I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 203: Writing a Story (Additional Updates for Accumulated Rewards)

12 month 25 day.

Modern, Sang family night.

Sang Que was wearing short-sleeved pajamas and stretching on the sofa. The heating at home was a little hot in winter, but it was very comfortable. The school life in the past two days also made her feel comfortable physically and mentally.

Four months ago, Sang Que could never have imagined that one day she would regard going to school as a way to relax mentally.

It has been four days since I came back. I ate winter solstice dumplings with my mother, went to school, and saw ginger and jujube.

If it weren't for the exams the next two days, she would still like to continue going to school.

slip away~
"Xiao Que, do you want to take a break from school for a while?"

Sang Wan cut the fruit and brought it to Sang Que. She finally understood that Sang Que had made the work of the Evil Suppression Bureau his main job and came home purely for vacation and relaxation.

As a mother, Sang Wan is obsessed with Sang Que. She hopes that she can stay in the safe modern world in the future and at least have a high school diploma. If that doesn't work, she can go to film academy to become an actor.

Sang Wan struggled with herself for a long time before finally convincing herself to let go and let Sang Que choose the life she liked.

Even if she doesn't go to high school or college, she can still raise mulberry sparrows for the rest of her life.

"Let's just live like this for one day at a time." Sangque took the plate, took a slice of apple and stuffed it into the general's mouth. Then it lay down at her feet and served as a foot pad. It was very well behaved.

Unlike Xuanyu, if she dared to stretch out her foot, Xuanyu would scratch her with his claws.

Sang Wan sat down and didn't mention the matter for the time being. "Have your heart lamp and level been restored to balance?"

Sang Que nodded, "Well, I have dealt with many strange cases along the way and helped many people. I am special and can benefit from both. In addition, the number of words in my novel is increasing, and new readers are constantly pouring in. Now my heart lamp has reached the level of more than 800 steps corresponding to the third level."

Sang Wan thought, "I will have a limited-time free recommendation in half a month, which should attract more readers then, and it may help your heart lamp to rush through the fourth level."

"Really? Mom, you are my god. No wonder the Gui Dynasty doesn't allow people to write books and biographies. It would be so cool to attract incense like this!"

Seeing Sang Que happy, Sang Wan was also very happy.

"Then after you arrive in Tianliang City, you must get the other ghost eye as soon as possible. What do you think about this?"

"I asked Xiaoliu about it. That ghost eye is special and is strictly guarded by the Evil Suppression Bureau. He Buning once lost one before, so he has no chance to borrow it. With my current status as a silver traveler, I am not qualified to use it."

Sang Que was at a loss as to what to do. She had been thinking about this matter during class these past two days. She even used the excuse that she was writing a novel and asked Jiang Zao and Xu Yichao what they thought about this situation.

Jiang Zao said to lure the tiger away from the mountain and then go steal.

Xu Yichao asked about the setting in the novel, but Sang Que was reluctant to explain and was vague. Xu Yichao finally said that they should find someone who could disguise himself as the custodian and go in to take it directly.

If Hua Qianmian were still here, this method would work.

Unfortunately, Tianliang City is far away from Wangshan City, and Hua Qianmian cannot get there in a short time.

"Actually, Mom has a solution. Would you like to hear it?" Sang Wan suddenly said.

"I don't want to hear it, please don't say anything!"

Sang Que refused, contrary to her usual practice. She had thought of that method, but it didn't work.

Sang Wan continued to argue, "A strong person must learn to take advantage of every possible condition. You are not even willing to pay this little price, and you still want to change the entire Gui Dynasty?"

"That's just my thought. Besides, now is not the time to use the storyteller's ability. It will shorten your life."

Sang Wan laughed, "Xiao Que, have you forgotten the paper that the storyteller wrote the beginning on when you first got it? He only wrote an beginning, not the beginning of the story, but it was this beginning that attracted many 'returnees' to the Ming Mansion, and finally gathered the people he wanted." Sang Que's eyes lit up, "Mom, do you want to write such an beginning as well?"

