The mad concubine of the group loves the world

Chapter 173 Call me!
While speaking, Lu Wanlan strolled down from the high place.

Lu Yunzhao originally thought that the Wang family was not pleasing to the eye, but seeing the young girl's awe-inspiring aura, he strode down with his head held high.

All the people on the stage in the middle saw a young man in a silver robe and a golden crown walking out of the shadows, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his face showed a look of hesitation, and he unconsciously stopped his movements.

Lu Wanlan's icy eyes swept over everyone present one by one, and finally stopped on the so-called Queen's Uncle Seventeen.

At this time, he had got up from the ground, although he was dressed like a dog, but his eyes were full of murderous intent:
"Where did you come from? Do you know who the uncle is?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before he threw the flagon in his hand forward, Chi Zheng pressed his whole body firmly on the camphor table:
"do not move!"

The rest of the people had never seen such a posture before, and they had just been repaired by the black-faced guard, so they dared not speak out at this moment.

Only the white-clothed storyteller helped Duan Xinglang up, and hurried forward to thank him:
"Xiaosheng thanked the young masters for their help, but this Wang Guiquan is the queen's uncle, and if you offend them for me, I'm afraid it will cause trouble."

"The current queen mother is my elder sister!" Wang Guiquan grinned his teeth in pain as his wrist was buckled backwards, but he still did not forget to show his backer.

Although he couldn't recognize Lu Wanlan and Chi Zheng in men's clothes, he could spot Lu Yunzhao in the middle at a glance:

"Lu Si'er! I know you. Your Lu family is nosy here. See if I don't tell my elder sister, punish your Lu family severely!"

When Lu Yunzhao saw that this little boy was uttering wild words again, he was furious: "Come on! Who is afraid of whom!"

Duan Xinglang who was on the side heard that the villain complained first, spat out a mouthful of blood and said sharply: "You were the one who slandered King Yan and Princess Wang first! Now you dare to slander the fourth master of the Lu family!"

"Bah! The Lu family is full of evil, what can they do? Ahh~~"

After Wang Guiquan finished speaking, he suddenly felt that his wrist was firmly grasped by Chi Zheng behind him, begging for mercy repeatedly in pain: "Oh, hero, spare your life, spare your life!"

While several people were arguing with each other, Lu Wanlan's eyes were caught by the notebook on the low table, and she casually flipped through it twice.

I have to admire the thinking of the ancients, it is simply a powerful and unconstrained style.

Not only did the rumors he spread remain true, but they were even embellished and arranged into several big dramas.

Even the secret affairs of the palace's boudoir are well written.

Among them, the most interesting article "Spring in the Wangfu" is that Princess Yan does not abide by women's morality, but actually finds erotic pictures for King Yan to cheer up. As a result, when the excitement is high, the prince's body is extorted. , Now it is empty inside again, and I can't afford to be sick.

She looked at it and couldn't help laughing:
"Hahaha! Wonderful!"

But at this time, the laughter seemed quite inappropriate.

Seeing the astonishment on the faces of several people, Lu Wanlan cleared his voice again: "Can you allow me to ask, this book is brilliant in writing, with ups and downs in the plot, but it was written by brother Guiquan?"

Before Wang Guiquan could reply, Duan Xinglang didn't expect that the fan-noodle boy, who was so generous, would praise this person's actions, and couldn't help but sneer:

"Hmph! After a few days of studying at the Imperial Academy, I actually put all my kung fu into it!"

"It turned out to be the supervisor of the Imperial College."

Lu Wanlan nodded, thinking that in the back of the book, Xianggu was executed in the palace, and the matter of King Yan's rebellion and marriage was written in great detail.

Not only did the brothers of the Lu family write about their sensuality and singing every night.He also distorted General Lu's victory in Liaodong into a dying struggle, but in fact he was exhausted.

If such outrageous things are really spread, it may cause some catastrophe!

The smile at the corner of her mouth was gradually replaced by cruelty: "If Patriarch Wang knew that he sent you to the Imperial College with an old face, but you only learned to disrupt the government and shake the morale of the army, how would you feel?"

Lu Yunzhao heard that the younger sister's voice was wrong, so he picked up the book and studied it carefully. After reading it, he couldn't help but turn pale with shock, and said to Wang Guiquan angrily, "Has our Lu family ever done such a ridiculous thing?!"

Wang Guiquan didn't understand what they said, he struggled to get up: "What a disaster! You don't want to spitting!"

"How dare I quibble with you!"

