Chapter 3 2. The Heir

My gaze meets Feng Xiansu in mid-air, as if for a moment, she has lowered her eyes. When her head was halfway down, I suddenly called out: "Sister Xiansu." She had to look up, look up, and look at me. I stopped talking. ——Don't look away when you meet my gaze. That's what I was trying to say, and she obviously got it. I looked at Feng Xiansu's pale face, and said softly, "It's been hard work for you today, you are not in good health, let me come, you go and rest for a while." Saying this, he stood still on the sapphire road, stroking the bright gemstones on the ring, and smiling slightly.

There are some things that you know you don’t need to do, but you must say it, otherwise you will not be considerate of your servants, and you will not be a master.This, just like I can call Feng Xiansu my sister, but she can never call me a sister, is a normal rule of a wealthy family. As expected, Feng Xiansu declined me immediately. Although she knew better than anyone that I had no intention of welcoming guests in person, she still sincerely expressed her gratitude for my sympathy. This small cooperation played a big role, at least it made that dirty man named Han Feng restrain his presumptuous gaze on me.

"Are you the successor of the Gong family?" I heard him ask me in a harsh voice, "You won't let me in?" I said lightly, "You can come in." Han Feng was startled, and said: "Didn't you say..." "I said I didn't like that rule," I smiled at him, "but I didn't say you couldn't come in." Han Feng also smiled, "Then I'll come in." As he took a step, he scanned his surroundings vigilantly. "Welcome." I smiled and stretched out my hand, "Where's your invitation?" Han Feng stopped, and Zhong Ruo handed over a jasper leaf.

I took the invitation, turned it over and over slowly for a long time, wiped off a piece of dirt on it with a silk cloth, threw the silk cloth away, and called out: "Sister Xiansu." The silk fluttered close to the ground, and stopped at Feng Xiansu's feet.Perhaps because of standing in the wind, the corners of her skirt were stained with dust, which made the silk white and flawless. Feng Xiansu looked down at the silk silk, as if he was obsessed with it, and when he heard me shout, he raised his head, "Miss?" I raised a finger, pointed at Han Feng, and asked, "Who is he?"

Feng Xiansu said: "Wang Feng, a native of Datong, Shanxi, was twenty-eight years old. He lost his father at the age of three and his mother at the age of five. He was expelled from the Tianshan faction, fled all the way to the Central Plains, and became a killer, now named Han Feng, nicknamed Blood Wolf, ranked fifteenth in the killer list." I let out a "huh" and slowly turned my gaze to Han Feng. Han Feng's face became ugly, and he said after a long while: "There is a strange man in the Central Plains martial arts. He is familiar with everything that happened in the rivers and lakes for two hundred years, but he died mysteriously more than ten years ago for unknown reasons. His young daughter is also missing..."

Wind Cellulose did not respond. Han Feng went on to say: "I remember that strange person seems to be called Fengli, I wonder if I remember correctly?" Wind Cellulose still didn't respond. Han Feng wanted to ask again, but I suddenly said, "Your Excellency's surname was originally Wang, but later changed to Han, I wonder if I remember correctly?" Han Feng did not deny it. I raised the invitation card in my hand, and said to him very politely: "So I'm really sorry, on this invitation card, I didn't see a word of king, nor did I see a word of cold, please show me If not, please return."

Han Feng looked at me with a very strange look, and asked slowly: "You have made such a big circle, just to show that this invitation is not mine?" "I'm a reasonable person." I smiled. Han Feng said coldly: "Unfortunately, I am not a person who likes to reason." "This is not a good habit, you have to change it." I suggested politely. "What if I don't want to change?" I sighed and said: "If you mean that you must enter this door today, then you can come in. I can't fight with you, can I?" Before Han Feng could react, I stomped my feet suddenly and shouted: "Master Feng!"

Feng Xiansu looked at me in surprise. "How did you become the chief executive? The exhibition has only been held for one day, and you have lost the 'gilt three-cobalt pestle-patterned silver bottle'! This is a family heirloom of our palace family. The magic weapon used in the initiation incense is lost now, how can you explain it to me?" I yelled this in anger, anxiety, and annoyance. All the people present were dumbfounded, and everyone thought that I had suddenly lost my mind. Feng Xiansu also seemed surprised, "This..." "What is this? Hurry up and find the treasure for me!" I yelled sharply, "The exhibition is heavily guarded, how can outsiders steal it? It must be the work of the participants!"

Having said that, my voice suddenly dropped, and I frowned and said, "But the people invited to this rare exhibition are all close friends who have been with the Gong family for a hundred years, and they will never..." At this time, Feng Xiansu suddenly said lightly: "Not all of them are best friends." I was overjoyed, but Han Feng's face changed. Feng Xiansu said: "Miss, have you forgotten that there is someone who stole someone else's invitation?" "Yeah, I actually forgot!" I glanced at Han Feng and said with a sneer, "What a daring thief, how dare you offend the Gong family! Pass down the order and use thousands of disciples from the Gong family to track him down!" , and he must be arrested and brought to justice!"

"Yes!" A smile appeared on Feng Xiansu's lips, and he said lightly, "The elder Ying who came to watch the exhibition has not left yet, should I ask him for help?" I glanced at her with admiration, nodded and said: "That's kind! Uncle Ying is the number one expert in the six sects and a close friend of my family. If I ask him for help, he will definitely not refuse! Thief, thieves, you Even if you have wings, you can never escape the pursuit of the world's number one arrester..." Before he finished speaking, Han Feng suddenly turned his head and left without saying a word.

I looked at his back coldly, and didn't ask him to walk slowly, I just didn't want him to enter the gate of the palace house, I didn't want to piss him off. Since I was a child, my father taught me a truth: Whether it is a person or a family, self-deprecation is the most stupid thing. No matter how high Han Feng's martial arts are, no matter how many banknotes he has in his pocket, he is still just a well-done Jianghu man, not worthy of entering the gate of the Gong family that has been standing for several generations. I looked down at the invitation card in my hand again, threw it to my feet, and said lightly: "Xiao Donglai's invitation card will not be issued again next year." A person who can't even keep the invitation card is not worthy of entering the palace's gate again.