No matter how ugly such a tall man is, it will not make people feel a serious sense of disobedience. What's more, she had seen his face before. Although he is in his forties, he still has an unconcealable demeanor, and he can definitely be called a beautiful man.

It's just that I don't know why I have been wearing such a mask for more than ten years, and I don't want to show my true face.

Mr. Jing, Murong Qingyu's confidant. It is rumored that he came to the Marshal's Mansion fifteen years ago to help Murong Qingyu guard the five hundred orphans in the secret room. After that, he took on the responsibility of educating these orphans, and was the teacher of her and Murong Yan's body.

I have to say, this is a versatile killer man. Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, knives, guns and sticks, none of them can stump him, even embroidery him. Murong Xiao wanted to know, what would this Mr. Jing not do?

After fifteen years of conscientious work, perhaps Murong Qingyu was not very comfortable with him at first, and locked him in the dark secret room. But time will tell, and now, he has long become the other party's confidant and indispensable assistant.

She had always wanted to get to know him, to figure out how he sometimes looked at her inexplicably. It's just that in the previous life, he was killed by them because he overheard the conversation between her and Thousand Nights.

She still can't forget the look on his hand when she plunged her dagger into his heart.

In his expression, there was no inaction and hatred when he was killed by her, on the contrary, what she saw was his worry and reluctance to her. She asked him who he was, but he had lost his life.

In the previous life, she didn't kill the people around Murong Qingyu, and this Mr. Jing was the only person she regretted killing the other party.

So in this life, she must find out the identity of this Mr. Jing.

Thankfully, it's just getting started.

Seeing Mr. Jing, Murong smiled slightly, this man has actually been very good to her since she was a child, so she really has a master-apprentice love for him.

Seeing Murong Xiao coming, Mr. Jing also bowed slightly, stepped aside his body, and made way for them to enter and exit the door.

Pushing the door in, a dark wind blows in his face.

This study sits south and faces north, and was built with special thermal insulation materials, and the windows here are hung with curtains in the summer, and large pieces of ice are placed in the ventilated corners of the room, so the temperature inside is instantly five or six degrees lower than outside.

As soon as the door was pushed open, he could see Murong Qingyu sitting at the desk opposite. Five chairs had already been set up across from him, and it was clear that they were for them.

Seeing Murong Xiao, a trace of surprise flashed in Murong Qingyu's eyes, and then it was replaced by satisfaction and joy.

"Come, children, come and sit down at Father's side, and let Father take a good look at you."

Murong Qingyu smiled kindly as he stood up and personally greeted the five daughters who walked in the door. No matter how you look at it, you are a loving father.

However, his kindness did not relax the mood of the women who came in, because they all knew that raising them from childhood to adulthood, and at the cost of losing 495 killer elites, they were made to fight each other in such a cruel way. Now, he smiled at the last five remaining men, such men, no matter how kind they looked and spoke, they were jackals they couldn't afford to mess with.

(Updated on August 19th)