Princesses are always forced to blacken

Chapter 22 The master behind Xiaoyaoju ([-]) (recommended to add more)
The silver and black mask came into the bottom of her eyes. After more than two years, this figure came into Su Rao's eyes again, bringing out the figure from that night in her memory. Even standing in the storm, she couldn't hide it. The coldness on his body was as cold as an ice cave.

More than two years have passed, the coldness in his bones seems to be getting colder and colder, but just looking at each other through the window, Su Rao already feels an icy breath pressing towards her whole body, it is actually colder than winter.

Neither of them opened their mouths first, just like the rainy night two years ago, when they looked at each other, this time the distance was closer, and Su Rao could clearly see the eyes under his mask, slender and upturned, they should be Danfeng eyes, The charming red phoenix eyes are full of ice.

It's too deep to see clearly.

After a long time, a gust of cold wind blew and shook the candles in the pavilion. Su Rao regained consciousness, but already felt the coolness sweeping over her body, and unconsciously rubbed her arms secretly.

Seeing this movement, Han Mochen felt the sudden chill in his body slow down a bit.

"You want to give me the Cang Pavilion." Very direct question.

His voice was clear but hazy, like a breeze or misty rain, but the voice he spoke was just like that night.

cold.

It seems that he can only be described by the word 'cold', or his name is more appropriate.

cold, desert...

"Yes." Su Rao nodded: "Master Xiaoyaoju knows me..."

"Cold desert dust."

With cold and indifferent words, his eyes fell directly on Su Rao's face, without any fluctuation in his eyes, but he felt that he was dissatisfied with Su Rao calling him the master of Xiaoyaoju, he had told her his name.

Su Rao was slightly taken aback.

There is another sentence in my ear: "You are the first person to shield me from the wind and rain, and the last one, the only one. For you, I can make an exception, including the agreement between you and Huan Niang."

Han Mochen didn't say which agreement he was talking about, but Su Rao suddenly understood and knew what agreement he was talking about.

Huanniang concealed her identity as a daughter of the Su family from her master. If she and him were not an exception, then Huanniang would have been disposed of two years ago instead of being alive.

After understanding the meaning, Su Rao suddenly curled up her lips, smiled slightly, and asked Yisu to make a pot of tea.

"I'm very honored to make you Han Mochen an exception, but I think I should tell you clearly that you have forgotten me for more than two years, but I have forgotten you in just a few days, because you and I are just passing by. As a guest, after passing by, I thought I would never see you again."

After finishing speaking, Su Rao went to the table.

Han Mochen stood outside the window, his cold and indifferent Danfeng eyes seemed to fluctuate slightly, and then seemed to have nothing, and walked in.

Yisu made good tea and stayed outside the pavilion.

Only then did Uncle Hao and Qinniang realize that someone entered the courtyard, and just as they came up to the pavilion, Yisu made a silent movement, and they stopped in their tracks.

Then they looked at each other, then looked at Yisu, Yisu shook his head to indicate that nothing happened, the two went down lightly and went back to the house.

It was not investigated who the visitor was.

Han Mochen walked in and sat across from Su Rao. Su Rao finally saw clearly that the black clothes he was wearing were not completely black, but were embroidered with red and dark patterns on the collar and cuffs, but it was not obvious. His mask is not monotonous silver and black.

The mask covered most of his face, leaving only the lips and chin, and above the mask were clouds flying.

His lips are thin and moderate, slightly rosy, and well-shaped.

Wearing a black cloak, strands of thick black hair fell in front of him.

Mysterious, unpredictable.

Dressed like this, there are only two kinds of people, one is that he is a noble person on the surface, and he is afraid of being known, and the other is that he does not like to expose himself, like a night demon hiding in the dark.

Picking up the cup and taking a sip, his movements felt elegant and dignified.

The sitting posture is also a straight body, which has been a habit for many years.

It can be seen that his identity is definitely not ordinary.

But Su Rao felt that he was more like the second type of person, because he was not vigilant at all because of her scrutiny, because he felt that he hid himself well, and he was not worried about what she would see through such a scrutiny.

