Chapter 290

Feng Su was surprised and suddenly fell on the stairs. The servant girl who followed the man immediately covered her mouth and was about to go forward. She stopped abruptly and walked to the man's side. She said cleverly, "what's the matter with you, young master?"

"It's nothing. I'm the most shameful one. I'm wearing a mask in the daytime. Don't I dare to see anyone?" Jiang Bai recognized her, his heart was angry, and his tone was not polite.

Feng Su sneered: "Su Jin has never seen such a shameless and self belittling prodigal son in Huajian!"

Ziying picked her up and glared at Jiang Bai. Feng Su's eyes suddenly burst out a fierce look. She raised her head and said in a high voice to the shopkeeper below: "shopkeeper he, go to Dali temple and invite Mr. Zhang. It's said that some people are making trouble in Pinxiang building, and Mr. Zhang is also invited to preside over justice. "

"You..." Jiang Bai turned his head and stared at her angrily. He suddenly turned to stop shopkeeper he, with a smile on his face: "shopkeeper, I'm playing with this young lady. Why should shopkeeper take it seriously?"

One side of the servant girl quickly forward a ding of silver into the hands of the shopkeeper.

Feng Su's chest heaved slightly. She turned around and stepped on the wooden stairs to the second attic. Ziying takes a look at JiangBai, stomps her foot and follows him. Huolian is taking care of the room. She doesn't know about it. As soon as Ziying pushes away the room, she can't help but say: "Miss, that person is too arrogant!"

Shuilian took a silver porcelain plate, on which was a white jade bowl. She put the tray on the table, took the clean spoon and handed it to Feng su. She immediately stepped back to one side and stood. Purple Ying see feng Su patronize to drink soup, seem not to put on the appearance of the heart, bite teeth, unwilling to silence.

Feng Su's eyes seemed to sweep her. Mo Qiyun wants to achieve a thing, has always been very patient, he trained people, naturally not bad.

Late at night, Feng Su gets thirsty and drinks water. The water lotus outside carries tea and feeds it to her mouth. Feng Su smiles and puts a note in her hand. Water lotus served her to sleep, and then she went out with her feet raised.

In the early morning of the next day, there was a circle of people in front of Pinxiang building. They just looked at it from a distance and didn't dare to get close to it. Feng Su opened the window and caught a glimpse of the sedan chair with dark purple embroidered gold and red Begonia flowers, which was standing outside. There were 16 people at the front and 16 at the back, and there were a group of female guards on both sides. It was really a big show.

Feng Su criticizes the coat, pulls up the hair at will, and takes off a hair to put on his chest. Ziying heard the movement and came in with a copper plate. Feng Su finished washing and went downstairs slowly, looking at the man who was carried in with a small step and knelt down slowly: "Su Jin has seen the king of Anyang."

Even the temple brocade eyelid slightly lifted down, the eyes of pitch black son seem to turn twice. The people around immediately lowered their heads and were cold. Over the past year, the momentum of Anyang king has become more and more infiltrative, almost freezing people. Feng Su saw that the haze between his eyes was more than before, and the pupil with a little warmth was completely out of sight now.

It's just a dark stillness, stepping in step by step, as if the endless cold wind is blowing on the human skeleton, cutting the human flesh and blood bit by bit. However, when the flesh and blood just peeled off, it was engulfed by the cold loneliness hidden deep in his eyes, even the powder disappeared. Feng Su's heart trembled.

"Get up." Even palace brocade light way, for a moment imitate if deeper cold knife suddenly cut into the heart of everyone present. They all stood up in fear and did not dare to say a word. Feng Su suddenly laughed.

Her voice was very harsh and abrupt in the silence. Lian Gong Jin's eyes fell on her face. Feng Su said, "the king of Anyang is welcome to Pinxiang building. But why should so many people stay here and go down?"

Everyone was relieved, but still did not dare to make any action. Liangong Jinding looked at her, suddenly raised the corner of his lips, and laughed: "let's all go down." as soon as they were granted amnesty, they quickly retreated.

Angelica dahurica and red brocade stand around Liangong brocade, immediately raise their hands, step out immediately slowly put down. Lian Gong Jin sees Feng Su standing in front of her, and there is a flash of doubt in her eyes. Feng Su turned and walked upstairs, adding a smile to her face hidden under the Veil: "if you have any questions, just come upstairs."

In addition to the three foot long table, there is a pear blossom hollow wooden bed with a peony curtain. Even the temple brocade eyelid all didn't lift for a while, see feng Su has already sat down along the table edge, followed by, is a letter.

He lowered his head. In a flash, his face suddenly changed. His eyes lit up. He almost couldn't wait to grab it. He held his fingers on the dark handwriting again and again. His whole body was shaking slightly. Feng Su was surprised for a moment. She raised her head and saw that his dark eyes slowly shed a drop of tears. She ran down the man's delicate face and fell on the letter.

The ink handwriting was suddenly wet. Even palace brocade seems to be looking at what rare treasure, flurried up, wipe the water drops on the handwriting. His expression was devout, as if his expression was suddenly lit up.

Feng Su seems to be hit by something in the heart, she never thought, just a letter, can let even palace brocade appear so big fluctuation. She never knew that he loved her so much.It's just Feng Su closed her eyes and forced the sour feeling of her nose back. Her face and heart are broken now, and she can't live much longer. How can it be a drag on him? After reading the letter, Lian Gongjin's face was dark.

Feng Su was stunned, and even Gong Jin had smashed the table with one hand. The extremely bright and red lips suddenly opened, and Sen Leng's voice immediately echoed: "ink! Qi! Cloud