"Yes, as long as the story hasn't officially begun, I shouldn't fall into pain. It's just that the power of the story will be very weak, and it will take time to catalyze. But at least, it can help you get the Ghost Eye."

Sang Que considered it carefully and finally nodded.

"Mom, you promised not to start the story easily."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Come on, follow me to the study and write a story."

Sang Que and Sang Wan came to the study. Sang Wan first took out the storyteller's paper. The paper was already covered with ink words, and the beginning was still clear.

[Dear readers, please sit quietly and drink tea, and listen to me tell you about an old grudge in an old house. It is about a person who returned to his hometown. It was a strange experience that he could not avoid or escape due to fate. That day, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and it rained heavily...]

Sang Wan took a few glances, took out the paper that Sang Que had brought back from Meishu Village, cut off a piece, took blood from his fingertips with a sterilized needle, and dripped it into the ink.

The brush was filled with ink. Sang Wan picked up the brush, with the tip of the brush hovering over the paper. He thought for a moment before he put pen to paper and wrote a line of words.

[In the cold winter, heavy snow suddenly fell for days. It was said that a strange object was lost in the city on the border between the two states. At this time, a group of people were coming here. The stranger among them had a great connection with this object, which was about to lead to an inevitable strange incident...]

Sang Wan put down the pen, slowly blew dry the ink on it, and explained to Sang Que.

"I have analyzed the storyteller's opening. He didn't mention any specific place or time. The characters were all pseudonyms, regardless of gender. No matter why he wrote it this way, it's definitely right to learn from his method. The connection between the strange things and the strangers should be related to the ghost eye."

"The storyteller wrote about heavy rain at the end of the story, which must be a triggering condition. So I wrote about a sudden heavy snowfall that continued for several days. When you encounter this kind of weather, you should start to be alert and pay attention. It is very likely that the beginning of the story played a role."

After Sang Wan blew the ink dry, he carefully folded the paper and handed it to Sang Que.

"Take this paper to the Gui Dynasty. I feel that its influence will be stronger there."

Sang Que went forward and hugged Sang Wan, "Thank you, Mom."

"We mother and daughter have nothing to thank you for. Well, you have to go back tonight and pack your things."

Sang Que finished eating the fruit that Sang Wan had peeled for her before she changed into the cotton-padded clothes she had bought in the Gui Dynasty and took the things she was going to take, especially Xuan Yu's jars.

After it was past twelve o'clock, Sang Que said goodbye to Sang Wan and returned to the Taikang City Inn in the Gui Dynasty. She had booked a room for five days and chose to come back after twelve o'clock on purpose because she was afraid of meeting anyone.

I thought I would see Xia Chan and Xuan Yu sleeping in bed when I came back, but I didn't expect the room to be empty, with only a letter on the table.

Sang Que picked it up and saw that it was He Buning who took away Xia Chan, Xuan Yu, and the donkey cart. He said that a sacrifice had just been held in Taikang City and there would not be any major case, and he did not want to waste time there.

Tianliang City borders Yunzhou. The Xuan Dynasty has not yet completely subdued the various barbarian tribes in Yunzhou. There are often wars there, and the aura of resentment and evil is stronger than in other places, making it easy for strange cases to occur.

The end of the year is approaching, so he wants to go to Tianliang City for inspection early. He wants Sang Que to meet his junior sister and then find a way to go to Tianliang City by himself.

"You're a workaholic! No wonder Cui Cheng doesn't like you. You're going to kill him."

Sang Que complained, burned the letter, and took off the coat he had just put on.

Before going to bed, Sangque opened the window. There was a bright moon and few stars outside, and there were no clouds in the sky. Although it was cold, there was no sign of snow.

After pressing the paper placed next to his body, Sang Que went to bed first.

He Buning took all the donkey carts away, and she didn't have much money left on her. She could only wait until tomorrow to find a caravan going to Tianliang City to get a ride.

See you tomorrow~