Han Rui was slightly stunned and raised his voice: "Who is here?" ”

"It's Qian Jialangjun." Running out of breath, Ah Fu didn't care about it, and hurriedly said: "By the way, there is also a lady who said that she came to visit Lang Jun." ”

"Got it, let's go back." Han Rui responded, and smiled sideways: "Brother Wang, the humble house is shabby, I don't know if there is a chance to invite you to a small gathering and meet two new friends." ”

Wang Yingluo hesitated and said, "What about Master Huaihai? ”

"I almost forgot." Han Rui chuckled, took two steps forward, and said loudly: "Great monk, I'm going home, please invite Brother Wang to be a guest, do you want to go with me." ”

"The two donors go first, and when I finish planting the seedlings, I will go naturally." Huaihai responded, without raising his head, and continued to concentrate on planting rice in the paddy field.

"Okay." Han Ruiyang said: "My home is in ...... Forget it, you can go into the village and ask. ”

It was almost noon, and the flowers and grass on both sides of the path nodded happily in the warm breeze, and several colorful butterflies danced in pairs, up and down, frolicking in the flowers and plants.

In front of the door of the house, under the dense shade forest, I caught a glimpse of Han Rui's figure from afar, Qian Feng hurriedly greeted him, and before the person arrived, he began to complain: "Twenty-one Lang, where did you go early in the morning, let people wait...... Hey, this is ....... ”

Noticing that there was a beautiful young man with a wide robe and big sleeves next to Han Rui, with fair skin, clear eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, and an outstanding demeanor, Qian Feng couldn't help but be surprised.

"Brother Yuezhou." Han Rui smiled: "A friend I met some time ago. ”

"In Xia Qianfeng, I have seen Brother Wang." Waving his hands and saluting, Qian Feng muttered in his heart, he looks so handsome, like a beautiful person carved in pink and jade, and he doesn't let people live.

Wang Yingluo returned the salute with a smile, gentle and polite, showing a handsome demeanor.

"Yuezhou, isn't it the Langya royal family?" There was a soft and beautiful sound next to it, which made people unforgettable, but I saw a beautiful woman walking in a beautiful woman, walking vigorously, wearing a white silk dress like a clear moonlight, and her towering breasts were propped up so that the white clothes were thin, taking advantage of the sunlight, as if the fresh skin like catkins appeared.

"Jiang Zhen, I've seen Han Langjun and Wang Langjun."

Under the gaze of everyone, I saw that the beauty pursed her lips and smiled, Yingying gave a salute, the temples were slightly loose, she pulled a bun at will, and inserted a lilac hairpin flower obliquely, which looked a little casual but elegant, with an ivory-like moist complexion, a face as charming as the moon, a little powder, her eyes were shining, and her lazy and charming eyes were heartwarming.

Seeing that Han Rui and Qian Feng seemed to be still intoxicated by the beauty style, Wang Yingluo stood up and responded with a smile: "The real lady is polite." ”

"Wang Langjun ...... politely."

The two of them greeted each other there, and they were surprised by each other's beautiful and handsome faces, but in the eyes of outsiders, one of them was handsome and unparalleled, and the other was charming and colorful, standing together, like a pair of fairy couples who were perfectly matched.

On the side, Qian Feng was a little uncomfortable, and said in a low voice: "Twenty-one Lang, when did you meet a friend, born so handsome, like a beautiful Zhousheng." ”

"Third brother, it's not a gentleman's act to slander others behind your back." Han Rui said softly, you must know that Pian Pian Zhou Sheng is not a compliment.

According to the history books, there are two beauties in the Wei and Jin dynasties, one is Pan An, and the other is Zhou Xiaoshi, both of whom are earth-shattering beautiful men, Pan An needless to say, is very famous, as for Zhou Xiaoshi, some people praise them with poetry, Zhou Sheng, graceful children, fragrant and soft, and the quality is red...... That's how the word prostitute came about.

"Don't say anything about indecency, Twenty-one Lang taught a lesson." After a moment, Qian Feng admitted his mistake, and suddenly whispered: "Tell me the truth, is he a son of the Langya Wang family?" ”

"I don't know, maybe it's true." Han Rui shook his head slightly, today is only a formal acquaintance, how do you know the details of the other party.

"If it is, it would be good." Qian Feng said softly.

"How?" Han Rui asked.

After hesitating for a moment, Qian Feng said seriously: "...... Uh, speaking of which, I know the children of the Langya Wang family, it should be a very face-saving thing. ”

Looking at each other, the two looked at each other and smiled, naturally knowing that not only this benefit, you must know that it is not only the Li royal family that is sitting in the world now, but also the power of the family, famous families, wang clans, and gate valves.

If it was more than two hundred years ago, the Langya Wang family could easily do this, after all, in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the proverb that the king and the horse share the world is not only a joke, but also the door lord clan at its peak, there is still the first family, the reputation of the hairpin family, which shows the power of the Langya Wang family.

For more than 300 years, the Wang family can produce a large number of people, Shi Eun is prominent, they or lead a generation of fashion, or hold a dynasty's bull's ear, from the Han and Wei dynasties into the two Jin Dynasty and the Southern Dynasties, has been so prosperous, so glorious, although during the Sui and Tang dynasties, the family power due to the change of dynasties, frequent wars, once declined, but still no one dares to underestimate the Langya Wang family this golden signboard, in the eyes of the world, as long as the foundation is not lost, it is a matter of time before the prosperity is restored.

"Two beautiful women." A few steps forward, Han Rui said with a smile: "If you don't enter the door, wouldn't it seem that I, the master, are too rude, can you give a few thin noodles, move a little, and enter the hall to talk, so as to give me a chance to perform." ”

Hearing him say it funny, the two of them smiled slightly, their skin was generally brighter than snow, their eyebrows were generally picturesque, and their delicate and clean and clear faces were shining in the sun, making others dizzy.

Walking to the door, stretching out his hand to lead, Qian Feng is a frequent visitor, naturally he will not be polite, walked next to Han Rui, acted as half of the master, but Wang Yingluo and Jiang Zhen politely excused themselves, for a moment, they made an appointment to walk side by side, their steps were light, they seemed to be in a hurry, but there was no sound, and the front of the door was obviously full of residual leaves, and they couldn't see where the footprints were.

In the mansion, it may be all year round, there are not a few guests, and the performance of the servants is more joyful and excited than Han Rui, just when a few people are chatting, they begin to get busy, clean the hall The windows are bright and spotless, and there is no special order, and the kitchen begins to prepare for the banquet.

Entering the hall and sitting down, Han Rui felt a little at a loss to greet the guests, if there was only Qian Feng, there would be no problem with chatting nonsense, but now there are more Wang Yingluo, and the beautiful Jiang Zhen, what topic to talk about, it is worth considering, thinking in his heart, he subconsciously looked at Qian Feng, quite a request for help.

Fortunately, the beautiful Jiang Zhen seemed to be a lovely person with exquisite thoughts, sat down for a while, keenly noticed Han Rui's embarrassment, straightened up, and saluted emptyly: "Today, Jiang Zhen made a special trip to visit and ask Han Langjun for advice." ”

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