The landowner's wife of the imperial examination

Zhou Lantong was always happy to see his teacher like this: "My disciples don't dare."

Zhou Lan also flattered: "Sir, he is indifferent to fame and fortune, but his disciples admire him greatly."

The gentleman glared angrily, what kind of fame and fortune is this? It's embarrassing, especially when he thinks that this matter is actually involved in so many things, the gentleman is even more upset.

The eyes looking at the female disciples were sinister.Mr. Zhou's flattery and Chang Le's flattery are no longer useful.

The husband even looked at his female disciple gloomily: "Didn't you cooperate with the old monk from Guangji Temple again? No matter how I look at you, you always want to send people to Guangji Temple."

Mr. Zhou and Chang Le can no longer keep up with Mr. Zhou's thinking. Does it have anything to do with Guangji Temple?

Jiang Changxi also understood: "Sir, I am unjust. Even if this matter really gets serious, your husband still looks like a victim. The one who suffers is the weak woman and the nunnery wants to recruit someone."

The gentleman twitched his lips, you asked me to get the treasure appraisal record, is that a weak woman? Anyway, it is not easy for the gentleman to speak.Moreover, the female disciple is reflecting that the gentlemen will get an advantage and behave well.

In other words, it doesn’t matter who goes to eat fast and chant Buddha’s name, it seems to be breaking up people’s marriages.

It sounds like these masters and apprentices are not good people.The four masters and disciples fell silent. As they stared at each other, they felt that they were not decent.

The husband even looked up at the sky. Chang Le looked at his actions and said: "I heard that thunder can break up a marriage..."

The last words were covered in Mr. Zhou's mouth with quick eyes and hands.I really can’t say this.

Jiang Changxi clasped his hands together: "Don't be surprised, don't be surprised. It really wasn't intentional. We just did it for creation and the development of literature."

In exchange for the gentleman's face becoming darker, the scene became a little quiet.

Jiang Changxi looked at the four masters and apprentices and couldn't help but smile. If he went to the West to learn scriptures, would he be considered the senior brother or the second senior brother?

It seems that Chang Le is not Monk Sha either.Jiang Changxi looked a little strange for a moment.

The gentleman didn't know what the female disciple was thinking, but he seemed to be afraid: "It would be good to teach you a lesson. This is not a big deal."

Then they dispersed.No one wanted to mention it.

Zhou Lan was even more certain that he was just a protector of the calf, so this was not a big deal?

Jiang Changxi was really not afraid. She really kept things confidential and felt that her husband and her were not involved, so she could just earn money.She didn't want to worry about the affairs of the officials' families.

I have never seen someone so eager to try on himself.However, the next time I publish a book, I must add that any similarity is purely coincidental.The characters are all created, no innuendos are allowed.

Of course, you have to go over to Mr. Husband and continue to create. After all, if you suddenly stop writing, it will make people more suspicious.

Jiang Changxi is always on top of the trend, and the atmosphere is almost noisy. The next episode of Mr. Jiancha's "The Adventures of the Master" is finally about to be released.

The title of this book was specially hyped by Jiang Changxi, saying that it was chosen based on the votes of the majority of readers.

God knows, the only people who voted were her and a few other girls.

When the husband heard the title of the book, he was so angry that he almost broke off relations with the female disciple, but the female disciple said that she was the publisher and she had the final say on the matter.

The husband simply ignored the female disciple. How terrible it was to encounter such a thing.The husband thought that he must cover his waistcoat tightly, otherwise just such a book title would make him embarrassed to face old friends and acquaintances.

But this exaggerated title has the same effect as a warm-up. When the second volume of this book comes out, the alley of the bookstore will be blocked by people.It is said, according to legend, that there were also government officials from the capital who used to maintain law and order.

Mr. Zhou listened to what his colleagues said and thought to himself, "It's too bad. The bigger the scene gets, the more quarrels between husband and wife will get."

Tanhua Lang was not interested in doing his job and stared at the yamen door: "I don't know if the boys at home are queuing up to buy it."

Lord Zhou thought to himself, this is all, how much money must Madam have made.Of course he is also concerned about the content of this next episode.

My husband's mind can be so open.Mr. Zhou didn't expect that.It would be better if the husband and wife could make the atmosphere less tense.

And today there were a lot of officials looking at the yamen gate.It can be seen that the publicity is really in place.

The old Hanlin officials looked at the script and said, "This is definitely not ordinary writing."

Zhou Lanxin said that he didn't know how long the husband's vest would be able to cover him, so he should hide with his wife for a while.

The gentleman must have been instigated by his wife.When the time comes, I will definitely be dealt with by my husband.

Therefore, in the eyes of girls, scholars, and family members, "The Adventures of the Husband" is about fun and learning skills.

But in the eyes of this group of older men, they were having more fun than the young people, and they were all trying to figure out in private which older gentleman was the author.

I even read the articles of people around me and compared the writing style. I guessed it was really serious and rigorous.

Even in the Hanlin Academy, these old Hanlin looked at each other with suspicion, and asked privately whether it was the other party's handiwork.

Zhou Lan didn't expect that this matter would cause such a big fuss.

My husband has not left home recently and has no friends. He is afraid that others will focus on him, so he went directly to Guangji Temple to meditate with the old abbot.

Jiang Changxi said goodbye to her husband: "Sir, the temple is a good place. They are all people who have seen through the world of mortals. They all have their own stories. 80.00% of them were hurt by love."

Mr. Xin said, I won’t be hurt like this, I didn’t want to see through the world of mortals.

I heard the female disciple say: "Sir, this is equivalent to further training. I look forward to your next masterpiece. The Sad Monk. You can gather the sadness of these monks into one person. It must be reading Sad, crying when I smell it.”

Sir, I wish I could kick the female disciple to death. If all the things that can make people become a monk and see through the world of mortal life are concentrated on one person, then he will be tortured to death, otherwise he will have to live and die.

Mr. Zhou felt that it was indeed all material, and then thought that doing so was too tragic: "No, we can't cause such harm. Even if you die, you have to come back to life."

The husband roared angrily: "Tell her to stay away from me."

Jiang Changxi drove the carriage, wanting to see the next masterpiece of his husband: "That is the sadomasochism of three lives and three lives. Sir, what a good subject matter, I must not let down your writing style. Sir, everyone is full of criticism." Mr. Tea’s expectations.”

Master: "This female disciple is poisonous." He quickly asked someone to drive away.But the story has already appeared in my mind automatically.Writing is addictive.

The husband opened the curtain of his car and faced the female disciple angrily: "You go and copy Buddhist scriptures for me. Copy them all. You can't say anything about it, but you are so strange and powerful."

Jiang Changxi waved excitedly to the gentleman's carriage: "Sir, please remember to write. What you say will not be heard by my disciples."

The gentleman glared, how could he not hear it? Even his old man heard it.This disciple must be dealt with.