I saw that her eyebrows were lightly swept, her facial features were picturesque, and she was so beautiful that she seemed cold and aloof because of her calmness. There was also an invisible nobility in her coldness, which made people dare not to look down upon her but at the same time they were attracted to her. Compared with that so-called
The most beautiful woman in the capital doesn’t know where to go to show off her beauty.
Favored? Thinking of these two words, his thick eyebrows slightly frowned, and he felt relieved when he thought that with her appearance, she was capable of spending all her money in the world.
The subtle sound of the piano continues, just like the person who is stroking the piano, with a touch of sadness in the softness, which is completely arousing sympathy.
"Yun'er, Feng Guiwan's piano playing is really good." Wei Xuemei approached Feng Jingyun and whispered, "It seems to Yiniang that she clearly wants to compete with you."
She smacked her lips in disbelief, "I don't care about such a vain daughter."
"Yes." Wei Xuemei nodded, "Anyway, Yun'er is the best in mother's mind."
When Jun Chenghao heard Feng Jingyun's words, appreciation flashed in his eyes.
Suddenly, Feng Jingyun's eyes looked to somewhere behind the piano table. It was above the main seat in the hall, not the banquet seat. A man wearing black clothes and a half-black iron mask was sitting on a chair.
In his hand, he also held an exquisite jade wine flask.
That cold face and gloomy blood-red eyes contained no emotion that a human should have, only insensitivity, bloodthirsty and cruelty. The extremely handsome right cheek, the skin was too pale, and the iron mask on the left cheek covered the entire face.
The left side of his face made him look strange and inexplicable, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.
Who else could be such an unpredictable person besides a half-faced demon?
The temperature in the air seemed to suddenly drop a few degrees due to his appearance, as if they suddenly felt a cold wind blowing through them, and everyone shook their bodies almost involuntarily.
He seemed to be conjured out of thin air, and she didn't even notice when he sat on the main seat. That chair was the Changle waiting seat. Normally, there would be higher-ranking officials or princes and nobles coming to the waiting house, and some
Qualified to sit in that chair.
As for him, there were many empty chairs in the Houfu, so he directly chose the chief seat that symbolized the most power. It can be seen that he has strong ambitions for power and is accustomed to controlling power.
The half-faced evil demon saw her looking over, raised the wine bottle in his hand to her, and raised an inexplicable smile at the corners of his lips.
She narrowed her eyes slightly. It was certain that he could not detoxify the poison she had given. In other words, he should be half dead from heart pain and lying on the bed, curled up and shaking in pain. Why did he act like nothing was wrong?
The desk where Feng Guiwan played the piano was five or six meters away from the front of the main seat. For some reason, she always felt a dark wind blowing from behind, as if there was a ghost behind her that could seize her soul at any time. She trembled and turned towards her.
After taking a look, she found that no one was sitting on the few empty chairs, so she continued to concentrate on playing the piano. The slender fingertips playing the piano were trembling uncontrollably, but she forcibly controlled them and pretended as if nothing had happened.
Jun Chenghao also followed Feng Jingyun's gaze and looked over. The main seat was empty, but he saw something 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 and just glanced at the main seat, then looked at Feng Jingyun. Seeing her expressionless face, a trace of admiration appeared on his handsome face. She was indeed the woman he fell in love with, even in the eyes of the world.
She doesn't look down upon evil spirits who are more terrifying than ghosts.
