Chapter 2: Is It Too Late to Explain?

As soon as she entered, the eyes of the five people also fell on her.

"These five are the Master of the Qinglong Hall Ji Hall, the Master of the White Tiger Hall of the Dynasty, the Master of the Vermilion Bird Hall Xiaoyao Hall, the Master of the Xuanwu Hall and the Left Deputy Hall Master of the Vermilion Bird Hall." The man seemed to be a sign-up word machine, and introduced to the five people, "This is the nephew of the old gang leader, Zhang Lantiangongzi." ”

Hey, didn't this man just call him a young helper? Why is it called Childe again now? Zheng Jin pouted secretly in his heart. But now, she knows pretty much it. It turned out that the original owner who confessed his mistake was called Zhang Lantian. Well, the name is still a bit earthy, but compared to the four divine beasts, it's a lot better.

Zheng Jin wanted to laugh a little, but he couldn't help it, and now he hurried to explain it clearly, saving a waste of time.

"Actually, I ......"

"Please wait a minute." She was interrupted by a soft, soft voice.

Zheng Jin looked at the person who spoke, as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind, it was the elegant and handsome son, listening to the introduction just now, it seemed to be ...... The master of the White Tiger Hall, surname... Toward?

The hall master also looked at her, and although he had a smile on his face, he didn't feel close. "Take the young helper down to wash up first, don't rush this time."

Wash? Zheng Jin touched her face, what happened to her handsome little white face. When she saw the black ash on her fingers, she couldn't hold back. Looking at the person who had just brought her in, this person did it on purpose, it must be.

"It's the negligence of the subordinates." The man knelt down and confessed.

The court master seemed to be a gentle steward, and he should let him go. Zheng Jin thought.

Really.

Zheng Jin had a little bad impression of this "tolerant" White Tiger Hall Master. However, his little white face is really important, so he still needs his face first to explain the misunderstanding. Zheng Jin followed the man and walked away.

"You're too gentle with your subordinates." The Qinglong Hall Master who was dressed in flowing white like an immortal next to him said lightly.

"This nephew Zhang seems to be a little cowardly." The lively and handsome Suzaku Hall Master shook the folding fan and smiled.

"No rules." The master of the Iceberg Xuanwu Hall didn't squint, and he didn't know who he was talking about.

The left deputy hall master looked at his own carefree hall master sitting and crossed Erlang's legs, shook his head helplessly, and did not speak.

Zheng Jin followed the man to a side room outside the council hall, which should be used for washing and changing clothes. The man brought her water, Zheng Jin reached out and tried it, it was cold, and raised her eyebrows.

"Thank you, you can go out first." The man went out.

Wash your hands, wash your face, dry them, and put on the clean clothes you brought, which is a bit big.

She slowly sorted out her clothes and walked to the bronze mirror to take a picture. Well, this little white face, how to look at it and how satisfied.

But...... She thought for a moment, and pulled out a mustache from her dirty laundry and glued it on. I didn't aggravate my eyebrows today, and I was a little feminine, so I couldn't show my stuffing. After thinking about it, she went to the bookcase again and took a brush, dipped it in ink, and lightly clicked a small mole on the tip of her nose. Well, that's pretty much it.

It's time to get out of your own shame. "Who's that, you come in."

The people outside were a little impatient to wait, and they pushed the door to enter when they heard the sound.

“Duang！” He fell.

Zheng Jin put the copper basin back on the small table, revealing four small white teeth, "Oops! Why are you so careless? Then he smiled and returned to the chamber.

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"The young helper is back." When the White Tiger Hall Master saw her, he gently reminded the other four people.

"Grind is dead." The little boy Suzaku Hall Master complained unabashedly and crossed his legs.

"Sorry, long waiting." Zheng Jin was in a good mood, so he nodded at them with a smile. Xiaoyao looked at her and blinked, she seemed to be a little different from just now.

"What about the retinue?" One less person.

"Oh, he tripped as he entered the door, hit his head on the threshold, and fainted." Zheng Jin lied and didn't make a draft, and the smile on his face remained unchanged.

Xiaoyao didn't speak again. The iceberg man next to him bubbled: "It's quite similar." ”

What is quite like? Zheng Jin is a little confused.

"It turns out that your mustache is fake, I said why can't I get the number." The little boy hall master leaned over, as if trying to touch her mustache. Zheng Jin took a step back.

"Stingy." Xiaoyao rolled his eyes. Throw a piece of drawing paper in her face. "Isn't it just a fake beard?"

Zheng Jin opened the drawing paper and looked at it, his eyes widened.

On the drawing paper is a relatively abstract "person". He had two eyes, a nose and a mouth, and no ears, but the mustache was distinct. A few big characters in the lower right corner are barely recognizable as "Batian's nephew Zhang Lantian".

What the hell?! Zheng Jin wanted to throw the painting away.

"This mole is also there. Didn't run away. Xiaoyao pointed the fan at the tip of her nose again.

Zheng Jin glanced at the abstract nose on the painting again. Really! Her eyes widened.

"You think this guy is ugly, too." Xiaoyao shook his head, not knowing who he was satirizing, "You look better than the painting." ”

Zheng Jin's eyes were about to pop out. This, this, this?!

Is it too late to wash your face now? Is it too late to explain?!