Between the young master's punishment and pleading with Song Yizhi, Lan Qianqian decisively chose to plead with Song Yizhi.

She opened her mouth and begged, "Please ask Senior Sister Song to go with me!" ”

It's okay, it's okay, it's just temporary, it's a big deal to let Song Yizhi kneel and beg himself in the future!

Lan Qianqian silently warned herself in her heart, no matter how hateful or jealous she was, she had to endure it.

She dared to target Song Yizhi, but for the young master, she really didn't have the courage to dare to compete with it.

Looking at Lan Qianqian, who was about to pounce and pull the hem of her clothes, Song Yizhi dodged with a move, turned his head and walked outside.

One Lan Qianqian is disgusting enough, and the young master of the Lan family is not a good person when he thinks about it, so if he can, he won't go!

Lan Qianqian quickly got up and limped to catch up.

If she didn't bring Song Yizhi to the young master, she would really be worse than dead!

Walking out of the inn, the old man beside Lan Minjun blocked Song Yizhi's way,

"Miss Song." A calm voice sounded, and the old man raised his hand and saluted Song Yizhi, neither humble nor arrogant, "The young master of my family wants to invite Miss Song to a gathering."

Lan Xiqian chased out and saw the old man, and she shook her conditioned reflex.

Song Yizhi didn't miss Lan Qianqian's reaction.

Looking at the old man in front of him, who was unwavering but showed a bit of kindness, Song Yizhi remained silent, but his heart had turned a thousand times.

The entourage around the young master of the Lan family actually came to invite him? It seems that I am afraid that I will have to go.

Merely...... Lan Qianqian is actually afraid of this old man?

Interesting.

"What if I don't go?" Song Yizhi hugged his arms and said in a coquettish manner, "My coat is woven with tencel, your young lady crumpled my coat, I'm very unhappy now, what do you say?" ”

The old man glanced at Lan Qianqian with a calm gaze.

The value of water and silk is known to anyone who is an immortal cultivator.

Thinking of the punishment she was waiting for next, Lan Qianqian's face became more and more pale.

She resented Song Yizhi in her heart, and complained that she had nothing to do with why she wore such an expensive shirt.

"Miss Song might as well go and go, and the young master of my family will compensate Miss Song for her losses." The old man spoke.

Song Yizhi raised his chin slightly, and said arrogantly, "Lead the way."

The old man responded, raised his hand and motioned for Song Yizhi to follow.

Another inn.

Song Yizhi followed the old man into the gate and saw a man wearing a moon-white robe.

Lan Minjun lowered his eyes and played with the nine rings, his long eyelashes fell a small shadow on his face, and the nine rings of the jade carving lined his slender and beautiful hands with porcelain white.

He seems to be seriously playing with the Nine Rings, which is a bit obedient and harmless.

The footsteps at the door caused Lan Minjun to raise his eyes, and his gaze fell on Song Yizhi over the old man.

Creamy.

These two words suddenly appeared in Lan Minjun's mind.

The word Qin Li is like being born for Song Yizhi.

She is really a delicate and perfect little girl who can't find a single flaw.

I heard that Song Yizhi was born very much like her biological mother, but now that she sees it, she is more beautiful than her mother, and she has a little less sense of awe.

Song Yizhi met the calm and beautiful eyes, then looked down at his feet, gently lifted his skirt and walked across the threshold.

"Young Master of the Lan Family?" The crisp and clean sound is slightly cool, and it can be seen that the owner of the sound is not in a good mood.

Lan Minjun's slender fingers hooked a jade ring, as if he had never seen Song Yizhi's carelessness, and a gentle smile appeared on his face, "I'm Lan Minjun." ”

The old man pulled open the bench and retreated behind Lan Minjun.

"Song Yizhi." After Song Yizhi finished speaking, he sat down with his skirt in his hand.

Lan Qianqian looked at Song Yizhi, who was on an equal footing with the young master, and stood aside with her head lowered.

She resented Song Yizhi to death in her heart, but she still tried to reduce her sense of existence.

