The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans

Snow bamboo took the tray and walked outside the south gate of Lingchu. He hesitated a moment and knocked on the door. "Young master, slaves come to give you tea."

After a while, the voice of Ling Nannan was heard in the door. "Come in."

Snow bamboo pushes the door in, and dare not squint, and will let go of the tea.

"Wait." Ling Chunan called the little girl. "You come."

"Less, young master." Snow bamboo shuddered.

"You help me to go to the butler and say, give me a few clean clothes, and put them in the way," Lingchu Nan pointed to a few clothes boxes that were open in the room. "All people took it and threw it."

Originally, Lingchu Nan wanted to maintain the person's design as much as possible, but after seeing the magical clothing taste of the original owner, the decision was still made. The clothes were glaring and not comfortable to wear. I really don't know how to bear it. Ling The beginning of the South is not a person who has wronged himself. Of course, how come comfortably.

Although some wonder why the young man suddenly turned to sex, but the little girl who had been used to oppression did not dare to have any doubts. He promised to go to the door and go to the door to give Lingnan South a door. Xuezhu was dazzling to see that the young man actually had only one coat leaning against the soft couch by the window. From her position, he could see his delicate collarbone and the well-defined chest and the clean side of the half. Face, she looked at it for a while, only to find that she was lost, and quickly shut down the door carefully.

Xuemei came over with the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and saw the snow bamboo flustered Zhang Zhang Chaoyuan walked outside, could not help but shouted: "Snow bamboo, what are you doing here in a hurry? Did the young master's tea be sent? How is the face so red? Is it sick?"

"I, I am not... the young master asked me to make clothes for him. Also, the young master, he..." The snow bamboo face is redder.

"Young master, what happened to the young master?" Xuemei was in a hurry.

"The young master is so beautiful." Xue Zhu said with a red face.

"..." Xuemei looked at Xuezhu's eyes, then snorted, and vacated a hand and clicked on her eyebrows. "You don't wake up last night, it's good, you are fast." Go and make clothes for the young master."

When Xuemei knocked on the door, Lingnan had already got up. He had a whole piece of clothes that he couldn’t easily find out. "It’s just right to accompany me to see the Zizhuyuan." I saw the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the hand of Xuemei. "Take this together."

"Yes, young master." Xuemeifu replied.

"Snow bamboo said that she had not eaten for two days?" Ling early south asked in front.

"Yes, the girl didn't drink any water for two days." Xuemei replied, "The temper is a bit awkward, but it should be two days. The young master does not have to worry, but... the young master, the prince will come back in two days. It is."

In the past, An Zhiyu liked to go out to play, but never brought people to the house. This time, she brought a girl from the brothel back. If Anjing Wang came back, she didn’t know what it would look like.

Ling Chunan nodded to indicate that he knew, Xuemei wanted to stop, and finally swallowed the persuasion that did not export.

The two passed through the bamboo forest trail and came to a small yard.

At the door, two guards bowed and salute, "I have seen the young master."

Ling Xiaonan nodded, "Open the door." Then he looked at Xuemei and took the plate from her hand. "You are waiting here first."

Xuemei is a bit worried, "But..."

Ling Chunnan looked at her and Xuemei quickly slammed back to the side.

"Host, will you be beaten if you go in this way?" The girl in the original plot was very weak, but at the crucial moment she struggled to get the candlestick to beat the villains. Now, Lingnan is so alone. Going in, no wonder 098 is a bit worried.

Ling Chunan: "She can't beat me."

"..." You really want to fight with a sister!

Into the yard, Ling Chunan put the plate on the stone table under the osmanthus tree, and then slowly walked to the east side of the wing, lifted the scorpion, "Lan Qing girl, two days, think about it?"

The door was silent.

Ling Chunan said: "If you follow the young master, I will keep you fragrant and spicy in the future, and you will no longer have to suffer from the violent displacement. How about?"

After a while, there was a voice in the room: "Roll."

Ling Xiaonan’s face showed a playful smile. “098, this girl is much more interesting than the female host.”

"...host, don't you really fall in love with her?"

"Is there any problem?" asked Lingchu Nan.

098: "No, no problem."

The difference between this world and the world before is that there are three wives and four wives, and the male is superior to the female. According to Ling Chunan’s identity, he wants to marry several wives without any problem. Anyway, he has an Anjing Wang behind his back.

However, 098 does not understand why the host is suddenly interested in the girl?

Immediately, it reminded me of the trustworthy letter written by Shu Shiyan in the last world. Suddenly, if the man finds out that the host has a wife, he must be mad and the host must be retaliating against the man.

"098, you think too much." Ling Chunan interrupted the idea that 098 is getting more and more marginal. "Is such a careful person?"

098 斩 截 cut: "No!" is strange.

Ling Chunan: "You are more and more courageous."

