Chapter 2812: Han Zifei (2)

In the quiet small hall, there is a faint fragrance of flowers. The fragrance of flowers is not sticky, but it has a refreshing fragrance, which makes people not get tired of smelling it for a long time.

As soon as Han Shu stepped into this small hall, her face became a bit ugly. Every time she took a step, she had the urge to turn around and leave this place immediately.

However, she couldn't.

"Where is the saint?" Han Shu asked aloud when she saw the maid in the small hall.

"The saint is in the study." The maid said.

Han Shu secretly sneered.

A study, a study again.

She is obviously a saintess of the saintess family and has a very high status, but that person just likes to do these meaningless things, holding those tattered books every day, who is pretending to read them?

"Understood, Elder Yun asked me to convey something to her, so I'll go find her right away." Han Shu said with a sullen face.

The maid nodded obediently.

Walking from the small hall to the promenade, passing through the gorgeous courtyard, looking at the gazebo carved out of jade, and seeing the snow-colored crystals inlaid on the ground, Han Shu's heart darkened a little bit.

This is the small hall where the saintesses lived in the past, and it is also the most luxurious place of the saintess family. The best things in the whole family are sent here for the saintess to enjoy.

When she was young, Han Shu had dreamed countless times that she could live in such a good place, but the result turned out to be bloody cruelty and reality.

Walking all the way to the study, Han Shu no longer remembered how many good things she saw.

Since Han Zifei fled, this small hall has also been vacant. Only the maids come to clean it every day, but others are not allowed to enter at all.

She took a deep breath, raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Who?" A gentle and pleasant voice sounded in the room.

Han Shu said: "Saint, it's me, Han Shu."

There was no sound in the study, and Han Shu only felt a burning pain on her face.

Obviously she and Han Zifei have the same mother,

Why, it was Han Zifei who got all of this, not her? !

Before waiting for the unwillingness in Han Shu's heart to burn, the door of the study was suddenly opened.

A woman with an exquisite face is wearing an extremely simple goose yellow dress, with long black hair hanging down behind her. It is obviously the simplest dress, but it is even more eye-catching than the bright March sun. It is so beautiful that people cannot move it. open sight.

Han Zifei...

The third saint of the Saintess clan, and the most beautiful woman of the Saintess clan.

Every time Han Shu saw Han Zifei's face, she wanted to tear her off and stick it on her own.

"Saint." Han Shu lowered her head, trying to hide the unwillingness in her eyes.

"Han Shu? Why are you free to come to me today?" Han Zifei's voice was gentle, but there was a sharp and heroic look between her brows, not as delicate as ordinary women.

"If you have anything to say, come in and say it." Han Zifei chuckled, turned and walked into the study, sat down at the desk casually, and put the unfinished book aside.

Han Shu stepped into the study room, and the rows of bookshelves in the study room were filled with some old books. Those books had passed through many years, and they could only be preserved in the cold environment like the top of the holy mountain. The books are so intact, but if you look carefully, each of those books seems to have been read countless times, and the corners are already a little fuzzy.