Zhang's mother looked at Fenghua's leaving figure and began to think about something...

This man has a handsome appearance and extraordinary bearing. It can be seen that he treats her young lady very well. Didn't he blame himself last time for only arranging a little girl who was only seven or eight years old to serve Xi'er?

Haha, it would be great if the young lady could find such a husband to marry in the future!

"Mother Zhang, why are you giggling? What's wrong with Xi'er?"

Leng Xianhua finally finished dealing with the Prime Minister's father and hurried over. He expected to see Xiaoyue pouting or jumping up and down, but who would have thought that she would actually be sleeping on the bed with a pale face...

"Master, actually I don't know what's going on... The young lady was already like this when she was sent back."

"Being sent back? Why didn't Xi'er come back on her own?"

Leng Xianhua's brows almost twisted into a knot. It was indeed a long way from the gate to Qinyuan, but what happened during this period?

Seeing his appearance, Zhang Ma hesitated for a while and said, "Master, actually, I have something that has been in my heart for a long time. I have always wanted to say it to you, Master, but I never had the chance. Today is just the right time. I see.

The young master cares about the young lady so much, so let me tell you... In fact, the young lady had no scars on her face before she was three years old..."

really!

His memory is not wrong, so it can be seen that there is something fishy about his mother's death. He must find out the black hand hidden in the dark!!

****

Feng Hua, who left the Prime Minister's Mansion, had just returned to the inn. As soon as she reached the second floor, she felt a strong murderous aura!

Who is so brave and dares to ambush him in the largest inn in the capital in broad daylight, and waits patiently for several hours to kill him?

But just a few killers want to succeed? That's too much to underestimate his brilliance!

Pretending to be nonchalant, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, raised his legs and walked slowly towards his room.

The moment he entered the room, Feng Hua drew out the soft sword from his waist as fast as a normal person, and slashed out a piercing sword energy towards the killers hiding on the beams.

After a period of whirring noises, the masked men on the rafters all fell to the ground. Their eyes were filled with fear, and there was sweat on their foreheads. They didn't expect that this person's internal power was so strong that it was impossible to find out.

, with just a casual slash, the sword energy shattered their butterfly bones.

Fenghua held the sword, ignored the mess on the ground, walked to the bed and sat down, saying in a calm tone, "Who sent you?"

Although he was smiling, lowering his head and concentrating on cleaning his sword, there was an oppressive and cold tone in his tone that could not be resisted.

Several people looked at each other, but no one answered.

Fenghua smiled, put the sword beside the bed, stood up, and walked towards the nearest killer step by step, "Don't want to say? OK, then let's play a game, okay? Now I'll start asking questions, and you guys will answer, who will answer?"

Once he comes out, I will let him go. If he is slow to answer, he will be punished by me, okay?"

After saying this, regardless of whether the killers were willing to accept it, they started to ask the first question, "How do you know that I live here?"

One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Chapter completed!