one person is right

Chapter 7 Ink on white paper reflects people's hearts

Thunder on the ground!

Chen Cuo's memory of concentrating and holding his breath just now was taken aback immediately, the pen in his hand fell on the paper, the ink penetrated, and a piece of ink was outlined, with a hideous outline, but as the ink expanded, it soon disappeared.

Taking a deep breath, he didn't care about tidying up the desktop, so he got up and pushed the window, looked out, and saw the scene at the beginning of the lantern.

"Strange, where did the thunder come from?"

Chen Cuo was wondering when Aster Ju's voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "Jun Hou, dinner is ready, do you want to eat?"

The same crispness and the same good sound, but when Chen Cuo heard it, the feeling was completely different.

He said directly: "I have something important, no one should disturb me, I will eat later."

Aster outside the door heard the words, her face showing a bit of struggle, thinking about whether to ask a question to show her diligence and prevent her from being really hated by the prince, but before she could speak, Chen's wrong words came out from the room— —

"Did you just hear the thunder?"

Aster was startled and shook her head in response: "I haven't heard it." She looked up at the sky, "There will be no thunderstorm tonight."

No thunder?

Chen Cuo in the room was stunned, touched his forehead, and wondered if it was because he used his brain too much, or was reciting in a dream, so that he was in a trance and had hallucinations?
Just now, he was impatient, and when he carefully looked at himself at this moment, he suddenly realized that not only was his forehead covered in cold sweat, but his clothes were soaked through.

I don't know if it was due to the overdraft when I recalled it, or it was just because I was startled and anxious.

Wanting to ask outsiders to change their clothes, and remembering their behavior, Chen Cuo pondered for a moment, and then simply said: "You go back, didn't you say that, without my permission, don't come here at will!"

When Aster heard this, she felt a little cold in her heart. She wanted to say a few words, but she was worried about adding fuel to the fire. surrounding.

I don't know if it was an illusion or not. When she was leaving, a cool wind blew, causing Aster to shudder, her whole body was cold, and she fell into the ice cellar.The man was startled, and immediately came back to his senses, looked left and right, and found that everything was normal, and there was no chill on his body, so he regarded it as an hallucination, so he glanced back at the room resentfully, and finally left.

In the room, Chen Cuo took advantage of his clear thinking and deep memory, thinking of writing it down quickly.

"Five days is not enough. I just pick and remember, and it's night. I can't afford to delay it."

With that in mind, he went back to the table, lit the lamp, picked up the pen, glanced at the ink on the paper, shook his head secretly, opened it, threw it aside, unfolded a new piece of paper, and started writing.

rustling...

The room was silent except for the sound of a brush swiping across the white paper.

call……

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew, and the candlelight flickered, causing Chen's shadow on the wall to twist.

"..."

At the same time, Nankang Wangfu.

"Ok?"

Zhou Youzi, who was sitting cross-legged, frowned, opened his closed eyes, first touched his chest, then took out a piece of talisman paper, slid his fingertips on it, and threw it into the air, then pinched his fingers and counted, the talisman paper Quickly shrink into a ball, fall to the bed, and roll a few times.

Zhou Youzi stared at it and nodded silently.

"Sure enough, something happened! Master gave me a heart-keeping plan, which can not only protect the heart and soul, but also sense good and bad luck. The palace is the realm of the clan. people."

While speaking, he squeezed a formula in his hand, took out another talisman paper, and stuck it to his chest.

The edge of the talisman was instantly scorched black, sending out curls of green smoke. He frowned and picked up the talisman to watch it carefully.

"Keep the heart and burn the talisman as smoke? This is an omen, someone is building the root of the incense? This is the capital of the Southern Dynasty. Such an unabashed way to find the root must have something to rely on. Could it be that the reincarnated immortal has already In the recovery part, taking advantage of the darkness of the night, taking advantage of the body, do you want to restore Taoism?"

Zhou Youzi's expression changed, and when he remembered the many Buddhist temples he had passed by, he suddenly became stunned.

"Yes, since Liangwu, there have been many Buddhist temples in Jiankang. Maybe it is the great power of which temple. He wanted to establish a Buddhist kingdom in the center of the Southern Dynasty for cultivation, and the master of the palace went to burn incense and received blessings. This is also related. "

Looking out the window, Zhou Youzi was more and more sure of this thought.

"There is nothing strange in the city. Even if it is not, it is not far away. It is better not to make extraneous branches. It is the right way to lead the reincarnated immortals to the sect as soon as possible..."

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The next day, when the genius was bright, Chen Cuo summoned the servants in the Fuzhong, and asked them to drag a group of people to wait, and transcribe a dozen copies of the chapter of his freshly released "Painted Skin". They go to tea shops and taverns all over Jiankang City to distribute.

Although he stayed at home for a month, he did not close the audiovisual, and knew how the article in Jiankang City could be disseminated and popular.

