Marry the ex-boyfriend's father [Transmigration Book]

After Ji Lanchuan's words fell, the guests who were attracted by this incident realized Bai Shinian's transcendence: No matter if there was a real festival or sympathy for each other, the other party shouldn't be so pretentious.

Satisfied with Ji Lanchuan's wit and wit, Mr. Huo was also happy to show off Qin Zheng's face: "It's boring to always listen to the same thing. If you have other skills, you might as well show them to the old man."

Hearing what Mr. Huo said, Bai Hairong's face in the crowd suddenly changed drastically. No matter how this kid named Ji Lan responds, his family has already been labeled as "boring" every year.

Although this still cannot suppress the halo brought by those international awards, in the few days after the birthday banquet, Niannian will definitely become a joke among insiders.

The brain is running at high speed, Ji Lanchuan's mind is much more delicate than Bai Hairong's, and Mr. Huo's words are tight, seemingly helping him avoid piano conflicts, but actually throwing him a difficult problem.

If he can't come up with other skills, he will be as embarrassed as Bai Shinian on stage.

Typically, each hits thirty big boards, sighing secretly that the ginger is still old and hot, and Ji Lanchuan, who doesn't want to embarrass Qin Zheng, picks her phoenix eyes slightly, and picks a green leaf from the decorative vase beside her: "Then this junior will show his ugly face. "

What?Blow leaves?What age is this, and there are still people who can play this kind of "instrument" that even children don't like?

Feeling ridiculous for the young man's nonsensical behavior, but Bai Shinian couldn't help but look at the other's lips with flowers and leaves in his mouth. A faint feeling of unease arose in his heart, and this unease, when the first note appeared, In an instant, it quickly climbed to the top.

Qingyue, even without a microphone, the trembling of the little flower leaves was clearly heard by everyone.

It was like returning to the bamboo grove and the sea of ​​flowers in an instant. The tune played by the young man could not be said to be very cheerful, but it was full of the rare wild charm in the city. Just when everyone thought it was a simple country tune, the young man's eyebrows and eyes were serious. It was actually blowing out the conquest of gold and iron horses with a flower and leaf.

Showing murderous looks at the birthday banquet, isn't this Ji Lan crazy? !

Subconsciously turning his head to look at Mr. Huo, Bai Shinian caught a hint of a smile of approval from his eyes.

The spiritual energy invisible to the naked eye hovered and oscillated in the air, protecting the fragile flower and leaf in the young man's mouth. When the melody changed from passionate to leisurely after reading a thousand sails, everyone couldn't help but feel inexplicably refreshed.

Especially Qin Zheng, who has a keen sense of aura, feels that his long-suffering headache has eased.

"Okay, okay!" After saying three "yes" in a row, Mr. Huo clapped his hands and laughed, "'Screaming leaves, whistling while holding the leaves, the sound is clear and loud, especially oranges and grapefruits', it is really hard for you to have no oranges today gone."

"The little tricks in the "Old Book of Tang" are all for the favor of Mr. Huo."

Taking out the flowers and leaves, the youth's delicate lips were stained with a layer of gorgeous crimson. He bent down without being humble, and received the other party's compliment lightly.

This is just a small way to arouse the spirit, but the people at the banquet thought it was very interesting when they heard it for the first time.

If we look back on Ji Lanchuan's past life, it is indeed worthy of being called a third-rate urban ghost story: the protagonist was born as an orphan with no father and no mother. Fortunately, he didn't have his hands and feet chopped off, but he just learned how to give adults a lookout.

Later, when he got older, he could pretend to be blind and cheat under the overpass by himself. His uncontrollable yin and yang eyes made him panic and fear, and the ghostly tower made him even more determined to die.

Perhaps it is fate. At the age of 16, Ji Lanchuan met the old man who changed his life. The other party accepted him as his apprentice and took him back to the mountain, and taught him to read classics and deduce the secrets.

As a result, a little blind man named Ji Xiaowu was missing from the slums, and six years later, there was an additional Master Ji in S City who was educated and engaged in the world.

In the world where metaphysics was prevalent in his previous life, his experience was not that legendary. Ji Lanchuan was always free and easy, but these few ditty tunes taught by his master still aroused his melancholy to some extent.

"Unhappy?" Seeing the young man walking towards him, Qin Zheng handed him a glass of champagne, "I thought you would be happier than Bai Shinian."

After this encounter, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the youngest son of the Bai family had lost face.

Swallowing the amber liquid in his mouth, Ji Lanchuan raised his empty glass: "Thank you, Mr. Huo, for your praise."

At this moment, he was in a bad mood, and he was really not in the mood to act falsely any more. He looked indifferently at the lively dinner party before him, and Ji Lanchuan didn't want to pay attention to those overt or covert scrutiny at all.

Even though he was in the bustling area, the young man seemed to be standing on the most secluded snow peak. Even the always charming and affectionate phoenix eyes were suppressed by his temperament to a little bit cold.

This is a very subtle change, at least at the moment only Qin Zheng is aware of it, but he only has a relationship with the original owner, so Ji Lanchuan did not reveal his secrets.

His eyes moved uncontrollably to the young man's rosy lips, Qin Zheng's eyes sank slightly: "What's its name?"

