Fast Time Travel: The Posture of the Female Supporting Counterattack

Chapter 425
Unity time.

When Ci Wu came to wake Lan Xi up, he was carrying a food box in his hand, West Lake Vinegar Fish, stir-fried liver and loin with a bowl of delicious stewed seafood, Lan Xi was so satisfied that he almost followed Lan Xi Ci Wu and Bai Zhi who were waiting were terrified.

The old lady's appetite is also very good, three dishes, three bowls of rice, before the old lady could not eat so much in a day, Bai Zhi hesitated to speak several times, but finally held back, as the saying goes, even thunder She doesn't want to make things difficult for the old lady and herself.

"Old Madam, Shopkeeper Yuan asked me to send you a message. The third son of Dayong has agreed to write for you. He said that he will stay up all night tonight, and the fourth episode will be released tomorrow. Let's see when you are free." Waiting for Lan After Xi had eaten, drank, and washed, Ciwu reported to Lan Xi.

"Can it come out tomorrow? So fast?"

The last three chapters of the best-selling book by the third son of Dayong have been delayed for half a year, and one chapter can be written in one night?
"Old madam, my servant can know this. When I went to the Shifang Bookstore, I heard that the book of the third son of Dayong is about to be reprinted."

"What else did Shopkeeper Yuan say?" Lan Xi asked.

"Shopkeeper Yuan also said that if the old lady is free tomorrow, please invite the old lady to Yingxian Tower in the evening."

In the plot, Yingxian Restaurant is one of the top high-end restaurants in Dayong. Those who go to Yingxian Restaurant for dinner are all high-ranking officials, respectable people, and have a fortune of more than one million yuan. Shopkeeper Yuan is indeed making a lot of money.

"Well, tell Treasurer Yuan that I'm here for this appointment."

"Yes, old lady."

The evening of the second day.

Lan Xi left the Hou's Mansion in a low-key manner, and after the soft sedan left the gate of the Hou's Mansion, it headed west.

Dayong at night is no less lively than during the day. After a stick of incense, the soft sedan came to Taoyuandu, Dayong's famous "net celebrity check-in place".

Taoyuan Ferry was originally just a small river near the Dayong moat, not much bigger than the smelly ditch. It became famous because it involved a good incident between a famous son and a famous brothel girl.

Nowadays, this place has long been turned into a land of whitewashed walls and tiles, swaying lanterns, and fragrant powder, but it is not just a literal mountain.

For example, the Lanting Pavilion with the fragrance of tea floating by the river, and the Yingxian Tower standing out from the crowd, these two places do not have any romance, but some are famous and elegant.

The soft sedan had just stopped at the entrance of the Yingxian Building, and shopkeeper Yuan, who had been waiting here for a long time, still greeted him with a cracked smile. Lan Xi stepped into the Yingxian Building. The guests were either listening to the music, watching the dance, or whispering, and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious.

Even the servants who followed the guests and waited on them walked lightly and spoke softly, without hearing the slightest shouting or noise.

Follow shopkeeper Yuan upstairs all the way to the top floor, wait for shopkeeper Yuan to open the door, the decoration inside is low-key, luxurious and connotative.

There are bowl-sized night pearls on the wall, faint ambergris floating in the room, the carpets are handmade woolen carpets, curtains, and tablecloths are all plain brocade with dark flowers, and only a few small vases in the room are inserted. A bouquet of unknown wild flowers.

Let’s not talk about anything else, just talk about this bowl of luminous pearls. I’m afraid not even a few of them can be found in the whole Dayong. Besides, this plain-faced dark flower cloud brocade is worth thousands of gold, and there is no market for it. Usually rich people can get half of it. Even a horse is pretty good.

The boss of Yingxianlou actually used the plain face and dark brocade as tablecloths and curtains
"Old lady, please sit down for a while, the third son of Dayong will come soon."

Shopkeeper Yuan bowed and invited Lan Xi to sit up, followed by someone bringing in a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus and honey. Shopkeeper Yuan filled a cup for Lan Xi himself. In an instant, Lan Xi's nostrils were filled with a unique aroma.

Take a sip and feel the mellow sweetness in your mouth and throat.

"Ha, I guessed correctly. It wasn't my grandmother who could write such a bizarre story, but who would it be?"

At this moment, a slim young man appeared at the door. He had an oval face, which is rare among men, with delicate features, fair skin and rosy skin.

Wearing a purple robe with dark flowers, the chest is half open, revealing the strong chest muscles inside, and holding a stack of ink-stained manuscript paper in his hand.

If this guy were placed in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, his reputation for beauty would definitely be as good as that of Pan An. Who would have thought that the third young master of Dayong would be her good grandson, Shanwen.

Ok?
After the good grandson is confirmed to be a military commander?

"My dear grandson, come and have a drink with grandma."

Lan Xixiao rolled his eyes, and Chanwen's heart skipped a beat. Why didn't the plot develop in the direction he thought?

The old lady was so calm after being stripped of her vest by him?

Really maddening!

Chanwen sat down opposite Lan Xi with a stoic smile, and said through his teeth: "Okay, then my grandson will have a drink with his grandmother."

"Well, my dear grandson, you drink too!" Lan Xi's face remained unchanged, she still greeted her with a smile.

Shopkeeper Yuan opened his mouth wide, and turned his head away uncomfortably. Rao, a person like him who has read countless scripts, has never seen such a plot.

The author of a best-selling storybook, Mr. Dayong, and the old lady of the Hou Mansion who needs someone to write for him, what the hell, they are a family, a family!

Both of them are foxes who have matured for thousands of years. One second they dropped each other's vests, and the next second they drank happily, pretending nothing happened?

Ok?
The third son of Dayong is the son of Wuyou, so what the hell, the third son of Dayong wrote the story book, is he putting money on his own face?
This is too shameless
"Treasurer Yuan, why are you still standing here?"

Chanwen turned his head and glanced at Shopkeeper Yuan, and next, Chanwen held a jug in his hand and sat on the window sill with one long leg swinging. Shopkeeper Yuan's face collapsed, he cupped his hands towards Lan Xi, and then silently backed out .

Lan Xi, who had lost her vest, didn't bother to pay attention to Chanwen, and ate with open stomach. Seeing the dishes quickly disappearing on the table, Chanwen drank a few sips of wine, and couldn't drink any more.

He had already found out clearly that his newly promoted grandmother was not yet twenty years old. After marrying into the Hou's mansion, she only knew to stay in her own yard all day long. She was usually in poor health and seldom moved around. My hobby is reading story books.

He took the initiative to reveal his identity just now, just to preemptive strikes.

You said, if his father and his mother knew that the old lady had been pretending all this time, how would everyone in the Hou's mansion look at Lan Xi?
In order not to expose her secret, the old lady will naturally follow his request, and when the time comes, he will still be able to live a happy life.

However, who can tell him what is going on now?

After being exposed by her, the old lady not only doesn't blush, but also can eat?
(End of this chapter)