Xia Zhi thought for a while and said,

Wang Mang was really guided, and asked along the words of the summer solstice,

Xia Zhi casually broke a reason, anyway, it was right to make people dizzy,

Wang Mang seems to have really seriously considered the logic in Xia Zhi's words.

At the end of the summer solstice, people like Wang Mang, or most male animals, don't like others to make decisions for him. But as long as he can think that the decision was made by himself, the rest will be fooled.

Wang Mang pondered for a long time, and finally put the pen in his hand,

Wang Mang was moved, and the summer solstice was overjoyed, so Lu Lan stabilized Wang Mang first and beckoned him to ride in the carriage with him. Xia Zhi himself went back to the Correspondence Hall and sent the letter out with a flying pigeon. Watching the little white dove flutter its wings and fly into the sky, Xia Zhi prayed silently, hoping that Liang Xu would make a decision that satisfied her after receiving the letter.

At the banquet of Huanqin Building, Lu Lan didn't know what kind of thoughts came from, and she was very enthusiastic and took the initiative to talk with Wang Mang very happily, during which some physical contact was indispensable, but it was not too explicit. Lu Lan handled it very well, and Xia Zhi passed with one eye closed and one eye closed.

Wang Mang, who was in a very good mood, was soon drenched by Xia Zhi and Lu Lan's sandwich, and after being helped into the carriage, he fell asleep and was sent home under the care of the little girl. Xia Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, it can be regarded as solving this trouble, and he can go home.

After getting into the carriage, Lu Lan pulled up the coat that had slipped down to her shoulders, and the smiling face that had been smiling all night was retracted, and her tone was slightly rusty and cold,

Lu Lan's cooperation with Xia Zhi is very grateful, and she can join forces to deal with Wang Mang, but has she been holding back such a mentality? Since the whistleblowing, there have been cracks in the relationship between the master and servant, and after that, they have only maintained peace on the surface. Xia Zhi admitted that today he did make a little use of Lu Lan's beauty to appease Wang Mang. Lu Lan was smart, and naturally sensed the intention of the summer solstice, so she cooperated with the whole process and forbeared, and now she only showed it after the incident.

Xia Zhi couldn't figure out what Lu Lan wanted, so he could only say it according to his own thinking logic.

Lu Lan was silent, and the sound of breathing intensified.

Is this what it means for her to comprehend for herself? Summer Solstice touched his sleeves with a weak heart,

Xia Zhi casually handed over the silver ticket, but he didn't expect this behavior to anger Lu Lan. The latter suddenly sneered,

…… The summer solstice is confused, and I can't understand the point where Lu Lan is angry. It's true that this is suspicious of his own actions, but this is a stopgap measure. Forgive her for being small, and she can only think of such a trivial method. But on the other hand, Lu Lan's usual performance doesn't make much of a clean body, and it's not that her eyes glow when she sees the target.

But in the final analysis, the practice of the summer solstice is still problematic, so he took back the silver ticket with a weak heart and apologized embarrassedly,

Syllable! The silver ticket in his hand was snatched away, and Xia Zhi's hand was still in the air. Lu Lan happily folded the silver ticket and put it away,

The momentum of the summer solstice is completely downwind, alas, anyway, today is already bleeding profusely, and I don't mind shedding two more drops.

The fact that Rouge was going to marry into the Wu Mansion as the ninth aunt was actually not widely publicized, but it couldn't escape the spread of people with hearts, and some fans with a way quickly learned the news. Although there were some sighs, because the other party was an old man Wu who had the upper hand in power, everyone just sighed verbally and did not dare to criticize too much. The rouge flower has a master, and the enthusiasm of the so-called fans who admire Luo Li gradually cooled down.

How could the owner of the Qingyu class leave a blank space for other troupes to take advantage of the void, and quickly distributed the resources to a few younger Tsing Yi Hua Dan, and urged them to compete to become the new famous characters of the troupe. And with the help of Mr. Wu, the Qingyu class has survived this period of alternation of old and new pillars, and the operation is still in order.

Luo Li and Su Mo, who are rouges, both clearly perceive this change, and they can't help but feel a sense of loneliness, especially Luo Li. Originally, he was the object of being admired and chased by many sons, but after being favored by Old Man Wu to be accepted as a concubine, the number of dinner invitations plummeted, and except for the ill-informed little people, none of the generous guests were gone.

Luo Li's anger had nowhere to vent, and she raised her hand to overturn the oil paint on Su Mo's table,

Su Mo turned over the small plate and continued to apply makeup,

Lori vented hysterically, leaving the ground in a mess before shaking off her hands.

Su Mo sighed and continued to finish the makeup on her face. How could she not feel sad, as the wedding date approached, the stage she loved became farther and farther away, and Su Mo, who had no oil paint, probably couldn't sing half a sentence of drama anymore. So, as if this was her last farewell performance, every performance was precious and should be enjoyed. “