Can make the other party have such a big touch, this song must have some special meaning.

"Name?" Eyebrows curved, the coldness around the young man dissipated, as if he had been dragged into the world from the clouds all of a sudden, "I don't have a name, I just made up three ditties."

Fortunately, this ability has been with him for nine years, even if he changes his shell, he will not be unfamiliar.

Looking into the young man's smiling eyes, Qin Zheng had a question for no reason: "Do you really love Qin Ziheng?"

This is indeed a ridiculous question.

Looking at the astonished expression of the other party, Qin Zheng also felt that he was not normal recently, the young man had no flaws in his words and deeds, even Qin Zheng himself never doubted Ji Lan's love for Qin Ziheng.

But he felt inexplicably awkward, as if... as if his cheap son wasn't good enough for him.

The dignified heir of the Qin family is not worthy of a boy who hasn't graduated from college. If outsiders hear this, they will definitely think that the third master Qin is out of his mind.

"Love will also become a habit." Ji Lanchuan replied ambiguously. He didn't talk too much. He couldn't be entangled with Qin Ziheng for a lifetime. One day he would settle his cause and effect and return to Ji Lanchuan.

When the champagne in the glass was bottomed out, Qin Zheng realized that he cared too much about the love life of the younger generation. He was not used to being out of control like this, so he forcibly brought the conversation back to the topic: "Duoduo's illness?"

Changing from "confidant father-in-law" to "high-cold boss" in a second, Ji Lanchuan effortlessly followed Qin Zheng's change of face: "She has a piece of jade hanging around her neck."

Afraid that the other party would not know these uncommon terms, he added a special sentence: "It is the burial jade put in the mouth of the dead."

"Shuowen Jiezi" has a saying: "Cicada, jade is also in the mouth of death. In ancient times, Z country paid attention to funeral culture. Craftsmen often carved jade cicadas to make them, taking its meaning of "revival of cicadas and continuation of souls".

However, Ji Lanchuan has been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and he has never seen anyone come back to life because of Yu Chen's death.

"The cicada-shaped jade was popular in the Han Dynasty, but other dynasties were not all rigid in this shape. Miss Huo had a piece of jade fish hanging around her neck. I can't see its origin, but I can only see the jade attached to it. evil spirit."

In fact, this can't be regarded as Huo Lao's mistake. After all, the jade has no clear shape, as long as it is not taken out of the mouth of the deceased with his own hands, no one can guess its true origin after going around many places.

In order to ensure that "death is not empty talk and corpses are not melted", most of the materials used to make jade are of excellent quality. With Mr. Huo's style, it is not uncommon for him to choose it.

Seeing that Qin Zheng was still frowning, Ji Lanchuan took the initiative to solve the boss's worries and problems: "Children are weak, and it is common for evil spirits to enter their bodies. As long as you pick the jade fish, Miss Huo will 'cure' soon."

Thinking that he didn't have to risk his eyes to catch ghosts, Ji Lanchuan became much lighter, and even the melancholy of missing his master disappeared with the completion of the task.

But before Ji Lanchuan was brisk for three seconds, he saw Qin Zheng's thin lips slightly parted: "Can you not pick it?"

Do not pick?Could it be that the Qin family and the Huo family have some unknown deep hatred?

In an instant, countless rich and bloody plots appeared in his mind, but Ji Lanchuan found the answer from Qin Zheng's look at Huo Lao.

"The jade fish was given by Mr. Huo." Explained blankly, Qin Zheng still looked so imposing and unreasonable, Ji Lanchuan couldn't help snickering, and found that the hidden attribute of Qin Sanye turned out to be stubborn .

Is it so difficult not to make Mr. Huo blame himself?You have to go around in such a big circle.

Handing the empty cup in his hand to the passing waiter, Ji Lanchuan hesitated: "There are ways, but I need to use the merits of the third master."

"how to use?"

"A drop of blood."

Qin Zheng's great merit is usually hidden in his flesh and blood. If Ji Lanchuan wants to lure it out, he must either take him to a treasured place like the imperial mausoleum in the west of the city, or wait for him to DIY...

cough cough.

Stopping the dangerous associations behind, Ji Lanchuan said that he still had a bit of integrity, so he put on a serious face and boldly asked the man for a drop of blood.

The evil spirit needs spiritual energy to dissolve, but Huo Duoduo is no longer suitable for slow transfer by Feng Shui Bureau. If you want to get things done tonight, you can only use the golden light of Qin Zheng's merits.

Calmly dragging the young man to an unoccupied corner, Qin Zheng let go of him: "You better not be kidding me."

There is no deception for children and old people, just wipe it on.

Secretly whispering something in his heart, Ji Lanchuan smiled gently like a little sheep, wondering how Qin Zheng would hurt himself.

Three minutes later, Qin Sanye, who was holding his left hand, was throbbing: "I only have a gun."

"Then I'll go find a knife..." Ji Lanchuan looked at the western food area not far away without thinking, and felt the man's murderous aura in the next second.

"Do you dare to hurt someone with a knife at a birthday banquet?"

Dare not dare you are a father.

Shaking his head like a rattle drum, Ji Lanchuan looked at the other's bony forefinger, and suddenly his brain twitched to his heart: "How about... I'll bite it off for you?"