Between the young master's punishment and pleading with Song Yizhi, Lan Qianqian decisively chose to plead with Song Yizhi.
She begged, "Senior Sister Song, please come with me!"
It's okay, it's okay, this is only temporary, at worst, Song Yizhi will have to kneel down and beg him in the future!
Lan Qianxi silently warned herself in her heart that no matter how much she hated or was jealous, she must endure it.
She dared to target Song Yizhi, but she really didn't have the slightest courage to confront the young master.
Seeing Lan Qianqian trying to pull at the hem of her clothes again, Song Yizhi moved away and turned around to walk outside.
Lan Qianxi is disgusting enough. I guess the young master of the Lan family is not a good person either. If I can't help it, I won't go!
Lan Qianxi quickly got up and limped to catch up.
If Song Yizhi is not brought to the young master, her life will really be worse than death!
After walking out of the inn, the old man beside Lan Minjun blocked Song Yizhi's path.
"Miss Song." A calm voice sounded, and the old man raised his hand and saluted Song Yizhi, saying neither humble nor arrogantly, "My young master would like to invite Miss Song to a party."
When Lan Qianqian chased him out and saw the old man, she trembled reflexively.
Song Yizhi didn't miss Lan Qianqian's reaction.
Looking at the calm old man in front of him but showing some kindness, Song Yizhi remained calm, but his heart was already turning over and over again.
The entourage around the young master of the Lan family actually came to invite me? It seems that I am afraid that I have to go.
But... Lan Qianxi is actually afraid of this old man?
interesting.
"What if I don't go?" Song Yizhi folded his arms and said in a coquettish and coquettish voice, "My coat is made of water and tencel. Your lady wrinkled my coat. I am very unhappy now. You What should I do?"
The old man glanced at Lan Qianxi calmly.
Anyone who cultivates immortality knows the value of Shui Tiansi.
Thinking of the punishment that awaited her next, Lan Qianqian's face became even paler.
She resented Song Yizhi in her heart, complaining that she had to wear such an expensive coat when she had nothing to do.
"Miss Song, you might as well go over there. My young master will compensate for Miss Song's losses." The old man said.
Song Yizhi raised his chin slightly and said proudly, "Lead the way."
The old man responded and raised his hand to signal Song Yizhi to follow him.
Another inn.
Song Yizhi followed the old man into the door and saw a man wearing a moon-white robe.
Lan Minjun lowered his eyes and played with the nine-ring chain. His long eyelashes cast a small shadow on his face. The jade-carved nine-ring chain made his slender and beautiful hands look white.
He seemed to be playing with the Nine Links seriously, looking a little docile and harmless.
The footsteps at the door caused Lan Minjun to raise his eyes, and his eyes fell on Song Yizhi past the old man.
Beautiful.
These two words suddenly appeared in Lan Minjun's mind.
The word "Meili" seems to have been born for Song Yizhi.
She is such a delicate and perfect little girl with no flaws at all.
I heard that Song Yizhi was born very much like her biological mother, but now that I saw her, she was more beautiful than her mother, and less awe-inspiring.
Song Yizhi met those beautiful, calm eyes, then looked down at her feet, gently lifted up her skirt and stepped across the threshold and walked in.
"Young master of the Lan family?" The clear and clean voice was slightly cold, which showed that the owner of the voice was not in a good mood.
Lan Minjun hooked a jade ring with his slender fingers. It seemed that he had never seen Song Yizhi's surprise, and a gentle smile appeared on his face, "I am Lan Minjun."
The old man opened the bench and retreated behind Lan Minjun.
"Song Yizhi." After finishing speaking, Song Yizhi sat down with her skirt in hand.
Lan Qianxi looked at Song Yizhi, who was on an equal footing with the young master, and stood aside with her head lowered.
She was extremely resentful towards Song Yizhi in her heart, but she still tried hard to reduce her sense of existence.
Lan Minjun placed the nine-ring ring on the table and said with just the right amount of gentleness in his voice, "I had known that Miss Song had never been seen, but now that I have seen her, I know that the rumors were wrong."
