In my previous life, I actually regarded slag Gong as a treasure!

"Dear customer, I heard that the blood of my lover turned into a cinnabar mole on his forehead. Could it be that this He Zhinian has experienced parting from life and death?" 001 gossiped.

It stands to reason that He Zhinian has a deep affection for Jiang Yan, and I think this cinnabar mole is also because of Jiang Yan.

However, for some reason, I suddenly thought of Zhao Zhi.

Thinking of this, Jiang Luan suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.

This He Zhinian's body actually has a certain temperament like Zhao Zhi.

Jiang Luan felt his heart beating violently, and quickly suppressed that mood.

Impossible, he is a tasker, Zhao Zhi is just a passer-by in that world, their fate has been broken in the previous world.

Stop thinking about it.

Jiang Luan took a deep breath and suppressed the wild thoughts.

He family.

The He family is a century-old house, standing on top of the busiest market in Yunzhou City, giving people a sense of solemnity and simplicity. People passing by will look up and lower their footsteps subconsciously.

However, this is also the current scene. A few years ago, it was a chaotic place, and members of the He family often made a scene at the door, just like a joke in Yunzhou City.

Until a He Zhinian came out.

He swiftly dealt with those uncles who tried to carve up the assets of the He family, and then cut off the redundant business, focusing on the medicinal materials that the He family had been operating.Those competitors, who had plotted against the He family so much that there was no scum left, were killed in a blink of an eye.

Now those people still can't help shivering when they hear the word "He Zhinian".

The sedan chair stopped at the door of He's house, and a handsome and handsome man came down from it.

He stepped into the gate of the He family, exuding a powerful and ruthless aura. When the servants saw him, they were a little afraid, and subconsciously lowered their heads.

He Zhinian walked into the living room with big strides, and sat there with a blank expression on his face.

The actions of the servants are orderly.

Someone came to prepare tea for him, someone brought a wet towel to wipe his face, and once he entered and exited, his movements were strict, just like a military camp.

"Go and call the people from the West Pavilion." He Zhinian said.

Soon, several people entered the living room.

These people were special, some were monks and some were Taoists. When they saw He Zhinian, they all looked fearful and lowered their heads.

It is only said that the encounters of these Taoist priests are very similar.

Originally, they were all well-known priests and priests from all over the world. The common people and noble gentry believed in them very much. They lived a comfortable life, without worrying about food and clothing, and were loved and loved.

And suddenly one day, they were invited to this He family.

Originally, they thought it was a good thing and they could make a fortune.But he didn't expect that the richest man suddenly asked them to count his past and present lives.

They were stunned for a moment, and then they quickly realized that they used their three-inch tongues and began to make up nonsense.They are good at this, so they have such a reputation.

Anyway, He Zhinian didn't know about his own past and present lives.

"You had a lover in your previous life..." one of the priests said mysteriously.

He Zhinian looked at him: "What is your identity?"

"It's Miss One Thousand Gold..."

He Zhinian glanced at him: "Miss?"

The Taoist priest felt that the look was inexplicably evil, but he still said firmly: "Yes, it is a young lady!"

He Zhinian: "You talk nonsense, cut off your tongue."

The Taoist priest's cold sweat dripped down: "Don't worry, let the poor Taoist think again."

He Zhinian asked around, and the eloquent monks and Taoist priests ran out of words. They looked at He Zhinian as if they were looking at evil spirits.

Then, they were raised in the He Mansion with their tongues still on, and they were offered delicious food and drinks.

However, this day is not so easy.They all racked their brains to figure out how to make up a past life story.

Not Miss?Is it a peasant girl?

Not a childhood sweetheart?Could it be the story of a scholar and a maid?

Before they could figure out a complete story, they were called here, and they were all downcast and trembling.

He Zhinian sat there without speaking.

The 'divine monks and priests' felt that the time was extremely long, and they were sweating crazily.

The living room was quiet, and every slight sound could be clearly discerned.

At this moment, an old monk in ragged clothes suddenly spoke.

"Master He has met someone he wants to see?" the old man said with a smile.

He Zhinian suddenly turned his head and looked at the old man with a glint in his deep eyes.

His memory is very good, it is certain that he has never seen this old man.

The coldness on He Zhinian's body suddenly dissipated.

He Zhinian looked at the old man with a smile that was not a smile: "Where did the master say this?"

"Have you been looking for someone?" The old man continued to ask.

He Zhinian only felt his heart beating wildly, as if he saw a little hope in the endless darkness.

Last month, after He Zhinian drank the bowl of blood, he began to have a strange dream.

In the dream, he was a soldier in armor, went to battle during the day to kill the enemy, and returned to the barracks at night, waiting for a letter.

Day after day, he didn't wait for what he wanted.

He resented the guy who didn't write letters very much in his heart, thinking of going back and teaching him a lesson.

So after the triumphant return, he broke away from the army, one man and one horse, and hurried back to Beijing...

Suddenly, a drop of blood splashed on his forehead, warm, as if dripping on his heart.

