Chapter 217

Who would have thought that the person standing on the central stage of the imperial Crystal Palace was Lin Xuan, the son-in-law of the Qin family, whom everyone thought was the disgrace of men and the sorrow of women.

When Lin Xuan stood on the stage, all kinds of discussions and conjectures came in succession.

Even a lot of crazy fans screamed, as if those die hard fans met their favorite idols. The excitement of adoration could not hide the ecstasy in their hearts. Only by sending out screams can they ease the crazy mood.

because the sandal wood zither displayed in the middle of the stage is like a sign, tiktok, and how many girls have been captured. They all love the gifted little prince, and they all want to marry this mysterious little prince who has been a little bit of a little boy.

"Can't it be that the main program of the banquet tonight is a melody solo by the little prince of the zither?"

"That's OK. Watching him play guzheng is a kind of enjoyment. Give me a dozen of such men."

"Do you want to be so greedy? I'll give you a dozen. What's the matter? Night song or how? I'm afraid you won't get out of bed the next day

"Don't take the topic to the side. Am I such a vulgar person? I just want to play with the little prince of the zither, the zither, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and poetry."

Outside the venue, hotels and restaurants near the imperial Crystal Palace have long been extremely popular. In order to get a closer view of the situation in the Imperial Palace, those who want to see the situation in the palace at a close distance have made a reservation for a premium room.

Of course, most of the people who came to watch were rich and young men from the upper class, including those who were crazy about the little prince of the zither. Even if the price was high, they all came to join in the fun.

As the most luxurious hotel in Shenzhen, Dihao Crystal Palace is the temple that many people dream of, even those rich people who want to book can not book it.

Therefore, for such an opening-up quota, this is more precious than dinosaurs, how many rich families are less and less, in order to get this quota, relying on various relationships, spent a lot of money.

In the end, they all failed.

So, who is in charge of the final quota will attract more attention to the winner than to the Nobel Prize winner.

One kind of heart is not only hate to strangle the winner, but also can't stop curious to see, who is the holy man who can win in such fierce competition. This person must be driven by cattle with lightning!

Moreover, for the vast majority of people, if they really get this quota, they will publicize it and wish everyone knew it.

However, it is strange that the winner is so low-key that people want to pick him out of the grave. Even less than two hours before the party starts, there is still no definite information. Who is the real host of this evening?

There has never been an airtight wall. This time, this wall is not only surprisingly good in sealing performance, but also watertight.

This is not simply the reason why secrecy work is well done, but that the winner is too low-key.

However, the more mysterious it is, the more it can stimulate everyone's curiosity.

In this way, it has become a holy land with a lot of traffic. Everyone is looking forward to seeing with their own eyes tonight, who is the protagonist of this banquet?

"Any news? It's only an hour and a half before the banquet officially starts. Is there any definite information about the mysterious and low-key winner of the banquet? Who is he? "

"It is said that the mysterious little prince of Guzheng has entered the arena, wearing a tuxedo, looking like the man of today."

"What's the matter? How do I feel? It's like this man is pretending to be forced. I can't even see a person's shadow for a long time. It's so boring!"

"Don't worry. I'd like to see and see who it is, who has such a great energy to be able to suppress the heroes and become the winner of the quota for the opening of the imperial palace."

All the people around the topic are staying at the banquet tonight. They are guessing that the winner of the quota of the ability to communicate with heaven, such a precious banquet quota, must be a celebrity.

Outside the imperial Crystal Palace.

Shen Lan drove the car and finally found a parking space to park the car.

Originally, she was such a red top matching Lamborghini sports car, which was very eye-catching.

However, there are too many luxury cars in the imperial Crystal Palace today. Her Lamborghini is just one of the stars among the stars, which is not very impressive.

After getting off the bus with Qin Shi Shi, you can see a sea of people, even the surrounding hotels, which are crowded with people.

"Mom, what's the situation? How can the Crystal Palace be so popular Shen Lan frowned and said in surprise.

Qin poetry is also the same feeling, recall three years ago, came to this place, should be full of friends, who knows, the last is an empty scene.

It was a nightmare that made her want to come up to now, but she couldn't help but feel cold.What a terrible nightmare!

Three years later, on the same day, on the 20th, she stood here again, but it was a scene of great attention.

"Lan Lan, don't you say Lin Xuan is here? What about others? Where is it? " Qin's poetry asked in doubt.

Shen Lan was also anxious, "he said that I would advise you to come to the imperial palace. He would not be in a hotel nearby?"

"I'll call him!"

Qin Shi Shi took out his mobile phone and dialed Lin Xuan's phone, "Hello, Lin Xuan, it's me."

"Poetry, are you here?" At one end of the phone, it was obviously quiet and a little empty.

"It's not you who let Lan Lan, let me come to Dihao Crystal Palace Yes? Where are you? Where is it? " Qin poetry looked left and right, as if trying to find the figure of Lin Xuan from the crowd.

"Poetry, I'm already in the imperial Crystal Palace. You can see the red carpet door from the main gate, and you can see me when you walk in."

Looking around for the main gate of the imperial Crystal Palace, Qin poetry saw a red carpet stretching from the imperial palace to the outside, covering tens of meters.

"Red carpet? Lin Xuan, what are you doing? What are you doing in there? " She asked in some doubt.

Because looking at the red carpet in front of me, it is very warm, it looks like a wedding scene.

How dare Qin's poetry take that step easily and walk to the gate where nightmares breed.

"Poetry, do as I say. Don't ask so many questions. When you come in through the gate, you will understand." Lin Xuan finished and hung up the phone.

Qin poetry stunned, looking at Shen Lan, said to himself: "what the hell is he doing?"

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