Tianzihao Xiaobailian

In the huge and luxurious study room, next to the desk.

A delicate palm as white as jade gently holds the brush.The white rice paper fluttered quietly on the desk, the tip of the pen was inked, dark and thick, gently swaying on the snow-white rice paper.

The handwriting is slender and slightly messy, and no one with good eyesight will say that it is a good handwriting against their conscience.

The content on the snow-white rice paper is even more incoherent. It seems that all the thoughts in the mind are put into the pen, without logic or content.

A woman dressed in a shirt and jeans, with her head bowed, her black hair hanging loose, her gorgeous facial features are calm and indifferent, her ice blue eyes are focused.

"I like the culture of the Celestial Dynasty, the cumbersome Chinese characters, the rich Peking Opera, the meticulous tea art, the mysterious Buddhism, and the ordinary moderation. This land and the people who grow up in this land can create miracles. I dare to say, In the future, if there is really a family that can surpass the Rothschild Empire, then this family must come from the Celestial Dynasty."

The woman said, put down the pen, picked up the snow-white rice paper, looked at it carefully, and showed a satisfied smile.

"Master, no one can surpass the Rothschild Empire. Old Lanka has always believed in this."

In the corner of the study, stood an old man with a slightly thin body, a serious expression, and a neat and clean tuxedo. Although he stood here, when he was not talking, he gave off a strong sense of non-existence and was silent.

"Old Lanka, I recommend you to read the famous Chinese novel "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms". The first sentence of the opening sentence exhausts the so-called immortality of all powers. Immortal, Rothschild will be lonely, and step down from the throne made of gold, after dozens of hundreds of years."

The woman smiled, left the desk, came to the window, and it was the setting sun and the twilight scene again.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her face, sacred and inviolable.

Such a perfect woman is destined not to find a love that satisfies her.

Rothschild Lan.

The most beautiful woman in Europe, she has conquered countless young talents, but instead of falling in love with a man, she chose to fall in love with this world!

"Rothschild will inevitably have a tragic ending, but the empire will only be more glorious in my hands."

Lan spoke softly, her voice was soft but firm, with a kind of domineering and decisiveness that did not belong to women.

"Immortal Empire."

Lanka bent down slightly, speaking slowly and solemnly.

Lan smiled sweetly, standing in front of the window, bathed in the brilliance of the setting sun, not soft and charming, but with a very cold majesty, touched her hair, and said plainly: "What does Chris say?"

Who in the outside world would have thought that an hour ago, Master Chris, who was in charge of Huating's current underworld alliance, came to the door in person, but he didn't even see Miss Lan's face?

Just send the housekeeper around at will, and the other party needs to speak carefully.

Old Lanka's wrinkled face, which was marked by the years, was full of anger. He hesitated slightly, and said in a low voice, "It's nothing."

"I don't like lying, and I hate people who lie to me."

Lan spoke flatly, her tone could not tell whether she was happy or angry, her figure was slender, and her clothes were close-fitting. She was obviously the figure of a top-notch beauty, but she still had a hint of empress air.

"Master, Master Jie will take care of this matter."

Lanka lowered her head even lower, and didn't dare to look at the wonderful scenery in front of her at all. Being alone in a room with Ms. Lan, even just chatting, is enough to make too many people envious. In Europe, having dinner with Ms. Lan The price is more than twice the price of Warren Buffett's auction lunch. It is still the kind that has a price but no market. No handshakes, no sex, no kisses, just a simple meal, can eat up most ordinary people's life savings Not enough savings, Lan's influence on many young heroes in Europe is no longer enough to be evaluated by madness.

Fanaticism is the most accurate word.

"Rothschild Jay, is that your master?"

Lan finally turned around, different from Dongfang's subtle and elegant but still breathtakingly beautiful face, a smile bloomed, but behind the soft and friendly back, there was a coldness.

There was already a trace of sweat on Lao Lanka's forehead, but he didn't dare to wipe it off. He just lowered his head. His elegance and arrogance in the outside world, here, only humbleness remained.

Everyone in the Rothschild Empire knows that the direction of the empire in the next few decades will be completely controlled by the woman in front of her and her husband. It doesn't matter who is the king and who is the queen.

"Say!"

Lan's beautiful eyebrows suddenly raised, her eyes suddenly became sharp, her tone became more serious, and she let out a drink.

"Very well, my master."

Old Lanka smiled wryly, hesitated a little, wiped the sweat from his forehead, still kept bending over and lowering his head, and said in a low tone: "It's about Wang Fuxing."

"Oh?"

Lan smiled slightly, and there was a flash of playfulness in his eyes that seemed to appear when he heard a fun toy or something he was interested in, and said with a smile: "What is it?"