He Zhinian stretched out his hand and stroked his forehead.

The expression on his face became more and more painful, and the memory after that became blank.

Yes there is a person.

Very important, very important, as if it could fill his empty heart.

However, in any case, he couldn't recall what he looked like.

A strong desire sprouted in He Zhinian's heart, and he must be found.

He Zhinian stared at the monk with sharp eyes: "Master, do you know who he is?"

He Zhinian's abnormality started from drinking the bowl of blood, so it has a lot to do with the blood donor.

After seeing Jiang Yan, he had an inexplicably familiar feeling and wanted to get close to him, but that feeling seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, not from his own heart.

He Zhinian instinctively rejected that feeling.

He felt his heart was torn in two, very uncomfortable.

The old monk showed an inscrutable expression: "Don't worry about it, you can do whatever you want."

The cold aura on He Zhinian's body faded a bit.

"Thank you Master for your guidance."

The monks and Taoists next to him were all dumbfounded.

Sure enough, Jiang is still old and hot, and this old monk actually fooled such evil spirits as He Zhinian.

……

For several days, He Zhinian didn't say anything.

Jiang Yan couldn't sit still.

He is a person with clear goals, and he thinks very highly of himself. Before that, his parents found some girls for him, most of whom were daughters of merchants, who were well-educated and good-looking, but he despised them all.

Until he met He Zhinian.

The powerful aura of the man attracted him, and Jiang Yan felt that this was the person he would spend his whole life with!

Jiang Yan was very confident at first, and He Zhinian would definitely like him, but He Zhinian's attitude was unexpectedly cold.

However, the more He Zhinian behaved like this, the more Jiang Yan's fighting spirit was aroused.

Jiang Yan wrote a letter directly and had it handed over to He's residence, asking He Zhinian to have dinner together.

He Zhinian agreed.

Jiang Yan tidied himself up deliberately, he was dressed in blue robes, his face was as white as jade, delicate and handsome.

Jiang Yan looked at himself in the mirror, and felt that the gentleman was like Lan, and he was extremely satisfied.

Ginger played the door.

Jiang Luan just met him.

Jiang Yan just looked at him contemptuously, didn't even bother to say anything, and went out.

Jiang Luan's sixth sense is that Jiang Yan's trip must be to meet He Zhinian.

Jiang Luan had no objection to He Zhinian and Jiang Yan being together, but they did because of their own blood.

Jiang Luan's blood was almost drained, but He Zhinian regarded Jiang Yan as a benefactor, which was unbalanced after thinking about it.

Jiang Luan rolled his eyes and followed behind Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan got into the sedan chair, and Jiang Luan followed behind.

"Master, the second young master is following." The bearer saw Jiang Luan and reported to Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan looked at the gauze on his wrist, with a contemptuous smile on his face: "Let him follow."

From childhood to adulthood, Jiang Yan has always been held in the palm of his hand and pampered, there has never been anything he cannot get.And Jiang Luan is like weeds, insignificant.Therefore, he never put Jiang Luan in his eyes.

Even though Jiang Luan's temperament has changed recently, Jiang Yan still doesn't take him seriously.

If Jiang Luan wants to follow, let him follow, he will let Jiang Luan recognize the facts.

In front of He Zhinian, with Jiang Luan as a backdrop, he seemed even more extraordinary.

The entrance of the restaurant.

This is the most prosperous restaurant in the capital, but now it is empty and there are no customers.

"Master He is really generous, and he actually bought this restaurant directly!"

"Yeah, what that one needs most now is money."

"Master He booked this restaurant because he wanted to meet some important person?"

"Only the two attendants of Mr. He at the door knew about it. A few people wanted to go in just now, but they were all stopped."

Sitting in the sedan chair, Jiang Yan heard those discussions.

There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and the vanity in his heart was greatly satisfied.

Sure enough, He Zhinian still cared about him very much.

He originally wanted Jiang Luan to set off himself, but now it seems that Jiang Luan doesn't even have the qualifications to go in.

Jiang Yan got off the sedan chair and walked to the door of the restaurant. The two attendants respectfully called 'Jiang Gongzi' and pushed the door open.

"That's the son of the Jiang family, right? So that distinguished guest is the son of the Jiang family."

"That person has a high vision. It is said that the prefect of Yunzhou intends to give his niece to that person, but they have all been rejected."

"That's an official girl, he refused?!"

"That's right, that one is not an ordinary businessman, so what about the official girl? Talented and beautiful in Yunzhou, Mr. He is the only one who treats Mr. Jiang differently."

"Actually, Mr. Jiang is not bad either. His looks and talents are top-notch."

Jiang Yan stepped into the gate of the restaurant, listening to those discussions, he was extremely proud.

He didn't come to the door immediately, but stood there, watching Jiang Luan walking slowly from not far away.

Jiang Luan meant that he was obviously going to enter the restaurant, and He Zhinian's entourage would definitely block the door mercilessly.

He waited to see Jiang Luan's joke.