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Chapter 234 The Legendary Young Master Lan

Everyone held their breath and waited for Mr. Jiu to appear on the stage.

Soon, a few hazy figures appeared behind the bustard.

Because there is a white veil behind the bustard, this white veil directly covers their faces, and only their dim shadows can be seen.

Although separated by a white veil, everyone couldn't help but stare at one of the figures.

That figure seemed to be drunk, his footsteps were flimsy and messy, and he was supported by two servants.

Everyone stretched their necks involuntarily, unable to look away.

He was slender and well-proportioned, with a slender waist and long legs. With the support of the servant, his soft and boneless body tilted from time to time, and everyone couldn't help worrying about him.

They were afraid that if the two servants were not supported properly, they would fall down directly.

As he staggered forward, the light clothes on his body danced with the wind, as if he was dancing the most beautiful dance in the world, and also like a fairy who would rise from the sky at any moment.

In a haze, their hearts were half hooked, they wished they could hold that weak and boneless man in their arms and love them dearly.

Mr. Jiu is the one in the middle, right?

It really is stunning.

"Thank you for being able to come to Chrysanthemum Garden to support... Bustard..."

"Okay, I don't want to hear you old man chattering, so quickly remove the gauze, we want to see Mr. Jiu."

"Withdraw, withdraw, what's so interesting about an old man."

"I said bustard father, don't you just want to make money, don't talk nonsense about those scenes, everyone knows the rules, as long as Mr. Jiu is good-looking, we are willing to shoot for any amount."

Everyone, you say a word, and I don't have the place for the bustard to intervene.

In the private room on the second floor, Huang Zhenzhen saw everything outside in her eyes. She sat lazily on the recliner, enjoying the grapes handed by the waiter, with the corners of her mouth raised.

This is just the beginning, these people's eyes are straightened, if they see Xie Yiqi for a while, wouldn't their souls be lost?
"My lord, such a grand occasion has never happened to Chrysanthemum Gardener since Mr. Lan left."

Beside him, a handsome waiter was half-kneeling, peeling grape skins while smiling flatteringly.

Huang Zhenzhen half-closed his eyes, "Oh? Who is Mr. Lan?"

"Mr. Lan is a stunningly beautiful man who overwhelms the country and the city. He came to Chrysanthemum Hall three years ago and became famous overnight with just one song. The entire Fangcheng and even the entire Jin Kingdom are crazy about him. Only then became famous all over the world, and the chrysanthemum waiter has become one of the best brothel boys in the Jin Kingdom."

Huang Zhenzhen raised his eyebrows, showing a hint of interest, "If you are so powerful, who is Mr. Lan?"

"That's not clear. He only came to Chrysanthemum Garden for two days. Two days later, somehow, it seemed that the world had disappeared, and there is no news of him until now. At first, everyone thought that Mr. Lan would come back, and the guests came every night. The chrysanthemum waiter waited for him, and after waiting for a long time, not only did Mr. Lan not come back, but the chrysanthemum waiter also had no one to take his place, and as time passed, the business slowly declined."

"At that time, many people went bankrupt looking for Mr. Lan, but there was no news at all."

Huang Zhenzhen chewed slowly, tapped the handle of the chair lightly with one hand, and there was a hint of thought in his delicate eyes.

To cause such a big commotion in two days, it seems that this Young Master Lan is not easy.

After a long time, Huang Zhenzhen tilted her head, hooked her lips into a smile, and stretched out her green hand to gently lift Xiao Guan's chin, and smiled charmingly, "Oh, then what's your name?"

Xiao Guan's face turned red, and a blush appeared on his delicate face, "My family's surname is Xiaoyao, and my name is Youyou."

"Xiaoyaoyouyou?" The name sounds nice, but does it have the surname Xiaoyao?
Xiaoyaoyou looked up shyly, and looked at him secretly, "Young master, if you like it, the slave family will take good care of you tonight."

Huang Zhenzhen shuddered, and goosebumps rose all over the ground.

Serve her well tonight?

Are you kidding me, she is afraid of getting sick.

"His..."

Suddenly, there was a gasp in the audience, Huang Zhenzhen was attracted and looked outside.

However, in Nuoda's chrysanthemum waiters, no matter the guests or the slaves, the waitresses, the prostitutes were amazed, their pupils widened, and many of them even covered their mouths in shock.

Huang Zhenzhen followed their gaze and was shocked.

Although she had just seen Xie Yiqi who had finished grooming, she was still amazed when she saw it now.

What a stunningly handsome man that was.

His face is like a crown of jade, his eyebrows are sharp and his eyes are bright, his body is slender, he is wearing white clothes inside, a light blue cloak on the outside, and a wide-brimmed jade belt around his waist, which perfectly sets off his tall and tall figure.

The full head of black hair has been combed straight, and a light blue ribbon gently tied half of it, which is indescribably lazy and refined, and even has a kind of immortal posture that is difficult to look up to.

Most importantly, his half-drunk and half-awake charming posture has three points of charm, three points of chic, and three points of dust.

He is so beautiful that it has long been difficult to distinguish between male and female, no matter whether a man or a woman sees it, his heart will thump.

Huang Zhenzhen secretly said a monster.

The three nobles in the harem are all monsters. If they go out side by side, the whole city will be rioted.

I don't know what Gu Yuzhe looks like, he must be unparalleled in style.

The state of Jin was destroyed, and he didn't show up once. It seems that the relationship between Gu Yuzhe and her is not very good.

"My lord, Mr. Jiu looks really good-looking." Xiaoyaoyou couldn't help sighing.

"Oh, according to your opinion, which one is better, Mr. Jiu or Mr. Lan?"

"This... the slave family has never met Mr. Lan. At that time, the slave family was still young and had no chance to come out to receive guests."

"Then how old are you this year?"

"My family is fifteen this year."

"Cough cough..."

fifteen?If this is placed in modern times, he has just graduated from junior high school, right?Maybe you haven't graduated from high school yet.

What do you mean son?
"Young master, I will serve you wholeheartedly tonight."

Huang Zhenzhen slapped his hand away suddenly, "What are you doing?"

The sudden shout made Xiaoyao Youyou a little overwhelmed, he knelt down with a plop, and said in panic, "My lord, I made a mistake, please forgive me, lord."

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　　Master Lan, it hurts a lot.She was just ascending to a catastrophe,
　　Obviously it should be just five black thunders.

　　As a result, God went crazy and sent her nine purple thunders.

　　So the body was destroyed, and the soul was worn out.When he opened his eyes again, the old hen turned into a duck.

　　Master Lan became a poor forensic doctor who was cheated and abandoned by her boyfriend.

　　Hey, the forensic examiner found all dead people?Come on, we are good at this job.

　　Celestial Master Lan curled her lips into a smile, the dead were her favorite.

　　A whistle sounded, and the corpse stood at attention.

　　When the small banner of Zhaoyin is displayed, the soul will return.

　　The ghost flute is playing lightly, and the bones have something to say.

　　There is no autopsy without her, no portrait of the murderer that she cannot draw.

　　In the dead of night, a will-o'-the-wisp appeared in the forensic room.

　　Forensic doctor Lan smiled and raised the corpse's chin.

　　"Come on, tell me, who killed you?"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)