The plain tone made Chen Lang stunned. How did he know that Xiang Qinglan, the old beggar, I am not the prince of Liang?

Chen Lang probably believes that the old beggar knows some metaphysics, but Chen Lang looks 90% similar to the real Prince of Liang, and the two of them have the same names. How can the old beggar make a judgment?

You should know that the so-called metaphysics is based on human faces or names to infer? At most, the birth date and horoscope are added, but Chen Lang himself did not say it. How could Xiang Qinglan know his birth date and horoscope?

After pursing his lips, Chen Lang pretended to be angry and made a certificate:

"The State of Liang and State of Xu signed an armistice agreement, one of the prerequisites is to pledge the princes. The first time we met that day was on the street outside the Prince's Mansion. To be honest, I am the owner of the mansion now, so I am the upright Prince of Liang."

Xiang Qinglan looked up and drank: "If you are really the prince of Liang, then there would be no huge danger. Of course I don't need to hide from you. But you are definitely not the prince of Liang, but there is a possibility that you will be far superior to the prince in the future. So don't blame me, I am already at this age and don't want to mess with anything anymore."

Chen Lang grabbed Xiang Qinglan's wine pot with one hand: "I remember the senior said that he didn't want to enter the prince's mansion because someone set up a dragon trap in the prince's mansion. If you go in, you may affect your life fortune. But, is the fortune you want from the senior just to take a wine pot and ask for wine everywhere?"

He laughed at Qinglan: "Rootless duckweed is home to the world, so it's great."

Chen Lang said coldly: "It's better if you were thrown into the cell by Teng Qing?"

Hearing this sarcastic sentence, Xiang Qinglan's face turned red and white in an instant. He poured wine into his throat, and his eyebrows became tighter and tighter.

"I know that senior is a master of the world. I want to ask seniors to come out to help..." Chen Lang said respectfully.

However, before he finished speaking, Xiang Qinglan interrupted Chen Lang and heard him sigh softly: "Hey, if you don't have talent, who would be a paradise?"

oh?

It sounded like Xiang Qinglan had loosened. Seizing this opportunity, Chen Lang struck while the iron was hot and asked: "I guess the senior must have had some ambitions when he was young, can you tell me?"

Smile to Qinglan and opened the long-closed heart:

"I was very energetic at the beginning, but unfortunately I didn't meet a wise master. In the final analysis, it was because of my youthful spirit. My junior brother Bai Shutong was much smoother than me. Therefore, his talents were fully displayed. He was always a guest of honor wherever he went, and I could only carry a wine pot and wander around the world to make my home."

"I will treat seniors as guests of honor." Chen Lang said sincerely.

"I dare not go to the Dragon Bureau of the Prince's Mansion, haha!" Xiang Qinglan smiled at herself, and then suddenly asked seriously: "Who are you?"

Chen Lang was stunned when he heard this.

This question is difficult to answer. After a little thought, Chen Lang said seriously: "I am the prince of Liang, who is on the surface, and the nine bastards who pushed me to the surface are summarized as a blacklist of nine people. These include Emperor Chen Che, two eunuchs, etc."

He took a sip of wine to Qinglan. After a while, he advised: "Basically I can guess what you want to do. From a metaphysical perspective, you will basically do that. But I still want to tell you that the chance is slim."

Slim?

Anyone with a discerning eye can understand this conclusion at a glance, and there is no need to use any metaphysics to infer. Chen Lang looked up at the sky and said slowly: "Although the opponent is far better than me, I may die miserably, but I still have to rush forward, just to find a needle in the seabed."

"I admire your courage, but often it is not enough to be brave." Xiang Qinglan said in a deep voice.

"So I need the assistance of my seniors." Chen Lang said no secretly.

"I'm a sergeant, how can I help you?" Xiang Qinglan said this very seriously.

"It's like breaking the Dragon Strip. It's been a long time since I dreamed of a young dragon trapped by an invisible wall in my dream. And I can also feel that some things are not going well enough." Chen Lang lowered his eyebrows.

Xiang Qinglan nodded slightly: "The Dragon Strip of the Prince's Mansion can indeed hinder the fortune, especially the fortune of the dragon among people. The only one who can draw the Dragon Strip of the Dragons today is me and my junior brother Bai Shutong. So if you guess correctly, the Dragon Strip of the Prince's Mansion will be set up by Bai Shutong himself."

"Please help me solve this situation." Chen Lang stood up and bowed to Xiang Qinglan with both hands.

"If I don't help, do you have any other ways?" Xiang Qinglan asked in a low voice.

"I'll buy another mansion to move out." Chen Lang stubbornly said, "Anyway, the Kuanglong Bureau is located in the Prince's Mansion, so if you move out, you will no longer be affected by it."

Ha ha!

He laughed loudly at Qinglan. He shook the wine pot and found that the wine had been drunk. So he stretched his arms and stood up: "The prospect is too confused, I advise you to take care of yourself. I will think about it carefully when I buy a pot bar for me."

"Okay." Chen Lang took the wine pot and walked quickly towards a wine shop at the far end.

...

When Chen Lang came back, Xiang Qinglan was gone. Under the big tree, only leftover chicken bones were seen and ants busy carrying chicken bones were seen.

Damn it!

Chen Lang was so angry that he raised the wine pot and threw it hard towards the trunk. But when he heard a muffled sound, the wine splashed and the trunk trembled slightly.

Damn the old beggar Xiang Qinglan!

Chen Lang gritted his teeth, not knowing how he walked to the prince's mansion. Looking up, Chen Lang looked at the glittering tiles, thick walls and deep courtyards.

Of course he knew that changing a mansion would naturally get out of the trapped dragon situation. However, changing a mansion would not mean telling Emperor Xu Liang, is I, Chen Lang, going to cause trouble next?

Dizziness……

Chen Lang was in a very bad mood, and his body was also affected. He staggered forward and saw Zhong Ping, Chao Qing and others sweeping the floor.

Since Chen Lang and Zhong Ping made the statement clear, Zhong Ping has become honest. As the housekeeper of the Prince's Mansion, Zhong Ping has not surpassed his authority. Just as Chen Lang told him, do the steward's duties and don't care about the rest.

"Does Your Highness still practice today?" Yin Baichuan suddenly appeared from the side.

"Okay." Chen Lang immediately clenched his fists. Although he was still in a bad mood at this moment, there was no need to consider mood issues when practicing such things.

...

The next morning, the breeze blew from a distance, making people feel refreshed.

Chen Lang strips Yu Mufei out. Two days ago, he ordered a few sets of clothes for Yu Mufei at a nearby cloth shop, and he can pick them up today.

Those sets of clothes are made of good materials, so Yu Mufei must be shining with her.

The two walked side by side, Yu Mufei was as happy as a child. Suddenly, a ragged old man walked out of the thorn to block the way.

Yu Mufei was so shocked that he hid behind Chen Lang, but Chen Lang grinned. Because the old man was Xiang Qinglan.

Xiang Qinglan shook his hair casually and asked seriously: "What I heard you say yesterday is very slim hope, so now you tell me clearly what the so-called slim hope is, what is the probability?"

"I think the probability of a counterattack success is about one in a thousand."

Chen Lang answered without hesitation.
Chapter completed!