"There are only a few private rooms that can be seen, so sit down." Mr. Deng said, sitting alone and not paying attention to the so-called "courtesy". He picked up a piece of cold pig meat with his chopsticks and chewed it.
"Tsk. I admire you that you can still have such teeth despite your age."
"Why do you think you are scolding me?" After a few sips, Mr. Deng picked up the wine glass and took a sip. "This wine is not bad, hey! Now when I smell the wine, I think of your song about to enter the wine! Okay.
Poetry, good poetry! It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the best poem in the world!"
Lan Chen couldn't help but rolled his eyes.
Since he appreciates it so much, why not just let him go?
Even if it doesn't help, you can still tell the reason for the 'murderous intention'. It's not a good feeling to be kept in the dark.
However, the moment when the truth was revealed came too late.
"Lan Chen, after thinking about it for a while, do you know why I targeted you?"
"I don't know!"
"Speaking of which, I haven't been given an official title yet, and you come from Xuzhou. It's not an exaggeration for me to call you a lord, right? Sir, have you ever heard that you were demoted?
What did dad say?"
No matter how much turmoil arose in his heart, Lan Chen tried hard to restrain himself so as not to reveal anything on his face that Mr. Deng would notice.
But what was unexpected was that Mr. Deng was still immersed in eating.
Lan Chen was stunned. Not only was he surprised that he had such a good appetite at his age, but he was also amazed that Mr. Deng didn't look at his face in order to find some clues to support his guess.
Are you really so confident?
Or...it doesn't matter whether it is yes or no, he already has the answer in his mind.
After shivering, Lan Chen slowly sat down.
When he heard the word 'Master', the somewhat vague concept in his mind gradually became clear. When he mentioned his father, he knew why Mr. Deng was here.
Isn't it just like the boss Chen of Xuzhou Gambling House, all for the old house of Lan Mansion? To be more precise, it is the 'treasure map' in the secret passage under the well of Lan Mansion!
He first calmly picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of sauce meat, and slid it down his throat, followed by a sip of wine, and then looked at Mr. Deng and said slowly, "My lord, I really can't take this seriously.
"
"Although my father was demoted to a border town, according to the rules of the previous dynasty, the hereditary title can only be inherited after the death of the old lord. Just call me young lord."
"Could it be that Mr. Deng met my father in the capital? I heard that he was..."
Before Lan Chen could finish speaking, Mr. Deng interrupted him rudely, "You're not a good boy. You don't have to waste so much time to come up with a countermeasure. Or do you think I'm easy to fool?"
"Mr. Deng!" Lan Chen gritted his teeth.
It seemed that Mr. Deng had an absolute advantage, but in fact, when Mr. Deng revealed the purpose of his trip, he also fell behind Lan Chen.
Now all you need to do is pretend to be stupid and add a little bit of truth and a little bit of grievance.
"I respect you as an old-timer! But please don't mention my sad story! Do you know why my father is an official in the capital, but I want to stay in my old home in Xuzhou!"
"Oh? Why?"
During his free time at Zuixian Tower, this was the first time that Mr. Deng took a direct look at Lan Chen. He didn't know much about the 'secrets of the Lan Mansion' that were rumored in the public.
I only know that there is a mysterious place in the old house of Lan Mansion in Xuzhou. If you can get it, you can win the world.
He was not interested in the "World", but he couldn't restrain his curiosity. He even planned to leave Huadu and go to Xuzhou to take a look at the situation.
Who would have ever thought of meeting me directly - Lan Chen?
Really, it's better to hurry up than to rush.
When Lan Chen saw Mr. Deng became interested, he immediately continued speaking, even crying a little.
It is said that Lan Chen was once a dandy. Although he was not as domineering as Mo Yangyu, he was not much different. He was already disgusted by everyone in Xuzhou.
My father also let Lan Chen stay in Xuzhou because he was afraid that Lan Chen would cause some trouble in the capital.
Although Lan Chen has changed his appearance now, and he can't be said to be a good gentleman, he no longer does such evil things.
What a pity, what a pity.
My father can't see such a change.
Speaking of this, Mr. Deng's peculiar eyes also changed slightly.
Although he said he disliked Mo Yangyu here and there, when he heard the anecdote about the prodigal son turning back, he couldn't help but be a little moved.
At the end, Lan Chen also expressed his "sadness" - the sadness he told Mr. Deng. When he heard that his family was in trouble, he didn't even have time to see his father, and he didn't even write a letter. How could he miss him.
"Oh, father... he doesn't know what the situation is like now."
The feeling of frustration made Mr. Deng feel a little embarrassed. After all, it was Mr. Deng who brought it up first.
He picked up the wine glass and saluted Lan Chen from a distance, concealing his old age's pride in this way.
Lan Chen was also alert and quickly picked up the cup and responded.
Everyone who is not stupid knows that this is the apology that is all in the wine. When you fall down a step, just get off it quickly.
"I'm sorry, I don't know your father." With the cold wine rolling down his throat, Mr. Deng said softly, as if to comfort him, "But if I have the chance to meet your father, I will definitely tell him about your changes. I think so."
This must be the greatest comfort to him."
"Then thank Mr. Deng in advance."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Since you said you live in the old house in Xuzhou all year round, do you notice any difference in the old house on weekdays? Or is there anyone in Xuzhou who will give you trouble?"
Lan Chen pretended to ask, and even pretended to nod his head casually.
He knew why Mr. Deng would give up this opportunity so easily - the opportunity to break the casserole and get to the bottom of it.
But what I don’t know now is exactly what Mr. Deng meant?
Are they the people in the capital who gave instructions to Mr. Chen?
Or is it another wave of people who care about the human race?
Or maybe he framed his father behind his back and caused him to be demoted?
In fact, there is another possibility. Due to the sense of déjà vu of Mr. Deng, an outsider in this world, Lan Chen guessed that he had just heard of this news and legend.
No matter what, Lan Chen had to figure out its purpose.
He had already destroyed the treasure map, so it wouldn't be safe to keep it in his house.
The safest place is your own brain. If you forget one day, you can just activate the 'memory retrieval' power.
"It's true." Lan Chen nodded.
He knew that those little slickers were not enough in front of Mr. Deng, and only half-truths and half-falsehoods could get the information he wanted.
"Mr. Chen from the gambling house, you also know... Come on, you don't know. If you have time, you can go to Xuzhou and ask about me. Everyone knows that I am a gambler. Of course, I have quit it long ago.
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"He was very concerned about my old house and almost got it. Later, with the help of the 'Xianfengsuo', I also knew that what he was doing behind the scenes was..."
Lan Chen paused, then tentatively lowered his voice and said, "Colluding with foreign races! I heard that there is someone above!"
"What!?" Mr. Deng's eyes widened, and even his strange pupils trembled slightly with anger.