Lu Yunzhao raised his hand and wanted to slap him on the head with this book, but was stopped by Lu Wanlan:
"Fourth Master Lu, you can avoid it for a while."

"Mr. An, what do you mean?" When Lu Yunzhao was at a loss, he was invited out of Yinluxuan by several shadow guards who jumped from the roof.

But when the gate was closed, I heard the little girl categorically say: "Call me!"

With an order, the shadow guard on the roof descended from the sky like Shura.

Then I heard the sound of bowls hitting the ground and howling, coming from the door.

However, just when he was about to applaud his little sister, a group of soldiers from the Shenji Battalion who were patrolling not far away, equipped with firecrackers, heard the movement and came on horseback.

"Who is presumptuous here!"

Hearing the shout, Lu Yunzhao turned around and raised his eyes to look around, but he didn't expect that the team leader was actually Yao Songming, Yao Bazong.

Cold sweat instantly drenched the back of his clothes: Why is it this grandson?
Yao Songming walked to the door in no time, he was always rude to the people of the Lu family, and he was even more impatient when he saw Lu Yunzhao standing in front of the door: "Shenji Camp is here, how dare you block the way?"

"Oh, dare not dare." Lu Yunzhao saw him pointing at himself with a firecracker, and immediately raised his hands, "Yao Ba always has something to say, something to say."

But thinking that my younger sister was teaching Wang Guiquan and the young masters a lesson inside, if Yao was let in now, wouldn't he be caught by him?

Then he started rambling again, refusing to let go: "Where did Mr. Yao come from? There's nothing going on here, it's the storyteller telling jokes, why didn't you see Miss Shuiyue?"

Lu Wanlan inside the door felt bad when he heard the people from Shenji Camp coming.

He raised his hand and threw a bag of money to the storyteller's desk: "Storyteller, you know how to do it!"

Without needing Lu Wanlan's explanation, Chi Zheng had already pushed Wang Guiquan beside the low table, and put the scimitar out of its sheath on his lower abdomen: "My master, please listen to the joke, Brother Wang won't give you face?"

The rest of the shadow guards did the same.

Wang Guiquan lost his arrogance and began to beg for mercy: "Master! Please spare the little one!"

Hearing this scream, Yao Songming didn't bother to talk to Lu Yunzhao, so two of his subordinates pulled him away, and kicked open the gate of Yinluxuan.

"Snapped!"

But at this moment the gavel sounded.

On the stage, the disheveled white-clothed storyteller raised his eyebrows and raised a ruler:
"General Lu didn't care that the thieves from the Seventh Division of Danba begged for mercy, but when the white-tasseled gun came out, they immediately took off the enemy's head and returned with a big victory!"

"it is good!!"

Lu Wanlan led the applause, followed by applause from all the young masters in the audience.

However, Yao Songming always felt a little weird when he heard it.

He approached a young man covered in cold sweat, and was about to raise his hand to ask, but Duan Xinglang walked over with a smile: "Senior Brother Song Ming, why are you here?"

"Oh, Brother Xinglang." Yao Songming raised his eyes and saluted, "I was leading people to patrol Ping'an Street, and when I heard some movement here, I thought it was someone picking a quarrel and provoking trouble, so I came to take a look."

Seeing that he was dressed in a mess and the corners of his mouth were bruised, he asked anxiously: "My dear brother, this is, are you injured?"

"Hahaha, no, no, I accidentally bumped into it." Duan Xinglang twitched the corner of his mouth twice, "There's nothing else going on here, it's just that the storyteller made a good joke, which made everyone louder. "

"Really?" Yao Songming was dubious.

"It's absolutely true." Duan Xinglang said, and led Yao Songming to go out, "My father sent me here to try the dishes, and I was also greedy for this clever joke for a while, and I forgot that my mother asked me to make it with her own hands. Send the sweet-scented osmanthus and taro crisps to the house."

Hearing these delicacies, Yao Songming immediately showed a smile: "I haven't tasted Master's handicrafts for a long time."

Duan Xinglang replied with a smile: "It's in my carriage, let's chat in another place."

Seeing Yao Songming stepping out of the Yinlu Pavilion, he turned his head and took a deep look at Lu Wanlan, and followed him out.

Lu Yunzhao, who had been eavesdropping for a while, saw Yao Songming coming out of the room like a spring breeze, and immediately greeted him with a smile: "Look, Mr. Yao, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Unexpectedly, seeing this guy, Yao Songming was furious, and remembering that he kept asking his sister Shuiyue just now, he felt disgusted: "Your surname is Lu, don't worry about my sister!"

(End of this chapter)