to read words and feelings, she has to learn to be likable, and she has to learn to forbear and disguise.

She tried her best to survive, tried her best to kill Emperor Zhao, and all the "tried her best" was to force herself to change.

Three years is enough time for her to develop some habits, which cannot be broken in a short period of time.

"Why didn't you just ask me?" Zhao Huajin said.

You Huan raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "I thought His Highness didn't know." ”

Zhao Huajin looked at Youhuan, squinted her eyes, and the petals raised by the wind flew in the air.

Zhao Huajin breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to cover Youhuan's head, and opened his thin lips lightly, "This palace is omnipotent." ”

So no matter what Youhuan wants, he can take it and do it.

Youhuan's veiled mouth was slightly open, but she didn't know what to say, probably because she felt that this kind of arrogant words came out of Zhao Huajin's mouth a little incredible, but it was convincing.

"In the Yan family, two people have died in the past half a year, and they are all close to Yan Tingshi. This year's first birthday banquet is a big event, and I think it also has the meaning of driving away bad luck. ”

But no one expected that instead of driving away bad luck, it attracted bad luck and befell Yan Tingshi's youngest son.

Zhao Huajin and You Huan went out of the Assassin's Mansion together, and the folding fan in Youhuan's hand pressed lightly against his chin and asked, "How did those two people die?" ”

"It's all accidental deaths."

You Huan pondered for a while, and before there was no evidence, she couldn't determine that the two funerals were man-made by guessing out of thin air.