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In their eyes, monsoon smoke is just like a clown, only for fun.

"I said love clothes, that monsoon smoke, it's hard not to be the Lei family before..." A young girl seemed to think of something, and suddenly she said.

Ji Qingchang's eyes flashed a smile, then pretended not to understand: "what Lei family? Does monsoon smoke have anything to do with Lei's family? I only know that she has an engagement with Lei Min, a branch of Lei's family. When I went to Jicheng before, I was eager to find Lei min. "

"You don't know yet?" The girl could not help being surprised, then lowered her voice and told the little sisters that she had heard about Ji Cheng.

This speech finished, really let those big ladies who are well-off gape.

"You mean it? That That monsoon smoke really killed her fiance's father? "

"Is there still a fake? My family and Lei's family still have some friendship. It's said that Lei Min's father is a branch of Lei's family, but he is highly valued by the owner. As a result, monsoon smoke killed Lei Min's father as long as it took him to Jicheng. "

"But why?"

"Why else? It's said that only when a little white face is raised and exposed can a killer come down. Who knows what's going on in such a person's mind and how they can do these dirty things. Qingshang, I heard that Lei's family is in trouble for monsoon smoke. There will be people over there tonight. Would you like to get this guy back first? " A girl who knows something about it reminds me.

Season love clothes pretended to be a face of incomprehension, willow eyebrow light wrinkle.

"I don't know what you said. I'm not familiar with monsoon smoke. She never talked to her family after she came back She is determined to come tonight. She may not listen to me. " Said season feeling clothes also some helpless sigh.

"Qingshang, I think you can leave her alone. She came here with eyes full of desire to hold the thighs of the thirteen princes and their wives? A woman who has a engagement but is still out in the dark, what do you have to manage? " Ning BEI'ER looks at the monsoon flue.

Jiqingshang nodded, and the ladies on the side said for a while, but no one noticed that jiqingshang's eyes towards monsoon smoke were full of malice and curse.

It's almost time. Under the guidance of the palace waiters, they gathered around a round table. On the round table, the patterns of gold thread were used to set off the gorgeous tableware, accompanied by the blooming flowers on the table. Before people drink, they are already intoxicated.

Monsoon smoke was led to a corner of the round table to sit down. In the last row of the palace, half of the vision of the round table was covered by the columns in the palace. There were more than a dozen people sitting at the table, some old and some young, but without exception, their clothes were not consistent with the splendor in the palace. Most of their eyes were dodging, their back slightly bent, and they looked virtual.

Ji Qingchang sat by the round table in the middle of the hall, looking at the place where the monsoon smoke is, he couldn't help but smile.