The Three Masters in Brocade Clothes of Daming Gate

Lan Xishu leaned back, glanced upstairs, and happened to be a young man in a fine attire who raised his sleeves and looked down.

Li Baiwang also glanced at it, and quickly turned around: "Boss Jing! You can't accept it!"

"Who?" Lan Xishu poked an elbow with chopsticks and asked.

"The emperor's grandson, the eldest son of Han Palace!"

The royal relatives and relatives of the eight hundred! [

Jing Yunshui spoke, but Ge Damo withdrew.

Xiu'er's pipa began to pick up strings and tunes, and Lan Xishu opened the wine glass. He frowned and waited for Li Baiwang to end the show when he was full of wine and food.

The sudden episode made Li Baiwang feel a little bit down, but he still dragged the well to transport water and fight for wine. Lan Xishu had to hold back his temper. The smell of alcohol was bad. As soon as he poked his head, Lan Xishu's heart trembled at a moment when a figure stood out. When he looked carefully, the man disappeared in the shadow behind Juxian Building, but then a figure under the sun by the wrong horse made Lan Xishu I realized that I was not mistaken.

Lan Xishu leaned forward and Ding Ya noticed it: "Third Young Master! What's wrong?"

"Oh!" When Lan Xishu faltered, Li Baiwang and Jing Yunshui also turned their heads. Lan Xishu hurriedly held his forehead in one hand and pretended to be overwhelmed with alcohol. His face was already like a red cloth: "The head is opened It looks like a ladle, I rely on it! This drink has a strong aftertaste."

When he said this, apart from Ding Ya knowing that Lan Xishu had other secrets, he even believed in the well transported water.

"Lack of practice!" Li Baiwang laughed, his eyes were as big as rabbits, and he lost focus.

"No! I can't hold on any longer, so I'll withdraw first, brother! You have to practice slowly! Let Boss Jing accompany you!"

Lan Xi swayed helplessly, pressing his hand on the table and shaking his head again and again.

"Lord Lan, slow down! So who! Erlao, send Master Lan off!" Li Baiwang shook his arms and shouted, Lan Xishu hurriedly stopped him: "Okay! Farewell, brothers are all in high spirits! I can do it myself! Have fun!"

Lan Xishu dodged with his tongue out, and Ding Ya came over to hold his hand: "I'm coming! Third Young Master! Slow down!"

Lan Xishu shook his arms to prevent Ding Ya from supporting him: "Let the brothers drink and eat! That's fine! I'll just stare for a while!"

Ding Ya nodded to comprehend the look in Lan Xishu's eyes, Lan Xishu waved his arms to signal everyone not to move, to continue, he helped up the stairs, a young man came over attentively, Lan Xishu put his arms on his shoulders , Mumbled and went downstairs.

After Lan Xishu got on the horse, he hurriedly turned his horse's head along the alley next to Juxian Building to the back street. The back street was full of people, and there was still the dazzling figure just now.

Without hesitation, Lan Xishu kicked the horse and drove down in the direction of the two horses. After driving for two streets, he still didn't see the person just now.

Lan Xishu hurried back dejectedly, hesitantly hesitating whether to return to Juxian Tower or go home, or to go to the Jinyiwei Mansion of Daming Gate. He didn't have to choose to be troubled, and some choices were also troubled.

Lan Xishu still chooses to go home, the house will come home.

When he arrived at Yang's residence, Yang Shiqi entered the palace again after lunch.

Lan Xishu greeted Erniang and handed over his Jinyiwei Qianhu official documents and five hundred treasure banknotes to Erniang for safekeeping. After getting together, I began to feel that Yang Shiqi had a vision in adopting Lan Xishu. The two sons in the big house were not close to him. Heirs and Erniang's mentality was always a knot. Lan Xishu was rebellious and hard to control before. Now Lan Xishu, whose temperament has changed a lot, not only respects her more, but also entrusts her with such an important seal for safekeeping. Erniang's heart is active, and she feels that Lan Xishu is more reliable than Yang Shiqi's two sons. Erniang understood better that seizing the house meant seizing Lan Xishu. [

Therefore, Erniang's performance was better than that of her own mother, and she was really meticulous in every aspect. Lan Xishu reluctantly responded with a few excuses and returned to the Kuayuan with the excuse that Zhou was drunk, and repeatedly asked Qing Hua not to go to the Kuayuan to quarrel with him.

Lan Xishu was lying on the bed of the house, with the faint fragrance of the house on the pillow, watching the mottled shadows of the plane trees dancing on the latticework, he couldn't believe that the house would not come home today.

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At about Shen Shi, Lan Xishu heard the movement, it was not coming from the moon gate, but coming down from the wall of the east wing. The house didn't go through the main entrance, which meant that she had a ghost in her heart.

With the sound of the door opening slightly, the house crept into his room. This girl must have checked to see if she was there. Lan Xishu pulled up her robe and got off the bed, sitting majestically at the round table. The footsteps of the house came out, the sound was much louder. When she came to see that she was not there, she became fatter.

"Brother!" Youzai Youzai walked into the house with a streamer leisurely, and was startled when he saw Lan Xishu sitting upright in his room. He twirled Yue Bairu's skirt with his fingers and immediately smiled: "Brother! I thought you Are you too busy to go home?"

"So you're worried?" Lan Xishu slammed his fingers on the table, and the table made a thumping sound to express his displeasure. His face was no longer pampered, and he was serious and serious: "The house! After noon, Who did you go to Juxian Tower with?"

Lan Xishu didn't intend to beat around the bush with the house, and repeatedly warned her not to get too close with Yashuang. Lan Xishu was really angry that she was so disobedient, and she was so disobedient.

"Brother! That! Ya Shuang! But, it's just shopping!" The house wondered if he was showing his feet there. Seeing that Lan Xishu was angry, he quickly squatted down to please, and his little fist was on Lan Xishu's lap again. Thumping and pinching, looking up at the bright smiling face: "Brother! The house is here and there are no other friends who are bored. Besides, that girl is very nice except for her weird temper! I don't know why you hate her so much !"

Lan Xishu's heart was immediately vented like a ball with a hole in it, he couldn't see the house being so charming to please him.

"House! It's not that I'm strict with you. I don't think it's wrong for you to play with anyone, but Yashuang, she is not innocent. She is a girl of the royal family. I don't want you to have anything to do with these people." .”

The house was not surprised, because she threatened her friendship with her best friend. Ya Shuangquan said it. At first, the house was also surprised, but after thinking about it, it didn't matter. She was only close to Ya Shuang, and had nothing to do with her master.

"Ya Shuang said that his master is Zhu Zhanji, the grandson of the current emperor. She said that the grandson of the emperor is a very good person." The house frowned and looked at Lan Xishu beautifully: "Brother! I haven't seen them before." Master, there is no danger."

Why!After all, it is childish and simple. The danger is not only life-threatening. You are so beautiful and special. If you are seen by Zhu Zhanji who loves to play with crickets, you will not be indifferent. I heard that Zhu Zhanji is outstanding. Handsome, he is the emperor's darling, all the country is reserved for him, why not rely on him!

Lan Xishu thought so but didn't say so: "The house! Hou Men is as deep as the sea! Let's not wade into such muddy water."

"Hehe!" The house suddenly laughed, closed his fists and folded his arms and lay on Lan Xishu's knees, shaking with laughter: "Brother! You are like a storyteller. I'm not married to a girl, so you don't need to worry about it." It's gone."

Uh!

Lan Xi became bookish.