บท 610: "The Forgotten River of forgetfulness" 014. Louis XIV rose with gold
นักเขียน: Liaowumian เครื่องแปลภาษา
Azu brought the rose in again.
Seven or eight girls who did not have clocks on today also gathered around to join in the fun.
Lu Huanzi felt a headache when she saw this box.
Because Lu Huanzi knew that it was definitely anonymous again.
Lu Huanzi did not even look at it.
She casually said, "see you later, you can take it today. "
When Xue saw that she came over to hold the flowers with a smile on her face, she said playfully, "thank you, sister Huanzi. "
All the words that Lu Huanzi had received in the past few days were given to her as gifts.
A few girls also surrounded her. "quickly open it and see what that infatuated person wrote today. "
Among the flowers that were sent over these days, there would be an ancient poem.
From Lu you's "hairpin and Phoenix" to Li Qingzhao's "phoenix perched on the parasol" by Liu Yong.
The girls set up a bet for the poetry guessing every day. The winner would win 10,000 yuan.
There were really people who could guess it.
Don't look at the girls here, many of them were quite well-educated.
However, in Jiannian, they were all stage names. The best thing about Jiannian compared to other places was that they could enter and leave freely.
There was no such thing as a contract to sell one's body. It was completely voluntary.
Once you entered, you had to put on a mask and act your part well. Once you left, you could be yourself.
Therefore, there was an unwritten rule here. Even if they were close like sisters here, once they left, even if they met on the streets, they would not be acquainted.
The gift box was opened.
Indeed, it was Louis Xiv, who was 99 and had gold inlaid on it.
When Xue saw her green fingers picking up the scented paper on the rose, she read, "yunding restaurant, 7:30. I look forward to meeting you. "
After Xue finished reading, everyone was shocked.
"Sister Huan, the Big Lover Finally asked you out. You have to go. "
Lu Huanzi did not expect this either. She stood up and took the letter, reading it over and over again.
The words were handwritten, and the strokes were vigorous and powerful. Each stroke was like a knife cutting, but it had a cold air to it.
The handwriting was completely different from the usual lingering poems, and people could not help but suspect that they were two different people.
Azu walked over, and his brows furrowed slightly. "Mr. Mo just called and said that he would come tonight. "
Lu Huanzi was shocked again.
Xue Jian said, "don't tell me these roses are from Mr. Mo. . "
"Shut up, " Azu scolded.
Everyone immediately stopped talking.
Everyone knew the relationship between Mr. Mo and Lu Huanzi, but they couldn't say it out loud.
Xue Jian also knew that she said something she shouldn't have said. She stuck out her tongue, waved her hand, and left.
All the girls also followed out.
Only Azu and Lu Huanzi were left in the room.
Mo Lichuan had disappeared for a month.
However, Lu Huanzi knew that the flowers were definitely not sent by Mr. Mo, and the handwriting was not Mr. Mo's either.
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