How could things turn out like this, Hang Zong thought?

Today, as soon as he opened the chessboard and was about to play chess with himself, the slave of the National Master Mansion hurried over and said that the Ninth Princess sent someone to pass the message.

Maybe I shouldn't have listened at that time, after all, there must be nothing good about that little guy looking for him.

But he still couldn't bear it. He hurried into the palace and saw the villain. With the superb acting skills of a little guy, he was soft-hearted and brought her out.

Shuyuan.

It is known as the two Ming buildings in the capital together with Changchun Tower. Unlike the beauty of Changchun Tower, the decoration of Shu Garden is very elegant, and from the outside it looks more like an elegant teahouse.

Of course, it would be more convincing if you ignore the piano player playing the piano on the central platform on the first floor and the male prostitute dancing to the sound of the piano.

Hang Zongzhi lowered his eyes and looked at the little man's body that was about to be stretched out. If it weren't for Jing Yi's support, the little man would have fallen from the second floor at this time. He was really a fool.

"Does it look good?"

The voice of Hang Sect was a little cold, and the cold breath was mixed with a faint gloom.

Su Jiu sucked the corner of her mouth and nodded subconsciously, "It looks good."

Both the little brother and the little sister are very good-looking, and they are better-looking than the girls at the palace banquet.

The arms around the waist were tightened a little.

Su Jiu tilted his head and looked at Jing Yi who was not talking aside, "Brother Jing Yi, do you think the little brothers downstairs look good, right?"

Jing Yirulu's eyes had a little dullness for the first time, but when he met the apricot eyes that the villain asked for approval, he all retreated.

"Um."

The villain who received approval immediately looked up at Hang Zongzhi.

"Brother Hang, look, Brother Jing Yi feels so too."

Hang Zongzhi couldn't help but look at Jing Yi, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he came again. The familiar feeling made him unable to help but want to kneel down...

Hang Zongzhi's eyes fell on Jing Yi's hand holding the villain. The boy's hand was slender and slender, but it was a touch of abnormal white, as if it was coated with white powder. Even the blue veins on the back of his hand were covered by this white, and it looked bloodless.

The young man held the villain's waist and his palm pressed against her belly, which was a protective and possessive attitude.

As if he noticed Hang Zongzhi's look, Jing Yi raised his eyes and his dark eyes met him directly.

It was pitch black and gloomy, without any emotion, as if I was looking at him, and it seemed that I didn't bother to look at him, without any sorrow or joy, as if I was looking at an insignificant object.

But it made Hang Zongzhi's body and even his soul subconsciously shudder.

When Hang Zongzhi was shocked and sweated, he came back to his senses, he met the villain's puzzled Apricot Eyes.

Only then did Hang Zongzhi realize that his posture seemed to be wrong. He was sitting on a chair just now, but he actually knelt in front of Su Jiu. No, to be precise, he was kneeling in front of Jing Yi.

Hang Zongzhi:...

Sure enough, I shouldn't go out today.

Su Jiu blinked and moved her lips, "Brother Hang..."

"Yes." Hang Zongzhi was about to get up with his body.

Su Jiu: "The New Year has passed." There is no need to perform this great gift.

Hang Zong's hand softened and almost fell down again. He subconsciously glanced at Jing Yi, who was expressionless on the side, and his doubts were even more serious. Who was this Jing Yi...?

The performance downstairs has come to an end for a while. Su Jiu twisted his body, looked at Jing Yi beside him, and whispered: "Brother Jing Yi, Jiuer wants to go to the thatched cottage."

Jing Yi's dark eyes appeared in a moment of dullness, as if he would not move anymore. It was not until the villain repeated it again that he came to his senses.

"Jing Yi takes the princess there."

Su Jiu nodded and hugged Jing Yi's neck obediently.

Hang Zongzhi himself is also a martial arts practitioner. In addition, the villain was sitting aside, so he naturally heard the villain's embarrassed voice. He looked at the villain, and then turned his attention to Jing Yi.

The boy is tall, but he is only about ten years old. When he doesn't speak, he looks like a transparent person, but once he notices him, it is hard to ignore.

He had only experienced the pressure of the momentum since he was a child. Could it be that Jing Yi... was his master's illegitimate son?

Apart from this possibility, Hang Zongzhi couldn't think of other possibilities. Could it be that he is really his own master?

Hang Zongzhi lay on the side of the soft collapse, and the singing and dancing on the first floor sounded again. He changed his posture expressionlessly, leaving this outrageous guess behind.

**

Hall of Qinzheng.

The handling of government affairs in recent days has made Su Yijun’s current black green deeper.

"Brother, why don't you be here today."

A hint of worry appeared on Su Xuanyan's gentle face.

Su Yijun waved his hand, and a cold light appeared in his narrow eyes, "The fox's tail has not been exposed yet, so how can I bear to rest?"

Su Xuanyan shook the folding fan, knowing his temperament, so he stopped persuading him.

Suddenly there was a breath in the hall.

Su Xuanyan's eyebrows were frivolous and his gaze landed in the corner accurately.

"Tell me."

Su Yijun said.

"Go back to Your Majesty, the young master took the Ninth Princess out of the palace."

A hoarse voice came from the corner.

Before Su Yijun could speak, Su Xuanyan became jealous first, shaking the folding fan and shaking it again, "When did the little girl play so well with that kid?"

"Ninth Princess..." As if she had thought of something, the voice in the corner paused, she carefully looked at Su Yijun's face, and then said, "I went to Shuyuan with the little national master."

‘Click!’

The cinnabar pen in Su Yijun's hand was killed again.

Su Xuanyan also stopped moving, his eyes narrowed slightly, "I didn't expect that the boy would be so good."

Although there was a smile in his words, it had a bit of gritting teeth.

This time, without even having to speak Su Yijun, Su Xuanyan looked at the corner and asked, "Do you know why that little girl wants to go to Shuyuan?"

First, there is Changchun Tower and then Shuyuan. I really think of it as soon as I see it.

"The Ninth Princess said, "I want to find a little dad for Mrs. Zhen."

The secret satellite TV station said it in one breath as if it was homeless.

The Qinzheng Palace suddenly became extremely quiet.

Su Xuanyan put away the folding fan and tapped his palms one by one. Finally, there was a trace of smile on his warm face, and it became a little more gloomy, and it looked like he was five points similar to Su Yijun.

The aura around Su Yijun was extremely cold. The red cinnabar on the cinnabar pen stained his palms, as red as blood.

"Brother, it seems that I've taken it off this time."

After a long time, a smile appeared on Su Xuanyan's face again, but the smile looked a little bitter.

Su Yijun glanced at him lightly, threw away the pen, took the secret guards beside him and handed over the silk handkerchief, and slowly wiped his hands. After wiping his hands clean, Su Yijun turned his head and looked at the corner.

"Protect the princess."

The tone is calm and plain, which is very inconsistent with the cruel and cruel aura around him.
Chapter completed!