The cold wind is very cold, the lights in the Mingyao Hall are bright, dozens of maids carry the dishes in and out, the mountain and sea delicacies on the mahogany tray are countless, and there is more aura cooking, the fairy mist is shrouded, the value is expensive, and it is eye-catching.

The soft veil hanging on the Zhu Door flew up, and the rice paper was like a lantern with soft light, Lan Wujiang lifted his sleeve robe and strode into the house.

"You're here." Lan He sat at the top of the Eight Immortals Table and snorted with a smile.

Lan Wujiang sat down under the guidance of the maid, cleaned her hands in a golden basin, rinsed her mouth with fragrant tea, and put her snow-white wrists on the hot towel pillow, she lightly hooked her lips and looked sideways, "Thank you grandpa for rescuing me today." ”

Lan He snorted lightly, picked up the jade chopsticks, and put a piece of white snow yam into Lan Wujiang's bowl, his eyebrows were kind, "What minor did you choose today?"

Lan Wujiang put the yam in his mouth and muttered, "Physical cultivation." ”

Lan He's face changed, and the chopsticks that continued to pick up the vegetables were put back, and his hand slapped heavily on the table, his phoenix eyes were raised, not angry and arrogant, "You say it again." ”

Lan Wujiang cleared his throat unexpectedly and looked at Lan He squarely, "Go back to Grandpa, the physical training institute chosen by my grandson." ”

"Give me a reason to convince me." Lan He tugged at the corners of his lips, as if he had thought of something in his heart, suppressed his anger, and his tone softened slightly.

"When my mother made the choice to run away from home, did my grandfather think about the reason?" Lan Wujiang also put down his chopsticks.

"You threaten me?" The corners of Ranhe's lips turned up, and his smile was extremely cold.

Lan Wujiang raised his eyebrows, his smile was retracted, and his eyes were meaningful, "Sun Er naturally doesn't dare, Sun Er just wants to ask for an understanding, whether Grandpa knows the cause of this matter or doesn't know the reason, if Grandpa is willing to tell Grandpa the answer, Grandpa can also tell Grandpa why Grandpa and Grandpa insist on choosing physical cultivation." ”

Lan He stared at Lan Wujiang for a long time, then tore off a string of red sandalwood beads from his hand and put it in front of Lan Wujiang, "Lan Wujiang, I want you to understand that I didn't cultivate you because you are Qing'er's daughter, you have to understand where your value lies." ”

She stood up and looked down at Lan Wujiang, the kindness in her eyes fading at this moment, revealing the water chestnut that belonged to her.

Lan Wujiang put the string of red sandalwood beads on his hand and laughed at Lan He, "Then grandson will congratulate grandpa for always being shrewd." ”

Forever the bloodlines are separated, and the children and grandchildren are not close.

Lan He's stern lips pursed, turned around and entered the inner room, Chuan Yan stared at Lan Wujiang and slowly hooked his lips, and saluted Lan Wujiang, "Miss Wujiang, grandpa sent the dead man to Qinghuan Building, if necessary, you can transfer with Miss." ”

She squinted, charming, and smiled gently, and turned around to follow in Ranhe's footsteps behind the beaded curtain.

Lan Wujiang raised his hand indifferently, staring at the string of red sandalwood beads on his wrist in a daze, and laughed out loud, and the laughter was cold.

There are thousands of people, but unfortunately they are all crazy.

Those in power can give up their own daughters for the sake of interests, those in high positions can kill former sisters for power, there are countless hypocrites, absurdly full of chaff and relatives, and they are biased to make their own cocoons, pretending that their children and grandchildren are deeply affectionate, and husbands and wives are harmonious.

The Lan family - outside the gold and jade, defeated in it.

Lan Wujiang had a bright smile on his face, and exhaled a cool breath, and the battle intent in his eyes was burning.

"Miss Wujiang, grandpa instructed you to finish your meal before leaving." The maid at the door who built the sixth order of the foundation stopped Lan Wujiang who wanted to get up, and her every move was suppressed with spiritual power, but the expression on her face was decent and generous, so that people couldn't find anything wrong.

Lan Wujiang pinched her wrist and lowered her voice, the corners of her lips were cold, "You also want to suppress me?"

The maid was stunned for a moment, her whole body was numb, and the evil qi surged out from Lan Wujiang's palm and violently suppressed the acupoints of her whole body, her eyes widened suddenly, and in just a moment, it seemed that time and space were distorted, her arms froze and could not move, she could only stare at Lan Wujiang and walked out of Mingyao Hall.

This watch lady...... So deep hole cards.