Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

After all, he blessed his body again, and his posture was graceful and inspiring.

Even Xiang Xing was a little frightened by him, his eyes widened, he blinked lightly, and looked at him incredulously.

The first time he was sick with the madman's muttering, and the voice when he spoke to himself just now, he could still hear the texture of some elegant youth.

And now this voice... is actually a woman's tone!

You must know that the original owner, Miss Sister, has had a special voice learner to secretly teach false voice skills since she was a child.

But this one in front of him, it's only been a year since he went crazy.

Such a superb transformation is simply the devil...

No, as soon as the crisp words came out, all the dignitaries, nobles, sons and brothers in the audience were immediately fascinated and unable to control themselves.

That's why, more and more hatred and hatred eyes were projected towards Xiang Xing in a split second.

She couldn't help but pouted her little mouth speechlessly, raised her finger and scratched her little face lightly.

Soon, however, there was an angry exclamation from the group of young masters.

"It turned out to be you! ... You guy, you just stole my piano, and I haven't settled with you yet!!"

The crowd dispersed suddenly, and the frail scholar who had been robbed of the piano by the little guy in the street stumbled to the front with a look of anger.

He first gave Xiang Xing a vicious look, then took a deep breath. After adjusting his emotions, he gave Feng Lan a Confucian salute.

His voice contained anger, "Girl Hualing, this shameless villain who robbed the piano on the street, moved the fine piano carefully selected by Xiaosheng, and thus found the girl's heart... The person that the girl should be thankful for should also be It's a little boy!"

"not to mention,"

The scholar spoke for a while, then glanced at Xiang Xing's hand with a thin callus on the palms of her fingers and palms because she had been holding a spear for many years, as well as the sword on her waist that looked good.

Thinking of the extraordinary martial arts she just showed, the corner of her mouth couldn't help but twitch.

He continued, "What's more, in terms of attainments in the piano, Xiaosheng will never lose to such a reckless husband! Miss Hualing, please think again!"

Hearing what the weak scholar said, the surrounding sons and brothers thought about it, but they all agreed.

"Yeah, Miss Hualing! He's a thief, don't be deceived by her!"

"Yes, he just grabbed the piano, we all saw it, we can testify for Mr. Wen!"

...

"...What kind of mentality do these people have..."

Seeing this scene, Situ Ling, who was eating melon and watching the play, couldn't help frowning in confusion, and muttered incomprehensibly, "Even if Young Master Wen is vindicated for himself, it's not up to them... "

"Your Majesty, you don't know anything about this."

Standing beside Situ Ling, Feng Han smiled lightly, turned his head slightly, and explained to him in a low voice.

"This Young Master Wen had some small festivals with Feng Lan before, and all the young masters here knew about it... They were afraid that they would be able to have something new when Feng Lan rejected General Xiang and Young Master Wen. Here's your chance."

"...Is it so complicated?"

Situ Lingke had never heard of such an operation, and his eyes narrowed in shock.

At the same time, it was discovered that the enthusiasm towards Feng Lan in the bottom of the eyes of those sons and buddies has not diminished at all, and they are secretly gearing up for each other, as if they are really preparing to "substitute".