Chapter 141: Chrysanthemum Society

As soon as Shen Peng entered the door, he saw Lin Xuanke, and was immediately amazed by Lin Xuanke, all along, Shen Peng has been pursuing Lin Xuanke, but Lang is intentional, and the concubine has no intention, after all, he can't ignite a spark, but this momentum is not reduced after all. Today, when I saw Lin Xuanke sinking fish and geese, and was about to move forward, I didn't want to be taken by the young man next to me.

This person is none other than what Zifeng saw in the Chen family that night, the closed disciple of the Poison King, the cold-faced Langjun known as the 'Little Poison King', Mi Feng. Once slaughtered 500 surnames overnight and got its name from this, he is also a ruthless master, the surname is lustful, many *, competitive, sheltered under the tree of the drug king, and the scenery is infinite.

Seeing that the person didn't know him, and he looked bored, Lin Xuanke smiled slyly, and became more youthful and beautiful for a while, "Do you mind, you ask him?"

Mi Feng turned his face sideways and looked at Feng for a while, it was just a peer of the same age, he really didn't care, "This position, I want it, if you know each other, just roll aside, I don't want to kill people today." There was a heavy aura at this, and the air suddenly became a little colder.

Zifeng screamed in his heart, who am I recruiting to provoke today, seeing Lin Xuanke snickering there, Zifeng couldn't help but think about it, don't you want to play, okay, you can play by yourself, as he spoke, Zifeng stood up and sat aside obediently, as long as Lin Xuan didn't have anything to do, Zifeng didn't care.

Zifeng's move made his eyes fall to the ground suddenly. Lin Xuanke's eyes widened, Wu Zifeng, a bastard, actually let go of the female companion next to him, and just dodged away in a gray way.

The corner of Mi Feng's mouth sneered, and he naturally sat on Lin Xuanke's left side. But Shen Peng and the others know Wu Zifeng, what is the matter now? When did Wu Zifeng become so cowardly. The other people on the field also looked at it suspiciously, this kid was very arrogant just now, how can he be cowardly now.

However, everyone's attention was quickly attracted by the platform in front of them, but they heard a soft whisper, like the sound of a pearl splashing in the water, and like a fluffy feather, scratching the softest place in the bottom of their hearts, "Welcome to Lan Xian today, in order to show your heart, today Lan Xian can make an exception and talk with one of the people here, drink and talk quickly......"

As soon as this remark came out, the mercenaries in the audience, including Shen Peng, were in an uproar, Lan Xian is the most talented and beautiful woman in the Butterfly Building, and she is a beautiful woman who you can't drink at the same table with millions of Xuan Stones, Shen Peng is a frequent visitor here, and often spends a lot of money, but Lan Xian's appearance is only fortunate to have seen once, it can be said that the country is alluring, most of the people who come to the Butterfly Building, not for anything else, just to see Lan Xian's appearance. Now, there is a chance to drink together, this, this, it's really time to come over today!

Zifeng sat on the side of the hall at this time, only a moment of effort when the Butterfly Building was already overcrowded, full, the main entrance of the Butterfly Building was also silently closed, the original Butterfly Building only received a fixed number of people every day, latecomers, must wait for tomorrow. When I saw the hurried people outside the door, they looked remorseful, but they didn't want to leave, and endured in the bitter cold, hoping to wait until someone could leave automatically, so that they could go in and see Lan Xian's face.

Lin Xuanke didn't have time to worry about the few people in front of her, her eyes were firmly fixed on the curtain in front of her, in the expectation of everyone, the curtain slowly opened to the side, and saw a woman in a light pink shirt, with a hazy veil on her face, ice muscles and jade bones, three thousand threads scattered, gently held with a pink ribbon, dressed in white, only to feel that there seemed to be smoke behind her, she was really not an earthly person, only to stop time.

Lan Xian stroked a guqin beside him, and suddenly the water murmured, exhaling like Lan Dao, "Today, the chrysanthemums in the backyard have bloomed, it is better to have a chrysanthemum party in a few days, you can write a poem, the winner can be regarded as a distinguished guest by Lan Xian, and the good life will entertain ......"

Although Zifeng has always been secretive about men and women, at this moment, he can't help but admire Lan Xian's dust-removing temperament, however, some people are not happy, Lin Xuanke's pride disappeared after Lan Xian appeared, in fact, these are two kinds of beauty. Lan Xian is 18 years old, and has been haunted in this warm and cold world since she was a child, seeing through the chaos of the world, and the vicissitudes in her eyes are truly revealed. Lin Xuanke is full of youth, budding and waiting to be released, and the direction of beauty is different.

But when he came to this place, who didn't come for Lan Xian, as soon as he heard that he wanted to write poems, Shen Pengke was happy, but he said that Qingyun Town was a gentleman, if he didn't have some pen and ink skills, how to please the girls, but this is difficult for everyone on the field, who has time to contact those sour texts for the mercenaries who live in the mountains and forests all the year round.

When a few families are happy and a few are sad, a few pots have been lifted in front, clusters and clusters, colorful, there are yellow chrysanthemum, black chrysanthemum, dragon claw chrysanthemum...... The posture is different, but there are a few people below who have this kind of Yaxing, coming for the so-called mood rather than beauty.

Looking at the reactions of everyone in the audience, Lan Xian couldn't help but look a little gloomy, when her eyes were fixed on the side of the hall, a dignified young man, she couldn't help but light up, the young man was not like everyone else, his eyes were looking at himself wantonly, but staring at the chrysanthemum in front of him with interest...... Perhaps, he is the person Lan Xian has been looking for.

Without waiting for Lan Xian to say the rhyme, a big man in front of Zifeng stood up confidently and patted his chest, "My mind is so turning, you see, a poem was thought of by me, and I will be ugly today, if the writing is too good, don't be discouraged, as long as you think about it more, you will be with Lao Tzu, no, no, it will be the same as me." "Dahan deliberately pretended to be Sven in front of Lan Xian.

Let's listen to him: The title is "Look at the Chrysanthemum", this chrysanthemum is so beautiful, and the orchid girl is even more beautiful; the chrysanthemum is so beautiful, beautiful and beautiful! After speaking, he also scratched his bag and bowed his hand to greet everyone.

The pot exploded on the field, and a mouthful of tea in his mouth was directly sprayed out by Zifeng, "Hahahaha, I'm laughing to death, oh my kidneys...... "It's amazing, this is really, a strange poem through the ages......" Some mercenaries shouted there, and the scene was a little out of control.

A discordant voice sounded from the field, "What kind of bullshit is this, doesn't Miss Lan Xian think that there is a mistake and her ears are clean!" The red-robed young man stood up and hugged Lan Xian up.

"What kind of little thing are you, you have the ability, you can also have a song......" The Great Khan wanted to step forward and beat Mi Feng, but he didn't make a move when he thought of Lan Xian's face.

Mi Feng glanced at Da Khan hatefully, and then arched his hand to Lan Xian on the stage, and said politely, "Mo said, make a poem here, the title "Appreciating Chrysanthemums": Famous flowers are full of joy in the country, and the beautiful women look at it with a smile, explaining that Dongfeng has infinite hatred, and the butterfly building is leaning on the gan. How?"

Shen Peng never thought that Mi Feng would be so good, and for a while, he held back the few sentences he had pieced together in his heart, and he didn't dare to make a sound. Just look, the corners of Lan Xian's mouth moved slightly, as if she wanted to agree, but was interrupted by a crisp girl!