She nodded, "Yes!" ”

After a while, the old bustard came out with a delicate wooden box, and she said in a loud voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, have you made a good choice?" If you're done, put the paper in the box! With that, she placed the box on the table.

As soon as these words came out, the sons present stood up one after another and threw papers into the box.

Seeing this, Mu Fanyin also stood up, and he looked down at Pan Zhizhi: "Brother Zhizhi, hand me the paper!" I'll help you vote! ”

"Good!" She smiled and handed him the paper.

And when he got the paper, he slowly went downstairs and walked towards the wooden box.

She looked at his long figure through the trunk, quietly waiting for his arrival.

Soon he returned, sat down beside her, drank tea in silence, and waited for the results of the Oiran.

After a while, the old bustard finished counting, and came out with a smile in his eyes: "Ladies and gentlemen, I've kept you waiting!" After statistical verification, there were 100 votes for ink, 350 votes for dancing, 351 votes for sword, and 199 votes for piano, so Oiran is a sword! She turned her head to look at Lang Jian, clapped her hands and smiled: "Congratulations to Lang Jianyan for overpowering the crowd and becoming the Oiran of the Qinglou!" Congratulations ......"

Lang Jian, who was standing on the side, listened to her congratulations, but his face was still expressionless, looking around coldly.

When the old bustard saw this, he was a little embarrassed, so he had to deal with it with a smile.

But fortunately, all the sons on the field were enthusiastic, congratulating, and there was no cold scene.

According to the procedure, it is time for the sword pro-sword who was elected to the Oiran to be elected as the guest of the curtain!

So, the old bustard said kindly: "Get the sword, it's time to be selected as the guest of the curtain!" Please! ”

Hearing this, the sword swept coldly over the childe on the field.

Although her eyes were cold, the children on the field were still a little nervous, after all, they still hoped that they could be selected as her guest of the scene.

I don't know how long it took, but Lang Jian raised her eyes to look at the son on the second floor, and her cold eyes swept over them one by one.

I thought there was nothing to be satisfied with, but a man holding a teacup and silently sipping tea flashed in his eyes, the man's face was handsome, chic and free, and he couldn't help but let a few drops of spring water ripple out of her cold heart. Her gaze stayed on Mu Fanyin for a moment, and then she said coldly: "I have chosen!" ”

As soon as this sound fell, all the sons on the field raised their voices: "Who is it?" "Is it me?" "Will there be me?" "I'm so handsome, there must be me!"

But one of her words shattered their hopes: "It's the son sitting next to the Gan on the second floor!" As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and pointed to where Mu Fanyin was.

Seeing that she had a candidate, everyone sighed secretly, revealing regret.

But they all wondered who was so lucky to be chosen by her, so they looked in the direction she was pointing.

Seeing what she was pointing and seeing their eyes for a long time, at this moment, Pan Zhizhi, who was sitting next to the Gan, felt a little flustered in his heart.

It can't be him, right?

Thinking so, she turned her head to look at Mu Fanyin with a solemn face.

At this time, Mu Fanyin, who was sitting and drinking tea, saw that they were all looking at him, so he put down the teacup, turned his head to look at Pan Zhizhi and smiled: "Hey...... No way! How could it be ......"

Seeing that she was also looking at him suspiciously like everyone else, he was so anxious in his heart that he couldn't sit still.

He immediately stood up and looked down to meet her skeptical gaze: "Wouldn't it?" Even you doubt me? ”

She glanced at him unhappily: "Who else can you suspect if you don't doubt it?" ”

Her words really choked him and made him suffer!

At this time, Lang Jian spoke: "This son, the name of the honorable man?" ”

Hearing this, he turned around and leaned against him, he pointed at himself with his finger, and looked at her suspiciously: "Aren't you asking me?" ”

She said coldly, "It's you!" ”

"What?" He never thought that this accident would happen, his eyes widened, and he couldn't come back to his senses.

Pan Zhizhi looked at it in his eyes, and there was a little bit of discomfort in his heart: "She asked you!" Tell her! ”

Hearing her urging words, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, but for the sake of face, he was not good at attacking, so he had to keep talking: "This ......"

At the right time, the voice of the sword came again: "Childe, the honorable name?" ”

She asked again, and when he heard it, his heart became even more uncomfortable, and he was in trouble.

Should I say it?

If you say that, wouldn't you agree to be her guest of the scene?

So, resolutely don't say it!

He had made up his mind, he looked down at Pan Zhizhi, and just as he was about to say a few words to her, someone interrupted him: "Sword girl, you can't choose him!" After all...... After all, he has a broken sleeve, and he has a habit of breaking his sleeve! ”

As soon as these words were made, the audience was in an uproar.

"What? He actually has a habit of breaking sleeves! ”

"Since he has a habit of breaking sleeves, should the sword girl be re-elected? Hee-hee......"

"You can't talk nonsense, what evidence do you have?"

“……”

For a time, there was chaos on the field.

Pan Zhizhi and Mu Fanyin glanced at each other, then looked for prestige, and saw the person who fled in a hurry before.

It turned out to be him!

Inexplicably, they have the bottom in their hearts.

At this time, Lang Jian looked at the person who threatened, and the cold voice came again: "This son, you said that he had broken sleeves, please show evidence?" ”

The man was not afraid, and he said aloud: "Of course there is evidence, because I heard it with my own ears!" ”

Her eyes were cold: "Then what did you hear?" ”

He explained: "I heard him call the man in Tsing Yi a lady, so he has broken sleeves!" If the girl doesn't believe me, can she ask him? ”

Hearing this, she raised her eyes to look at Mu Fanyin: "Are you a broken sleeve?" ”

Now, it's really helpful!

He raised a bright smile and stretched out his hand to hug Pan Zhizhi tightly: "That's right! I have a habit of breaking sleeves! She's my! ”

Pan Zhizhi listened, although he was a little annoyed, but he did not say a word of denial.

Everyone was shocked when they saw the two men talking to me on the spot.

"Unexpectedly, they really have broken sleeves!"

"Call a man a lady, the world is so big, there are no surprises!"

"They are uninhibited and disregard human morality, and they will be damned!"

"People with broken sleeves, whether they are noble celebrities or ordinary people, have existed since ancient times, and now they have the courage to admit that they are broken sleeves, they have a rare courage, they ignore the opposition of the world, and insist on sticking to their looks, Xiaosheng really admires!"

“……”

The old bustard saw that he only looked up at them with his sword, and did not speak silently, so he comforted him: "Sword, he has a habit of breaking his sleeves, don't do it!" Pick another one! ”

She waved her hand and said firmly, "No! I want him! ”

The old bustard's eyes showed a complicated meaning, and his face became more and more ugly: "How can someone who has a habit of breaking sleeves want it!" Get the sword and choose another one! ”

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