Lan Minjun put the Nine Rings on the table, and his voice was just rightly gentle, "I knew that Miss Song and her person had never been seen, but now when I see it, I know that the rumors are wrong." ”

"Really?" Song Yizhi raised his hand on the table, rubbed his fingers against his temples to relieve the pain, "What are the rumors about me? Rotten wood or waste? Or maybe it's a beautiful vase? ”

Song Yizhi's straightforwardness was a little overwhelming, and Lan Minjun looked at her pampered and arrogant appearance, and her smile was still so gentle.

Lan Minjun's gentle voice was slightly concerned, "Miss Song has a headache? ”

Song Yizhi raised his eyes and glanced at Lan Minjun lightly, "It's really thanks to the young master, otherwise I should have rested in the inn now." ”

Facing Song Yizhi's reproach, Lan Minjun bowed his head slightly, and said with some guilt, "It's that I didn't think it through, if Miss Song doesn't dislike it, I'll let people clean up a room for Miss Song to rest." ”

Lan Xiqian listened to the man's apologetic and guilty voice, her eyes widened, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

This, this is really...... Young Lord?

Lan Qianqian wanted to deny that this was not the young master, but after thinking of the young master's fierce wrist, her brain suddenly cleared up.

There is a reason why Song Yizhi doesn't like to deal with these families, he can turn eighteen turns when he speaks, just like the reincarnation of a lotus root.

Song Yizhi put down his hand on the table and said lightly, "The young master invited me just to let me change my resting place?" ”

Seeing that Song Yizhi's patience was running out, Lan Minjun said gently, "Naturally, I have something to say about inviting Miss Song over, but I don't want to hear it when I see Miss Song like this now." ”

Song Yizhi didn't react, just looked at Lan Minjun quietly.

Lan Minjun looked at Song Yizhi, saw her calm gaze, and smiled a little deeper, "I hope to see Miss Song at tomorrow's auction." ”

"Hmm." Song Yizhi replied, and then asked, "Is there anything else?" ”

Lan Minjun stood up and said softly, "I won't delay Miss Song's time, I'll send Miss Song out." ”

Song Yizhi crossed the threshold and said before leaving, "Lan Qianqian grabbed the folds of my Shui Tiansi coat. ”

Lan Minjun smiled, "I'm really sorry, I'll compensate Miss Song for a brand new coat." ”

Song Yizhi answered and strode away.

Waiting for Song Yizhi's figure to disappear into the crowd, Lan Minjun turned around and walked in, his eyes falling on Lan Qianqian.

"Poof." Lan Qianqian knelt on the ground, her trembling voice revealing fear, "Young master, the slave knows his mistake." ”

"Leaving the Lan family without permission and trying to escape from me, and now he has caused me such a big disaster." Lan Minjun was laughing, but that smile was not gentle, it was full of coldness and cruelty.

Looking at Lan Qianqian who was paralyzed on the ground, Lan Minjun's boots stepped on her slender jade-like fingers, and slowly crushed them, "A water silk coat, my good sister, what should you use to compensate?" ”

The pain of her fingers almost being crushed pierced, Lan Qianqian wanted to shout but she didn't dare, she gritted her teeth and trembled in pain.

Looking at Lan Qianqian, who was unable to endure the pain and didn't dare to shout, Lan Minjun raised his foot and kicked her in the lower abdomen, kicking her out.

Looking at Lan Qianqian who fell to the ground after hitting the wall, Lan Minjun took two steps up, looked at her half-dead condescendingly, and said cruelly, "If you can't speak, then cut out your tongue." ”

Lan Qianqian trembled and got up and knelt on the ground, she didn't dare to shed a tear, and begged for mercy, "The slave is wrong, the slave doesn't dare, please let the young master spare the slave." ”

"Spare you?" Lan Minjun seemed to have heard something funny, and he laughed, smiling so gracefully and gently, "Then who spared my Ahri." ”

Lan Xiqian seemed to hear some kind of spell, and she couldn't stop trembling.

Lan Minjun walked to the table and sat down, picked up the Nine Rings, and said in a gentle voice, "Uncle Qu, bring my sister down and entertain you." ”

The old man answered, raised his hand, and then walked up to grab Lan Xixi's shoulders and dragged her away.

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(End of chapter)