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"Miss......" Seeing Lan Wujiang wake up, the maid calmly walked in front of Lan Wujiang, knelt on the ground and handed over the basin of water.

Lan Wujiang bowed his head, staring at the aura of a layer of peach blossom petals in the water basin casually, and with a flick of his fingers, he set off a circle of ripples, and the water droplets were blowing on his face, containing the sweetness of the petals.

"Miss, Miss Jun'er was waiting outside early in the morning, the slave said that you were recuperating from your injuries, but Miss Jun'er still insisted on waiting outside......" The maid lowered her eyes and stared at the ground.

The corners of Lan Wujiang's lips moved, and he rinsed his mouth with spiritual tea again, "Let her in." ”

From the moment she entered the house, the woman had not been calculating her at every step...... The days of this Lanfu are really exciting, and they never stop.

Lan Jun'er was dressed in a light veil, beautiful like a person in the fog, she whispered, and her spirit was radiant, "The Muscle Pill given by my grandfather is really a good object, my sister is radiant now, and I can't see the slightest trace of scarring." ”

Lan Wujiang raised his eyes and met them with a calm gaze, "I was able to enter the mansion thanks to Miss Jun'er." ”

Lan Jun'er was overjoyed, her fingers clenched, and the pleasure in her tone couldn't be hidden.

She really didn't see the wrong person, Lan Wujiang remembered her kindness.

The smile on Lan Jun'er's face became even brighter, she was slightly dressed, sat on the pear blossom wooden chair, and said in surprise, "What is my sister doing with these scenes?" My sister is not in the Lan family, and my grandfather will definitely look for it if he knows his whereabouts. ”

Lan Wujiang chuckled, she couldn't tell whether it was mockery or pleasure.

When her mother disappeared, the Lan family publicized that her mother was dead, just because they were afraid that her mother would make a scandal outside, which would be unfavorable to the Lan family.

The concern in her grandmother's eyes was true or false, and what she held in the palm of her hand was only grandmother's pity.

is full of pity, how can she gain a firm foothold in the Lan family.

"Miss Six's injury is not complete, today I made an appointment to go to the martial arts platform, but now I can't go, I have an appointment with my second brother, but it's not good to go alone, if my sister doesn't dislike it, can I go with my sister?" Lan Jun'er smiled, and when she saw that Lan Wujiang didn't answer, she took a step forward in her own way.

"Sister doesn't know, the competition platform has always been lively, and the handsome sons of the capital often gather there." Lan Jun'er pretended to be intimate and held Lan Wujiang's hand.

Lan Wujiang quietly pulled away, with a coolness in his eyes, "Since you have spoken, I will never refuse you." ”

"That sister is waiting outside the door, red wine, prepare the car." Lan Jun'er smiled, the temples on her head were slightly slanted, and the pearl tassels were shining with a layer of polish.

Lan Wujiang squinted, slowly got out of bed, put his fingers on the maid's arm, his ink-colored clothes swayed slightly, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "What kind of place is the martial arts platform?" ”

The maid thought for a moment and said lightly, "The slave maid has never been there, but I often hear that it says that it doesn't matter if you live or die, you only talk about winning or losing...... Miss Jun'er ....... ”

Lan Wujiang withdrew his hand, put on his coat, and raised his eyebrows undeniably, "Okay, let's hairpin for me."

There are always people in high positions who think they are playing chess, but they don't know that they are chess.

The Zhu Gate of Qinghuanlou was pushed open by the guards, and Lan Wujiang sat in the soft sedan chair, his eyebrows and eyes were cold.

"Sister! Wait for me, I'll go to the tournament too. ”

Lan Xiaowu didn't know where to get the news, and chased after him on a small black pony, his voice was hurried and bright.

Lan Jun'er's face changed, and she was about to ask the maid to drive Lan Xiaowu away, but Lan Wujiang's sedan chair stopped in front.

"Sister!" Lan Xiaowu ignored Lan Jun'er, immediately turned over and dismounted, and quickly lifted the curtain of Lan Wujiang's sedan chair with his little hand, and his red face was smiling brightly.