"The Mafia is planning to attack the God Organization in Germany and the Chariot Organization in the British Round Table Council in the near future. The Round Table Council, as the highest throne of dark power in the UK, has developed too fast in recent years. The Chariot Organization and the God Organization interact well. The Mafia should not Too much confidence, if you want to set fire to the heavens and attract their main force to go east, then the mafia will show their butcher knives. Now it seems that the plan is going very smoothly. Wang Fuxing has agreed to cooperate, but the conditions proposed by the other party But it is extremely harsh, one of which is about you, the master, and Chris said that he has already rejected this cooperation."

Old Lanka lowered his eyebrows and said pleasingly. He knew clearly in his heart that the other party's so-called refusal was mostly just a cover for expressing loyalty. No matter how powerful the Rothschild Empire was, it had no clear affiliation with the Italian Mafia. If the other party could come over and say, Convey goodwill, as for cooperation, it must be carried out secretly.

"What conditions?"

Lan asked softly, walked back to the desk, picked up the brush, thought for a while, and began to write an ancient poem that he had just memorized on the new rice paper.

"The first, the mafia. Withdraw from the South China, the second, the royal family will be rewarded with one billion euros, the third... the third..."

Old Lanka's voice was dry, and when he heard the other party's third condition, he almost thought that the young man from the Celestial Dynasty was completely crazy. This kind of condition, ordinary people would not even dare to think about, how could he dare to say it casually?

Are you fearless?

Old Lanka looked at the master who was quietly practicing calligraphy, gritted his teeth, and said in a cold sweat: "Third, he hopes that Chris can help him match the bridge so that the master can... give birth to a child for him."

The last four words, Lao Lanka said were extremely simple, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Lan's movement of swaying the brush on the rice paper stopped suddenly. She seemed to think for a while before she raised her head, blinked her eyes, and asked with a smile, "Shall I give birth to him?"

"Master, Old Lanka swears that he will definitely make that nasty guy pay the price as quickly as possible!"

The old housekeeper was terrified, and he swore through gritted teeth. When he heard this proposal for the first time, his first reaction was panic, and then he immediately became angry. He just wanted to make that ignorant bastard pay the price!

There is an old saying in the Celestial Dynasty that if a toad wants to eat swan meat, the owner is a well-deserved goddess. As for that guy, he is not even a toad!

"Is that necessary? I don't know how many men in Europe want to use their dirty things to enter my body, watch me surrender under them, and finally shoot those dirty liquids in my body with satisfaction. Breeding offspring together, there are too many of these people, too many to kill, don’t worry about it, old Lanka, we are not God, it’s enough to control people’s behavior, don’t try to control a person’s thoughts, that’s not a good habit. "

After Lan was stunned for a moment, he regained his indifference in an instant, and the strange look in his eyes also disappeared in a flash.

"Chris also reported the news to Master Jie, and Master Jie should take some action."

Old Lanka hesitated and said respectfully.

Lan's expression was slightly startled, and the eerie smile in his eyes disappeared for a moment, then he nodded and said, "That's none of our business, old Lanka. This is an opportunity for Wang Fuxing to prove himself. If he is in Tianchao, if you can't even resist an attack from your cousin, such a waste will die as soon as it dies, and it has no value in use."

Old Lanka thought of the one next to Master Jie, and couldn't help smiling bitterly.

If it hadn't been for the Celestial Dynasty, the old monster next to Master Jie would never have left the Patriarch. To put it bluntly, the attack this time was even more ferocious than Master Jie's attack in the west!

Lan narrowed his eyes lightly, and seemed to feel that what he said was too harsh, so he smiled and said decisively: "Well, let's go see this man who wants me to give birth to him. I heard that Yu Guanyin has woken up. We just happen to be able to see how she is so beautiful and beautiful, she is all over the country."

Lanka nodded, said good, and was about to make arrangements.

Suddenly the phone rings.

Old Lanka looked at the number, turned his eyes, pressed the answer button, and gave a hello.

On the phone, an extremely bold and reckless voice whispered in Lao Lanka's ear, calm and well-disguised.

Old Lanka spoke to him in a low voice, then hung up the phone, looked at Lan who had already shown a clear smile, and respectfully said, "Master, Wang Fuxing is here."

Lan smiled faintly, and said softly, "Go and see."

She was the first to leave the study.

Old Lanka lowered his head and followed behind with a respectful expression.

The old man who was in charge of protecting the owner's safety did not see that the moment he walked out of the ward, in the beautiful eyes of the young woman in front, an unusually gloomy and ruthless murderous intent was quietly emerging and blooming brightly.

Like the thick ink in the study, the darkness cannot be melted away.

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