Mr. Qi's reputation not only shook the entire flower bed of Bianjing City, but was also famous in the history of youth.
When studying in later generations, Kou Ji was also tossed to death by Mr. Seven's poems.
This seven gentlemen is the famous Liu Yong and Liu Sanbian.
It's just that Liu Yong nowadays, although he is stunned in the flower bed, but in the official career, but has nothing to do.
Last year, he followed his brother Liu Sanfu, and participated in the imperial examination together. Liu Sanfu made high school all the way, but he once again lost his name to Sun Shan.
This is the third time he has failed.
Now she is hiding in her lover Chong Niang's boudoir, licking her wounds.
Kou Ji repeatedly invited Liu Yong's name to crush the old bustard.
The old bust knew that Kou Ji couldn't handle it, so he could only use his assassin to deal with him.
"This son, the old lady doesn't lie to you, Miss Chan'er already has a benefactor, and that benefactor is not small, and ordinary people cannot afford to offend."
I came for the benefactor!
Kou Ji murmured in his heart, but with a sneer on his face, "Old lady, are you scaring the young man? If you really have a good benefactor, you would have ransomed Chan'er a long time ago, so why let him be left in the dust."
The old bust said with a dry smile: "The benefactor has his own difficulties and is inconvenient to redeem Chan'er, but he has explained to the old lady that Chan'er is not allowed to pick up guests again."
The smile on Kou Ji's face gradually faded, and he stared at the old bustard coldly, and said: "Then you think, I can afford to offend you, Master?"
The old bust's expression changed, and he said arrogantly: "This young man, our Wanhualou is not an ordinary place."
"Are you reminding Xiaoye that Wanhualou has a backstage?"
"Then you just talk about it and see if you can afford to offend it."
The old bustard will move backstage immediately.
Kou Ji didn't give her a chance, and said: "My little master remembers that in this Bianjing city, there seem to be few more noble than our Kou Mansion, most of them are relatives of the emperor."
Kou Ji raised an eyebrow at the old bust, and sneered: "Could it be that the benefactor in your mouth is the current prince?"
When the old bust heard this, his face changed again and again.
While shocked by Kou Ji's identity, she did not dare to take Kou Ji's words.
She must dare to say that the crown prince is their benefactor of Wanhua Tower, and Wanhua Tower will disappear before the sun rises tomorrow.
Everyone knows that the official family has only one son, the crown prince, and there will be no disputes about the future ownership of the throne.
In other words, the crown prince's throne is an ironclad matter.
Although the current crown prince does not have any power in his hands, no one will take care of things that are related to his reputation.
Therefore, no matter who the backstage of Wanhualou is, as long as he dares to slander the reputation of the crown prince, he will definitely be hit hard.
The old bust stood in awe for a long time before a ugly smile was squeezed out on his face, "The son is joking. How can a noble person like the crown prince set foot in a place like my Wanhualou
Kou Ji sneered: "Lead the way. Tonight, I have to ask Chan'er to accompany him. If you don't agree, I will send someone back to the Kou Mansion, pick a group of heroes, and come and tear down your sign."
The long follower who followed Kou Ji's mouth twitched when he heard this.
Except for him, no one knew that Kou Ji was pretending to be a tiger.
But when things have reached this point, it is impossible for him to come forward to expose Kou Ji.
As for Erbao, he probably wouldn't care about anything except eating.
"Master, please..."
The old bustard made the most humble gesture of his life with the most ugly expression in his life.
Kou Ji entered the Wanhua Building under the leadership of the old bust. They only showed up on the first floor, and went all the way to the third floor.
There is a quiet elegant room in the middle of the third floor, which seems to be the girl's boudoir.
At the door of the boudoir, the old bustard said to Kou Ji with a smile: "Master, wait a minute, Miss Chan'er hasn't seen a guest for a long time, the old lady should go and tell her first, don't let her run into you."
Before Kou Ji could speak, the old bust opened the door and closed the door immediately after entering the room.
The arrangement in the boudoir is very peculiar.
There are elegant and quiet places, but also rich and luxurious places.
Screens, book cases, antique calligraphy and paintings, collection of books, pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Mahogany coffee table, Babu bed covered with golden silk brocade, pure gold incense burner, thick Persian carpet and so on.
Two completely different styles appeared in the same room and looked strange.
The old bust seemed to be surprised at this. After entering the room, he immediately rushed to the luxurious step**.
In Babu**, sitting a soft and weak figure, wearing a green skirt, with a delicate face, a breath of heroism between her eyebrows, after hearing the old bustard enter the house, her eyes like Qiu Shui flashed with helplessness. , Said softly: "Mom, is Erlang here?"
"Oh hello, Chan'er, you can save my mother and me. Erlang hasn't arrived, but there is a more fierce master than Erlang."
The old bust rushed to Su Chan'er, crying and wailing.
Su Chan'er was stunned when she heard the words, her eyes lightly turned, and she exclaimed slightly: "Ferrier than Erlang? Could it be the sons of those honorable families in the city?"
The identity of Jiro Su Chan'er's mouth is not ordinary.
In this city of Bianjing, it seems that the only ones who don't give him face are those who belong to the honorable family.
The rest of the people really didn't dare not give Erlang face.
The old bust shook his head and complained: "How can the sons of the honorable family look at our Wanhualou. But the identity of the visitor is not worse than them. I don't know where he heard your name. Head, after arriving in the building, the person who named you by name is looking for you. Mom, I can't stop it.
But mother, if I let you meet guests, I will definitely not be able to spare me when Jiro arrives.
There are nobles on both sides. I can't afford to offend my mother, so I can only ask for your help.
For the sake of my mother who has taken care of you for so many years, you must help me. "
Su Chan'er frowned slightly, and said softly: "After all this, mom, you haven't told me the identity of the person."
The old bust slapped his legs and hurriedly said, "I almost forgot, the visitor was from the residence of Kou Zhun and Kou Xianggong."
"From Kou Xianggong's mansion?"
Su Chan'er was taken aback, her brows furrowed tighter, "I heard Erlang before that there was only one Congzi at Kou Zhun Kou Xianggong's mansion. Now he is punished to kneel in the ancestral hall for making a mistake. Other males.
Mom, did you hear me wrong, or did you let him lie? "
The old bust was stunned, "Is he a liar?"
Immediately, she frowned and said hesitantly: "But the old lady looks at his attire and looks like a liar."
Su Chan'er smiled bitterly: "In recent years, there have been more swindlers, and more swindlers in beautiful clothes. Are there not a few swindlers in the palace who claim to have become immortals?"
The old bust heard Su Chan'er's words and felt that it made sense. She immediately put away her sorrow and gritted her teeth and said: "What a liar, I dare to lie to my old lady. I must strip him alive.
"Mom wait a minute!"