"Painted skin?"

Chen Hai, the manager of the Hou residence, got the article, glanced at it, didn't go deep, grinned disdainfully, and said, "Want to use literary talent to move the capital? It's too simple, I really think why the article can become popular? Or, Jun Hou thinks that the tea shop and the tavern are really idle and have nothing to do, waiting for the article from the family all day long?"

Hearing his tone, the people next to him leaned in and asked, "In charge, how to deal with it? Do you want to report to the old lady?"

"No, since I have agreed to Junhou, he has orders, I will follow it, how can I change my fortune?" Chen Hai shook his head, looking like he was waiting to see a good show, "Just follow the orders, let's not do anything more, Junhou will soon know that things in this world are not as simple as he thinks, and when he has learned a lesson, he should be more sensible."

As he was talking, someone suddenly came to ask for instructions—

"Big steward, Junhou asked me to take the article and go to the wine shop and teahouse to distribute it, and said that you should go to the warehouse to make a report and take some money out, as the tea fee, and pay for the various places..."

When Chen Hai heard this, he couldn't help being stunned, and then he wondered: "Can he still think of this? Do you know how to use money to clear the way?"

The visitor asked, "How do you respond?"

"We are serving people, but we are not the masters of the mansion. Can we not let the prince use the money?" Chen Hai shook his head, "I will write a note, you can withdraw it. As long as the amount is not large, there is no need to report it to the palace."

The transfer of wealth and goods in Fuzhong had to pass through his steward before someone came to inform him. In view of the verbal agreement with Chen Cuo before, Chen Hai could not refuse, so he could only bow his head and admit it.

What surprised him even more was that after Chen got the money and goods by mistake, not only did he clear the tea shops and taverns everywhere, but he also distributed a lot of servants and maids to reward him.

All of a sudden, the servants, housekeepers, and maids in the house had a lot of improvement in their perception of the young prince. After only half a day, they could already hear praise in private.

"It's really strange, Junhou used to have eyes higher than the top, and he was friendly with friends, but he was polite to me and other servants, so he was a little better to Aster. Rewards, quite a bit of a taste of clear rewards and punishments, a combination of grace and power, and this article..."

Surprised, Chen Hai finally thought about reading the article "Painted Skin" carefully.

Sending articles to tea shops and taverns does not require him, the mansion steward, to be dispatched, but coordinating all parties still requires energy, and now I have a little leisure.

"The people who sent the article out came back and said that after getting the money, a few wine shops and teahouses heard that they would arrange storytelling within a day, but they were a little reluctant, but after reading the article, the singers were not They praised each other, and immediately took the initiative to rehearse the speech. At this meeting, two or three tea shops have already said it, is there really a way?"

Thinking like this, Chen Hai started the article, wanting to see what was weird.

As a result, when he saw it, he couldn't move his eyes away immediately.

At first, he was indifferent, but he quickly became focused. After a few breaths, he was even more short of breath. Gradually, the facial features on the thin face moved towards the middle, looking like he was frightened when he was worried, and finally heaved a sigh of relief. Slowly recover.

When he put down the article, he was startled, and there was actually a cold sweat behind him.

"When I read this article, I didn't feel fascinated. First I was curious, and then I was attracted by the plot. I was immersed in it. Although I couldn't express my appreciation, I felt that the story was exquisite. No wonder the singers are so eager! But Junhou can actually do it This article? Was it really written by him? This is for no reason..."

As he spoke, he thought for a while, his face suddenly pale.

It turned out that he was thinking of the evil ghosts in the text wearing painted skins, tempting people and hurting people, and not long ago, the prince just rebuked him for the humility of Chen Hai and others, but they were wearing friendly skins, hiding evil thoughts...

"This……"

Chen Hai was in a cold sweat.

"Could it be that Junhou was waiting for me because of me, and because I waited, I had the inspiration for literary thinking, and then I wrote this article, as a sarcasm? This... This article is so exquisite, it must spread to Jiankang, and if people read it in the future The reason for this, how should I handle myself? Isn’t it true that everyone in the city knows that I am an evil slave? I am afraid that even the palace will not dare to protect it!”

Thinking of the advantages and disadvantages, he became more and more flustered. When he read the article again, many thoughts were instantly mixed. I wonder if it was an illusion of anxiety. Chen Hai felt that many words on the paper were faintly suspended and rushed towards the front door!

"what!"

He screamed, dropped the article, took three or four steps back with a face, calmed down, and looked at it again, there was nothing different on the paper.

"call……"

Chen Hai picked up the article tremblingly, gasping for breath. He was sweating through his clothes. When he was calm, he hurriedly thought about countermeasures and wanted to report to the palace. He was afraid that the mistress of the palace would investigate further, and he hesitated for a while.

"Wait and see, this article may not be circulated, so please don't spread it..."

(End of this chapter)