Tomb Raider: What kind of heroine is she?

The drumbeats gradually slowed down and the song ended and the audience dispersed.

Everyone was waiting for the second master's disciple to come out so that they could congratulate him, but as time passed, there was no movement backstage. Just as everyone was looking at each other in confusion and talking among themselves.

Finally, a figure ran out quickly and said something in front of the Second Master. The people around saw that the Second Master's face suddenly turned dark, and then Wu Laogou also ran towards the stage, and even Qi Suanzi and Huo's third wife followed with interest.

"Second Master, this is bad. The young lady drank a lot of wine before she went on stage. She is now drunk and is making a fuss backstage about being crowned a concubine!"

Thinking about what the servant said before, the second master felt a headache. He said that when that guy first came today, he was like a hero who was forced to join the Liangshan Mountain, calling him. It turned out to be a bad disciple. If he doesn't make a sound, he will make a big splash. Now he hasn't even passed the exam to become the top scholar, but he already wants to be the emperor's concubine.

The current situation was unclear. If someone with ulterior motives knew about it, they would make a fuss about it. So Er Yuehong could only stay in the front and maintain the overall situation. Thinking of his group of friends who were just joining in the fun, he was so angry that his teeth itched.

He believed that Sanniang should be able to handle the situation at the back and tell people to keep their mouths shut. All he had to do was to stabilize the front.

Looking at Xie Jiu who was standing next to him, as if he was oblivious to the world outside and had no expression on his face, he sighed in his heart: The only reliable person here is the head of the Xie family.

In fact, Xie Jiu spent a lot of willpower to suppress the desire to destroy and the concern that surged in his heart after hearing the news. This is really wrong, Xie Jiu thought. Logically speaking, this disciple of Er Yuehong had just met him for the first time today, and it could even be said that they didn't know each other at all.

But he could clearly feel his strange attention and concern for her in his heart. His rational brain clearly told him that this person seemed very dangerous to him, but... his heart couldn't help but want to get closer.

Irritated, extremely irritated. He hated the feeling of being out of control, because it meant something was out of his control, that was dangerous.

He took out a cigarette from the cigarette box irritably and was about to light it, but he realized that he was still at someone else's party, not in his own study, so he put it back. Looking at the second master trying to divert everyone's attention, he twisted the cufflinks of his sleeves nonchalantly. He didn't want to intervene at first, but for some reason, he finally spoke up.

Maybe he is from the same famous family in Changsha as Erye.

"Everyone, I recently received a copy of Wang Xizhi's "Ping An Tie". Today is such a festive day, why not take it out for everyone to see and appreciate. If you are interested, why not move to the central hall to enjoy tea and appreciate it."

After saying that, he took the Second Master away. Everyone looked at each other excitedly and followed him in a bustling crowd.

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When Wu Laogou was the first to run into the backstage, what he saw was a scene of decadence and debauchery.

The magnificent phoenix crown that Zhang Xingxing wore when she went on stage before had been thrown casually on the table, no one was interested in it. It was obviously the work of this Zhang. Her costume hung loosely on her body, with her collar untidy. She was holding a folding fan, with her legs against the corner of the table, trapping a young man in front of the dressing table. With her other hand, she pinched the man's face, which had not yet been completely removed from makeup, and her face was very close, as if she was going to kiss him in the next second.

Looking back at the young man's face, he looked forbearing, resisting but not pushing away with much strength, and his neck and ears were red, which seemed to be a bit like wanting to refuse but also to accept.

What a playboy playing the role of a bully and robbing a man.

If the bully wasn't Zhang Xingxing, Wu Laogou would have grabbed a handful of melon seeds and ordered a pot of tea to watch the show carefully when seeing such a scene.

But now Wu Laogou is only thinking: It's an eyesore, so annoying, I really want him to disappear from this world. That way... no one will snatch it from him...

Just when everyone was shocked by this scene and their eyes went dark and their minds went blank, the plot here had reached a point that was even more difficult to describe.

Abstract, very abstract. All the civil and military officials in the court hesitated, and no one dared to step forward to stop it.

And it turns out that people will really laugh when they are extremely speechless.

Wu Laogou sneered at the increasingly ridiculous scene in front of him, and his malice could hardly be concealed. But the brave Emperor Zhang was completely immersed in his pursuit of love, and continued to output beautifully, without paying any attention to others.

"Why don't you be my concubine? No one can refuse me, man. Your trick of playing hard to get has successfully attracted my attention, and your goal has been achieved. The feng shui of this Forbidden City is good for people, and it will not make you lose your beauty. As long as you agree, your family will surely be glorious."

Zhang Xingxing pinched this face affectionately, and spoke in a low and seductive voice, her fingers gently brushed across his lips, gradually moving downwards, leaving traces of lip balm, crossing the Adam's apple, feeling the trembling of the body under her hands, and finally fell on the man's chest and tapped lightly a few times.

The young man's body trembled twice with the movement. He didn't dare to look at the snow-white collarbone and the arrogant and beautiful face in front of him. He could only glance at the ground with a vacant look and spoke in an unstable tone.

"Miss, I..."