Don't! Lan Ning involuntarily grabbed her clothes and trembled slightly.
Zhu Ming suddenly turned back to Lan Ning and said, "Ms. Lan Ning, my handwriting is not pretty."
The corner of Lan Ning's mouth curled up: "No... no problem." His voice was slightly trembling.
Zhu Ming nodded and held the pen tightly in his hand. In those days, he didn't practice calligraphy in vain. It finally came in handy. What he practiced the most was his name, but he didn't have to worry about making mistakes. He just wrote on the paper. Write your name.
After Zhu Ming finished writing, he put down the pen and said, "Ms. Lan Ning, it's done. Look."
Lan Ning was a little afraid to look at it. She was really afraid that it would be the familiar handwriting. Zhu Ming looked at Lan Ning's expression and thought to himself: "It seems that Mrs. Lan Ning is impressed by me."
Ms. Lan Ning approached the table step by step, her heart pounding, and she finally had the courage to look at it. When she saw the word "Zhu Ming" that looked like chicken feet, her heart dropped, and she breathed a sigh of relief, with an expression of joy on her face. Come.
God is not playing tricks on him. Zhu Ming is not important at all. What is important is the truth. Now he can be sure that the person he is communicating with is not the person in front of him.
Zhu Ming looked at Lan Ning's smile and was extremely happy. He said softly: "Ms. Lan Ning..."
Lan Ning approached without warning. The fragrance of her body made him dizzy, and her beautiful and noble appearance made him timid. He took a few steps back without realizing it, keeping a distance from Lan Ning.
Lan Ning suddenly changed his indifferent expression and asked coldly: "Who wrote the letter tied to the white dove?"
Zhu Ming was stunned and said in shock: "I wrote it!"
Lan Ning said angrily: "You still want to lie to me!" He picked up the paper with the words Zhu Ming written on it, "Look, the words you wrote are the same as yours. They are simply clumsy and ugly. No matter what you think, To come up with the word "spring", considering that you can also compose poetry, is simply a big joke."
Lan Ning's words were merciless and venomous. He vented out his dissatisfaction these days and actually wanted to pretend to be someone else. For such a villain, no matter how vicious it is, it's hard to overstate it.
Zhu Ming's eyes turned red. It turned out that Mrs. Lan Ning was just teasing me. Why, why did you treat me like this when I was so good to you.
Lan Ning urged in a cold voice: "Tell me! Who is it? I won't care about this matter!"
What he couldn't get, no one else could get it, not to mention that this person was Xie Fu. He trained pigeons and painstakingly delivered the letter to the yard where Lan Ning lived. All of this was paid for by him.
Xie Fu is just a ghostwriter. Why, why should he take everything away from him? Zhu Ming gritted his teeth and replied: "I wrote it, believe it or not."
Lan Ning sneered and said: "I misjudged you. I thought you were just a weakling, but I didn't expect you to be so shameless."
At this time, the movement in the hall attracted the attention of other brothel ladies. It was rare that Ms. Lan Ning appeared in the hall, and they all asked: "Ms. Lan Ning, what happened?"
Lan Ning smiled and said: "Everyone comes to pay homage to the calligraphy of Mr. Zhu, the most talented man in Suzhou."
The girls thought that what Lan Ning said was true, and they all rushed to the table.
When he saw the words on the table, he exclaimed.
——The writing is too ugly!
——I really don’t know how to describe it.
——Shaped like chicken feet.
——Ms. Lan Ning, is she really the most talented person in Suzhou?
Lan Ning smiled and said: "Of course, although Mr. Zhu's handwriting is not very good? He is a good poet."
The girls were dubious at this point. They couldn't even write well, so how could they have any poetic talent?
Lan Ning looked at Zhu Ming and said with a smile: "Master Zhu, why don't you compose a poem on the spot to impress the ladies."
Lan Ning's words are really murderous without showing blood.
Being ridiculed by his beloved goddess, Zhu Ming felt uncomfortable and ashamed, and his eyes turned red and he burst into tears.
Lan Ning was surprised when she saw this. She had only contributed a third of her strength. She usually ridiculed those young masters much more harshly than this one, and she never saw anyone cry while talking.
Lan Ning winked at Juan'er and signaled Juan'er to pull Zhu Ming out of the hospital.
A group of brothel ladies also wanted to go out to watch the fun, but Lan Ning scolded them back.
Outside the hospital, Lan Ning said to Zhu Ming: "Master Zhu, it was not my intention to embarrass you. It is because you have deceived me again and again, and I am so angry."
After Lan Ning gave a simple explanation, he said: "Tell me who wrote those letters. Every injustice has its own owner, and I will go find him to settle the account."
Zhu Ming gave Lan Ning a hard look, turned around and ran away.
"Don't run!"
Juaner was about to catch up immediately, but was stopped by Lan Ning: "Juaner, forget it, let him go."
"Miss, why did you let him run away before you found out who wrote those letters?"
Lan Ning smiled bitterly: "I have seen a lot of weaklings in my life, but I have never seen one so weak. It makes me feel like I am bullying a child. That's all. I only bully ruthless people, not children."
Juaner secretly thought to herself that although the young lady is fierce and can like or dislike her as she pleases, she is still kind at heart. If it were me, I would have fucked him long ago after being teased and deceived over and over again.