"...I am sorry that the host is wrong."

I didn't pay any attention to 098. Lingchu Nan said to the door again: "If you don't want to go with me, come out and eat something. When you look back, I will send you back to Baixianglou."

The insider seemed to have not responded. After a long silence, he whispered: "What are you talking about?"

"Of course, my character is not very good, but I never force the woman." Ling Chunan added a tone. "Do you think I can be sad for you these two days? But you fell a lot of precious porcelain in my house. However, this young master will not care about you. Well, come out, if you are starved in my house, then the world should not be ridiculed that my palace has no food."

Although every sentence is fake, but Ling Chuan said that the head is the road, it sounds quite reasonable, Lan Qing is a little girl who is still unsuccessful, and hungry for two days, it is really hungry, no matter how many minutes After that, the originally closed door slammed open a slit.

The little girl who was shrunk behind the door was about 13th, and she quietly probed her, and a sly eye looked through the door.

Ling early in the early morning before she opened the door, she stood next to the station. Therefore, Lan Qing did not see him, but saw the osmanthus cake under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree not far away. She swallowed her throat and lifted her footsteps and shrank. go back.

"If I want to do something for you, do it on the day you come, why wait until now?" Ling Chunan calmly analyzed.

Lan Qing, who was subconsciously shutting the door when Lingnan was out of the air, opened the door again at this time. He would doubt the letter: "What are you talking about?"

"Of course." At the beginning of the Ling Dynasty, the Southern Dynasty took a step back. "I can guarantee that I will not be within three steps of you."

After Ling Chunnan made this guarantee, Lan Qing seemed to be relieved a lot. She slowly opened the door and then walked out from the other side of Lingchu Nan.

"This girl is really good at cheating." Lingchu Nanchao 098 said that according to his current position, trying to catch her is not easy.

Watching the host flickering girl 098: "..."

Lan Qing walked into the yard, staring at the delicate and beautiful, sweet and fragrant sweet-scented osmanthus cake, but did not dare to reach for it.

"Reassured, there is no poison inside." Ling Chunan said.

Lan Qing glanced at him, then did not hold back and reached out to the plate.

Ling Chunnan also called: "Wait."

The consciousness of the hand was shrunk backwards, and Lan Qing looked at Lingnan with surprise and fear.

"Hand rub and wipe again." Ling Chunan handed a handkerchief to her.

Lan Qing looked at his hand and looked at the handkerchief. He hesitated for a few seconds. He moved a little forward and extended his hand to pick it up.

Ling Chunan said: "You should stay here for a few days, wait until you get fat and go back, otherwise the young master will not be able to bully the reputation of the little girl. Well, you eat, I will go first."

When Ling Nannan turned and walked outside the door, Lan Qing looked at his back and looked at the handkerchief he had not taken, then took a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake into his mouth, then his eyes lit up, then A second piece of the third piece was stuffed into the mouth.

After eating five or six pieces, I finally had something in my stomach, but I couldn’t do anything in my throat. When I finished, I was stopped.

Just as she felt like she was suffocating and dying, suddenly a cup of tea was handed to her.

"The girl is slow." Xuemei patted her back to Lan Qing and added tea to her.

After a while, Lan Qing finally felt that she was alive. She was blushing and said: "Thank you, sister."

"The girl is not polite, the young master told the slaves to give you tea. He also told the slaves to tell you, and after a while, I will send you dinner, you should eat the snack mat," Xuemei said.

For the bully who robbed himself back, Lan Qing obviously didn't believe it, but thought that Ling Chunnan didn't really do anything to her just now, and he was a little bit convinced, "Thank you."

"Host, do you really want to let the female master sister?" 098 asked.

"Do not let go." Ling Chunan answered.

098: "...you just said that she would go back a few days."

"She has to go back in a few days, but I didn't let her go." Ling Chunan took a piece of bamboo leaves in his mouth. "I blow the song to you."

Ling Chunan lived in that life for a long time. In order to adapt to the role, various skills have been learned, including how to use the leaves to blow good songs.

098 has never heard of Ling Chunan's ability to display this skill, but even if he has studied it, it has been so long, it does not believe that Ling Chunan still remembers the tune.

But obviously 098 is too small, Ling Lingnan, he found a corner to sit down casually, and the melodious little tune rang in a short while, but it was unexpectedly nice.

After a song, 098 returned to God, "Host, why haven't I heard this song?" The world's various music libraries that it has experienced have information, but it can't search for this tune.

"Not that I said, if I didn't become an actor, I might become a musician." Ling Chunan said.

098: "..." too narcissistic.

Ling Chunan took a picture of the leaves on his body and stood up. He was about to leave. Suddenly a figure descended from the sky and stood firmly in front of Lingchu Nan. "Is the song just blown by you?"