Such a person must be a person with a story, and what kind of story would make him rather live in darkness than see any light.

But these are just Su Rao's thoughts from the perspective of a bystander.

Su Rao looked at Han Mochen, and Han Mochen also looked at her after taking a sip of tea.

She was just like what he saw on that night two years ago. She was dressed in a bright red dress, with three thousand black hair tied up by a single blood-red jade hairpin. Her eyes were as charming as that night, even more charming than the stars in the night sky. That night she He also looked at him like this, and then said those words, held up the umbrella for him, and blocked the storm.

That night, at the moment when she held his hand in her hand and handed over the umbrella to him, layers of killing sprang up in his heart, but he didn't make a move to kill her, that was his first time. For the first time, he controlled himself and the bloodthirsty killing in his heart.

In the following two years, he secretly watched her many times, watching her switch between Mr. Xiao and Su Rao. Mr. Xiao's she was unrestrained and casual, while Su Rao's was perverted, playful and lustful. The only thing he saw was her who was willing to stop and fall asleep after exhausting herself every night.

"Xiang Pavilion, Xiaoyaoju can be protected, but I have one condition."

Han Mochen opened his mouth.

"Tell me." Su Rao nodded, knowing that since Huan Niang said that the master of Xiaoyaoju wanted to see her, Su Rao had guessed it.

There is nothing in the world that is taken for nothing, and there is no pie that is lost in vain. Even if Han Mochen said that he can make an exception for her, Su Rao would not think that he is different from Han Mochen.

She never underestimates herself, but she never underestimates herself.

No one in the world will be kind to anyone for no reason. Except for parents, except for family members, everyone else is good for a purpose. Even people who love each other are willing to give in order to get each other's love. Love each other.

"My condition is very simple, you."

At Han Mochen's words, Su Rao frowned.

"impossible."

Without a moment's hesitation, he directly refused.

Han Mochen's cold and insensitive eyes seemed to move again.

"You may have misunderstood me, I mean Young Master Xiao."

Su Rao's face froze, and then she blushed slightly, although it was only for a short moment, but Han Mochen saw the change in the cold eyes, this time it was clearly captured, even though it was only a short breath.

"You can continue to be the master behind the Cang Pavilion, and the Xiaoyao Order I gave you can also rule the entire Xiaoyaoju for your use, but Mr. Xiao, if you come forward in the future, you must be my man."

This condition is not too much, and Su Rao thinks that she has earned it.

There was a faint smile on his face, the tip of his eyes turned peachy and crimson, and Han Mochen's eyes shone, shaking again.

Su Rao picked up the cup.

"Replacing wine with tea, happy cooperation."

"It's not a cooperation, it's just a family."

Han Mochen also picked up the cup, drank it all in one gulp, and left.

"From now on, you will be the second master of Xiaoyaoju. I hope you will be my only exception forever."

"Forever..." Su Rao also drank in one gulp, "It's been too long."

Yi Su walked in.

She could hear Su Rao's conversation with Han Mochen clearly.

"Miss, this master of Xiaoyaoju is too mysterious, let's cooperate with him..."

Su Rao got up, walked to the window lattice again, her eyes fell on the courtyard wall again, the black shadow had disappeared without a trace, the general's palace could come and go like this, his martial arts might not be as high as she thought, I don't know if it would be The second brother confronted him...

"Yisu, didn't you hear? It's not a cooperation, but a family. Besides, in this world, there are a few kind-hearted people. The kind-hearted people have already died. In such a chaotic world, how can they survive like this?" There are a few who are clean inside.

I ask myself that I am not a good person, and I don’t want to be a good person, and I don’t want to be a good person. A good person does not live long, and the disaster will last for thousands of years. I am not a good person.

If it wasn't for the education I received in my previous life...

"Being a scourge, a scourge of the country, I think I would be more willing, and I would be very happy, but it's a pity..."

Close the window and go to the cabinet.

The current her can't do it, maybe one day she can do it, but it's not the current her, the one who still has a conscience in her heart, the one who wants her father and mother to rest in peace.

(End of this chapter)