The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1251
He himself thinks how unrestrained he is like this now, but what he doesn't know is how mean-spirited he is in the eyes of others, just like that local hooligan, who can tell at a glance that he is not a good person.

He saw that everyone was looking at him, and he stretched out his hand a little artificially to brush his hair, showing what he thought was the most chic and handsome side.

My heart is simply flattered.

Look, look, I'm just so chic and handsome, and I'm so charming that everyone's eyes are on me. Hmph, what is that little boy?As ugly as that little boy is, the reason why everyone looks at him is because his red dress is too flamboyant and ugly on him, um, that's it.

He looked at Leng Wuyou and snorted disdainfully, and thought to himself: "Little boy!"

Leng Wuyou frowned, stretched out his hand to brush the folds on his sleeves, his whole body was icy cold, and his face was peerless.

Zhu Ziqing turned his disdainful gaze away from Leng Wuyou, and looked at the steward with dissatisfaction, "I said you steward, what's going on with you? So many of us are queuing here, why should He doesn't need to line up, is it because he is ugly?"

Zhu Ziqing frowned and looked displeased.

However, the joy in his heart blossomed.

Hehe ~
This young master is so charismatic, look at them all looked at this young master in a daze, without blinking their eyes, obviously they are fascinated by this young master and they can't find anywhere.

But in fact, everyone's eyes revealed the same meaning, "Where did this idiot come from, is it lame?"

If that young man in red is ugly, then who are they?The ugly of the ugly?Or an ugly fighter?

Almost everyone stared blankly at the young man in front of him who looked a bit wretched and sloppy with indescribable gazes.

He was dressed as a son of a noble family, but he didn't feel the bearing that a nobleman of a noble family should have at all. Instead, he looked more like the idiot son of a landlord's family.

"Young master, I don't know who you are?" The steward looked at the young master in front of him with complicated eyes. This young master didn't look very old, so why did he suffer from eye disease?
"Who am I, why should I tell you? But since you are in charge of the Xuanyuan Pavilion, and because you sincerely want to know, I will forcefully tell you. Listen carefully." Zhu Ziqing He raised his head, put his hands behind his back, and pretended to be a serious family, "I am the third uncle, the second uncle, and the eldest young master of the Zhu family's distant cousin in the famous Zhu Haicheng."

"However, I'm just an ordinary person, and I can't be called a gentleman or a gentleman."

Zhu Ziqing waved his hand, speaking very modestly, and even showed a shy smile on his face, but that shy smile, no matter how you look at it, was a bit distorted on his face.

Everyone present could not help but twitch the corners of their mouths, feeling a little speechless in their hearts, but they were also slandering, aren't you just an ordinary person?You are just a remote member of the Zhu family, a distant relative of who knows which family, and indeed you can't be called a son, but you are quite self-aware about this.

"However, the title of son is worthy of me. After all, who made me so chic and handsome, unlike some people with a little white face, the ugly group, who are so cold and indifferent when they are kindly called son. People like to ignore it."

"I don't even look at the respect people have for him, it's just to worry about hurting his self-esteem, he's so natural." Zhu Ziqing curled his lips, his tone full of disdain.

He glanced at Leng Wuyou with a quarter of the white of his eyes, and then quickly looked away, as if looking at Leng Wuyou one more time was a blasphemy against himself and irresponsible to his eyes.

"Alright, alright, this steward, should I be invited in now?" Zhu Ziqing swaggered forward, looking as if he was ready to go.

"That young master, can we stop making trouble?" And a servant who was following him finally seized the opportunity, and quickly leaned into Zhu Ziqing's ear, muttering in a low voice, his face was full of sorrow.

(End of this chapter)