Centennial Engagement

If it is said that Shang Long's willingness to try Lanting's craft was out of his own curiosity and he couldn't bear to hit the lady, then it became a kind of amazement afterwards.

"Lanting, I can't understand that you didn't become a heavenly official." Shang Long sat down lazily on the sofa after drinking and eating.

Lan Ting wiped the plate off his hands, and said without hesitation: "I never aspired to be the best cook in the world, let alone spend my life on cooking."

"Then, in the next official transfer, I will ask Zhu Heng to transfer you to Tianguan Mansion? It's only been ten years."

Lan Ting smiled calmly and wiped the other plate, without looking at Shang Long: "Then, I will resign from the government."

Lan Ting's attitude was very firm, so Shang Long didn't bother, but asked a little boringly: "Since you don't like it, where did your cooking skills come from?"

"My younger brother is very weak and can't go too far away, but he wanted to eat all over the world since he was a child, so I went to study all over the world, and then made it for him when I got home." She paused, then said , "I only have this one younger brother, and he is gone."

The beautiful young man who took Miss Cang's family as a cook for granted is gone

Lan Ting was silent: "Since I'm in a bad mood, let's go out for dinner."

Shang Long wailed softly.

After Lan Ting finished feeling, he suddenly made up his sword with vicious humor: "By the way, if I become a heavenly official, I will definitely persuade the Lord to maintain the demeanor of a king at this time."

Shang Long observed Lan Ting's expression: "Let me think about it, you seem to be more interesting than Zhu Heng, haha!"

Lan Ting frowned lightly, and finally took a look at Shang Long: "It is more appropriate to entrust the important task of persuading the Lord to the Lord Tianguan."

Shang Long smiled to himself.

The seaside city was very cool at night, Lanting and Shang Long finished their dinner and went back for a walk in the evening breeze.

"Calculating the time, Mrs. Liu should be recovering." Shang Long put his hands behind his head, looking relaxed.

Lan Ting smiled: "It's a rare opportunity to dodge in a legitimate way, and you should cherish it."

"That's right" was not out of the mouth yet, Shang Long's face changed, and he pulled Lan Ting into an inconspicuous alley next to him.

When the figures of the two were completely hidden in the shadows, the sound of footsteps in the distance became more and more clear.

Lan Ting was annoyed that her vigilance had deteriorated, Shang Long gave her a comforting look.

Lan Ting smiled silently, but he didn't feel relieved.

If this was the world of the Twelve Kingdoms, with her and Feng Han's swordsmanship, they would have the power to fight against monsters, but this is Penglai in the 21st century, a world of hot weapons, and this is obviously a gang fight!

Could it be that the Seto Inland Sea is the Komatsu family?

Lan Ting couldn't see what was going on outside, he could only hear the staggering footsteps of a person and the orderly footsteps behind him.

The staggering man seemed to have tripped and fell heavily on the concrete street.

"No, don't come near me!" The man's hysterical cry was accompanied by heavy panting, but it was just a fight between trapped animals.

The footsteps behind stopped, and the sound of leather shoes rubbing against the concrete floor was particularly harsh, and a stern voice sounded: "Cang Lanhong, you can't escape!"

Panting for breath, Cang Lanhong still refused to give up and threatened: "Xiaosong Suanni, are you really not going to leave any room for the two families?"

Xiaosong Suanni snorted and laughed twice: "Oh? It was your Cang family who regretted the marriage first, and this is just revenge." He paused: "But your Cang family is really in decline. When the old man dies, he depends on a girl. That girl ran away from marriage, so she can only fend for herself!" Then, he sneered again, "What nonsense are you talking about, take her away."

Amid Cang Lanhong's struggle, a group of people drifted away.

Shang Long looked at Lan Ting in a daze, and dragged her back silently.

When the two returned, it was already raining lightly outside.

"Hey, haven't you recovered yet?" Shang Long poured a glass of water and handed it to Lanting.

Lan Ting regained the focus of his eyes and shook his head slightly: "I'm fine."

"Oh? Who is the person who lost his mind just now?" Shang Long opened a bottle of beer and drank it.

Lan Ting said calmly: "That man just now, Cang Lanhong, I know him."

"Are you an acquaintance?"

"No." They were just familiar strangers, not to mention that Cang Lanhong was the product of an extramarital affair, and she was not even related by blood.

"Then" Shang Long hesitated, "Do you know who the other person is?"

"Komatsu Suanni?"

Shang Long nodded.

"He is the second son and heir of the Komatsu family, because the eldest son is an idiot."

"The Komatsu family?"

"Well, it's a family that has lasted for centuries, but"

"but?"

"As far as I know, the last heir of the Xiaosong family died in the Yingren Rebellion more than 600 years ago. The current Xiaosong family is just a product of political considerations back then, and it has nothing but a reputation." After saying this, Lan Ting suddenly Thinking of something, "Speaking of which, you lived here at that time, right? Were you brought back to Pengshan before the Yingren Rebellion?"

Shang Long smiled, with the desolation left by time: "No, I experienced that nightmare."

Lan Ting suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Shang Long smiled in a tone that Lan Ting had never heard before: "For 600 years, everyone has known Yanwang Shanglong, but my surname has been forgotten."

He looked at Lanting with a kind of mourning that never faded: "I am Saburo Komatsu, Shanglong."

The author has something to say: This chapter is also known as Feng Han’s Vest