"Really?" Song Yizhi raised his hand and put it on the table, rubbing his fingers against his temples to relieve the pain, "What are the rumors about me? A rotten wood or a waste? Or a beautiful vase?"
Song Yizhi's frankness was a bit overwhelming. Lan Minjun looked at her domineering and domineering look, his smile was still so gentle.
Lan Minjun's gentle voice was slightly concerned, "Miss Song, does she have a headache?"
Song Yizhi raised his eyes and glanced at Lan Minjun lightly, "Thank you so much, young master, otherwise I should be resting in the inn now."
Faced with Song Yizhi's reproach, Lan Minjun lowered his head slightly and said with some guilt, "It's my fault for not thinking carefully. If Miss Song doesn't dislike it, I'll have someone clean up a room for Miss Song to rest."
Listening to the man's apologetic and guilty voice, Lan Qianxi's eyes widened with disbelief.
Is this, is this really... Young Master?
Lan Qianxi wanted to deny that this was not the young master, but when she thought of the young master's cruel tactics, her mind suddenly cleared up.
There is a reason why Song Yizhi doesn't like to deal with these aristocratic families. His words can make eighteen turns, just like the reincarnation of Lotus Root.
Song Yizhi put his hands down on the table and said calmly, "Young master, you invited me here just to give me a place to rest?"
It was obvious that Song Yizhi's patience was running low, so Lan Minjun said softly, "Of course I have something to say when I invite Miss Song over, but seeing as Miss Song is like this now, I'm afraid she doesn't want to hear it."
Song Yizhi didn't respond, but looked at Lan Minjun quietly.
Lan Minjun looked at Song Yizhi and saw her calm eyes, his smile deepened a little, "I hope to see Miss Song at the auction tomorrow."
"Yes." Song Yizhi responded, then asked, "Is there anything else?"
Lan Minjun stood up and spoke in a warm voice, "I won't waste Miss Song's time anymore. I'll send Miss Song out."
Song Yizhi crossed the threshold and said before leaving, "Lan Qianqian grabbed the wrinkles out of my water-ten silk coat."
Lan Minjun smiled and said, "I'm really sorry. I will give Miss Song a brand new coat."
Song Yizhi responded and strode away.
After Song Yizhi's figure disappeared into the crowd, Lan Minjun turned around and walked in, his eyes falling on Lan Qianqian.
"Pfft." Lan Qianxi knelt on the ground, her trembling voice revealing fear, "Young Master, I know I was wrong."
"You left the Lan family without permission in an attempt to escape me, and now you have caused such a big trouble for me." Lan Minjun was smiling, but there was no gentleness in that smile, it was full of coldness and cruelty.
Looking at Lan Qianqian who was lying limply on the ground, Lan Minjun stepped on her slender jade fingers with his boots, crushing them slowly, "A water-ten silk coat, my good sister, what should you use?" pay?"
The pain of having her fingers almost crushed was heartbreaking. Lan Qianxi wanted to shout out but she didn't dare. She gritted her teeth so hard that she was shaking in pain.
Looking at Lan Qianqian who was holding back the pain and not daring to cry out, Lan Minjun raised his foot and kicked her in the lower abdomen, sending her flying away.
Looking at Lan Qianqian who fell to the ground after hitting the wall, Lan Minjun took two steps forward, looked down at her half-dead body, and said cruelly, "If you can't speak, then cut out your tongue."
Lan Qianxi trembled and got up and knelt on the ground. She didn't dare to shed a tear and begged for mercy, "I was wrong. I don't dare to do anything anymore. Please forgive me, young master."
"Spare you?" Lan Minjun seemed to have heard something funny. He smiled so gracefully and tenderly, "Then who spared my Ahri?"
Lan Qianqian seemed to have heard some magic spell, and she couldn't stop trembling all over.
Lan Minjun walked to the table and sat down, picked up the nine-ring chain, and said in a gentle voice, "Uncle Qu, take my sister down and treat her well."
The old man responded, raised his hand and saluted, then walked up, grabbed Lan Qianxi's shoulders, and dragged her away.
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(End of chapter)