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In the yard, Hu Di all surrounded Zhu Ming and asked, "Master Zhu, who bullied you? I will stand up for you."
Hu Di had said this sentence countless times, but Zhu Ming remained silent.
When Xie Fu came back, Hu Diquan heard the noise and immediately walked out of Zhu Ming's room, "Thank you, Fu, Zhu Ming was so bullied that he cried."
Xie Fu was surprised when he heard this: "I'm crying! Was he beaten or something?"
Hu Diquan responded: "Even if he doesn't tell me, I don't know what's going on."
"Come on, let me go take a look."
Fu Xie came to Zhu Ming's room and saw tears on his face like a little lady. He asked with concern: "Zhu Ming, what's wrong? Was he punished by the lady or scolded by the lady?"
Zhu Ming did not respond.
Hu Diquan said anxiously: "Master Zhu, tell me, the two of us will stand up for you. Old Hu, I am stubborn, but Xie Fu is tough-talking."
Xie Fu sat down next to Zhu Ming, stretched out his hand to squeeze his arm, and asked, "Are you injured?"
Zhu Ming reacted violently and pushed away Xie Fu's hand, glared at Xie Fu fiercely, and said coldly: "Stop being so hypocritical!"
Xie Fu was stunned, and Monk Zhang Er was a little confused.
Hu Diquan said angrily: "Zhu Ming, why are you like this? We are also worried about you."
Xie Fu raised his hand and said: "Okay, he is in a state of mood now. Let's not disturb him first and let him calm down for a while."
The two walked out of the room, and Xie Fu whispered: "Diquan, I'm busy. Keep an eye on him and don't let him do stupid things."
Hu Diquan was stunned and said: "That's not true."
Xie Fu said: "We don't know what happened to him. I think his relative just passed away and he is immersed in grief. Don't ask anymore. Just pay more attention."
Hu Diquan couldn't hear Xie Fu's sarcasm at all.
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"Clink glasses together inside the red tent, get drunk with you and turn the candlestick upside down."
The voice is soft and the singing is beautiful.
Juan'er, who was standing at the door of the flower hall, waited for Lan Ning to finish singing before walking in, "Miss, if Yu Yuan sang this song, I'm afraid it would be even more amazing than Qinglian."
In the field of singing, Lan Ning is much better than Qing Lian in terms of talent and skills, but Lan Ning said: "This song is not as easy to sing as you think, and for the male voice part, I I’m afraid I won’t be able to learn it anymore, but it’s almost impossible to sing alone, and I can’t get into it emotionally.”
Juaner smiled and said, "Then find someone to sing with you."
Lan Ning suddenly found it funny, "Men listen to music, but have you ever seen a man sing music?"
Juaner asked curiously: "In that case, why does this piece have a male vocal part?"
Lan Ning responded: "You have to ask the person who composed this piece of music, but I know very well that if this piece of music didn't have a male voice part, it would be more than half as good as it was."
After pondering for a moment, he continued: "Everything comes from scratch. This song became a blockbuster. This kind of duet between men and women is the first of its kind. Maybe it will become a trend in the future."
Juaner smiled and said, "It must be interesting if a man sings."
Lan Ning smiled and said: "It comes naturally if you get used to it. I have never seen a woman wearing men's clothing and riding a horse before, but now it is not strange."
"Ms. Lan Ning, I'm here."
But Qinglian came, and Lan Ning said with a smile: "Little girl, you have been busy for a few days, and I haven't seen you come over. Are you so focused on meeting your little lover that you forgot about me?"
Being teased like this by Lan Ning, Qinglian's face turned red, "Ms. Lan Ning, don't talk nonsense. Dumb and I are innocent. It's not what you think."
Lan Ning joked: "If you are innocent now, you will become in love over time, but you may not be innocent in the future."
Qinglian said hurriedly: "Ms. Lan Ning, it's really not what you think. I have always regarded Ah-Dai as my elder brother."
Lan Ning smiled and said, "Really? I'm quite interested in him too."
Qinglian and Juaner exclaimed "Ah" at the same time, but they didn't know how they were interested.
Qinglian came back to her senses and smiled: "Ms. Lan Ning, I know you are deliberately irritating me. You have such high standards. Even Lord Zhu is your supporter, so you won't fall in love with Dumb."
Juaner responded loudly: "Of course, he doesn't even deserve to carry my lady's shoes." As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that Qinglian had a good relationship with this dumb guy, which made her a little embarrassed.
Qinglian knew that Juaner was talking openly, so she smiled and said, "Dumb is really nice."
Lan Ning smiled sweetly: "Okay, I'm just joking." She walked over to Qinglian and said softly: "You are still young. I need to remind you that men's feelings and love are all false. Men I’m just greedy for your body, so I have to hold on to the last level no matter what.”
Suddenly talking about such a sensitive topic, Qinglian lowered her head in embarrassment, her eyes hit Lan Ning's plump and spectacular body, and retorted: "Ms. Lan Ning, your body is so greedy."
Lan Ning smiled sweetly, "I told you something serious, but you came to tease me instead."
Qinglian continued: "Ms. Lan Ning, if I were a man, I would definitely be fascinated by you."
