The reputation of Mr. Seven not only shocked the flower beds of the entire Bianjing City, but also became famous in the history of youth.
When he was studying in later generations, Kou Ji was tortured to death by Mr. Qi's poems.
This seventh gentleman is the famous Liu Yong and Liu Sanbian.
It's just that Liu Yong today, although he is famous in the flowerbed, has made little progress in his official career.
Last year, he followed his brother Liu Sanfu in taking part in the imperial examination. Liu Sanfu passed high school in one shot, but he failed again.
This is the third time he has failed.
Now he is hiding in his lover's boudoir, licking his wounds.
Kou Ji asked Liu Yong's name again and again to suppress the old bustard.
The old madam knew that Kou Ji was difficult to deal with, so he could only use his trump card to deal with him.
"Young Master, I will not hide it from you. Miss Chan'er already has a benefactor. That benefactor's background is not small. Ordinary people cannot afford to offend her."
I just came here for that benefactor!
Kou Ji muttered something in his heart, but with a sneer on his face, "Old woman, are you trying to scare me? If he really was a benefactor with good connections, he would have redeemed Chan'er long ago, why would you let him wander in the dust of the world?"
The old madam laughed dryly and said: "The benefactor has his own difficulties and cannot help Chan'er redeem his life, but he has told the old lady that Chan'er is not allowed to receive any more guests."
The smile on Kou Ji's face gradually faded away. He stared at the old bustard coldly and said, "Then do you think I am the one you can afford to offend?"
The face of the old bustard changed, and he said arrogantly: "This young master, our Wanhua Building is not an ordinary place."
"Are you reminding me that Wanhua Tower has a backstage?"
"Then you should talk about it and see if I can afford to offend him."
The madam will move backstage immediately.
Kou Ji did not give her a chance, and said: "I remember that in Bianjing City, there seem to be few people who are more noble than our Kou Mansion, and most of them are relatives of the emperor."
Kou Ji raised his eyebrows at the old madam and sneered: "Could it be that the benefactor you mentioned is the current crown prince?"
When the old bustard heard this, his expression changed again and again.
While she was shocked by Kou Ji's identity, she didn't dare to answer Kou Ji's words.
If she really dares to say that the Crown Prince is their benefactor of Wanhua Tower, Wanhua Tower will be gone before the sun rises tomorrow.
Everyone knows that the official family only has one son, the crown prince, and there will not be much dispute over who will own the throne in the future.
In other words, the crown prince's throne is a matter of ironclad certainty.
Although the current crown prince has no power at all, no one will treat matters related to his reputation lightly.
Therefore, no matter who is behind Wanhualou, anyone who dares to slander the reputation of the Crown Prince will definitely be severely punished.
The old madam stood there in shock for a long time, then forced an ugly smile on his face, "Young Master is joking, how can a noble person like the Crown Prince set foot in such a despicable place as my Wanhua Building."
Kou Ji sneered and said: "Lead the way. I must find Chan'er to accompany you tonight. If you don't agree, I will send someone back to Kou's house and select a group of powerful slaves to come and tear down your sign."
Chang Sui, who was following Kou Ji, twitched his mouth when he heard these words.
No one present except him knew that Kou Ji was pretending to be powerful.
But when things got to this point, it was impossible for him to come forward to expose Kou Ji.
As for Erbao, he probably won't care about anything except eating.
"Master, please..."
The madam used the ugliest expression in her life and made the most humble gesture in her life.
Under the leadership of the old bustard, Kou Ji entered the Wanhua Building. They only showed up on the first floor and went all the way to the third floor.
There is a quiet elegant room in the middle of the third floor, which seems to be the boudoir of the girl Chan'er.
When they arrived at the door of the boudoir, the old madam said to Kou Ji with a smile on her face: "Master, please wait a moment. Miss Chan'er has not seen a visitor for a long time. The old lady will go and warn her first, not to let her rush into you."
Without waiting for Kou Ji to say anything, the old madam stepped forward and knocked on the door. After entering the room, he immediately closed the door.
The decoration in the boudoir is very strange.
There are places of elegance and tranquility, as well as places of wealth and luxury.
Screens, bookcases, antique calligraphy and paintings, collections of books, pens, inks, paper and inkstones are all available.
A mahogany coffee table, a bed covered with gold Shu brocade, a pure gold incense burner, a thick Persian carpet, etc.
Two completely different styles appear in the same room, which looks very weird.
The old madam didn't seem to be surprised by this. After entering the room, he immediately threw himself on the luxurious bed.
On the Babu bed, there sat a soft and frail figure, wearing a green skirt, with a delicate face, and a heroic spirit between her brows. After hearing the old madam entering the house, helplessness flashed through her eyes like autumn water,
He said softly: "Mom, has Erlang arrived?"
"Hey, Cicada, you have to save mom and me. Erlang didn't arrive, but a master who was even more fierce than Erlang came."
The old madam rushed to Su Chan'er's side, crying and wailing.
Su Chan'er was stunned when she heard this, turned her eyes slightly, and exclaimed slightly: "More fierce than Erlang? Could it be that he is the legitimate son of those noble families in the city?"
The identity of Erlang mentioned by Su Chan'er is not ordinary.
In this city of Bianjing, it seems that the only ones who don't give him face are those heirs of honorable families.
The rest of the people really didn't dare not give Erlang face.
The old bustard shook his head and complained: "How can those legitimate sons of the noble family think so highly of our Wanhua House? But the identity of this person is no worse than them. I don't know where he heard your name."
Boss, when we get to the building, I'll look for you by name. Mom, I can't stop you.
But if I allow you to meet guests, mother, I will definitely not be able to spare you when Erlang arrives.
Both sides are noble people. I can't afford to offend my mother, so I can only ask for your help.
For mom's sake, I have taken care of you for so many years, so you must help me."
Su Chan'er frowned slightly and said softly: "After talking so much, mom, you haven't told me the identity of the person coming."
The old bustard slapped his leg and said hurriedly: "I almost forgot, the person coming here is from the residence of Mr. Kou Zhun Kou."
"From Mr. Kou's residence?"
Su Chan'er was stunned, and her brows furrowed even more tightly, "I once heard Erlang say before that there was only one servant in Kou Zhun Kou's house. Now he was punished to kneel in the ancestral hall for making a mistake. Apart from that, there is no one else.
Other men.
Mom, did you hear it wrong, or did you let him lie to you?"
The old madam looked stunned, "Is he a liar?"
Immediately she frowned and said hesitantly: "But the old lady looks at his attire and aura, and he doesn't look like a liar."
Su Chaner smiled bitterly and said: "In these days, there are more liars, and there are even more liars with beautiful clothes. Aren't there a few liars in the palace who claim to have achieved enlightenment and become immortals?"
After hearing what Su Chan'er said, the old madam felt that it made sense. She immediately put away her sad face and gritted her teeth and said: "What a liar, he dared to deceive me. I have to skin him alive."