Demon branches and jade leaves

Chapter 150 "Disaster for the Nation"

The mysterious pavilion master was wearing a blue-purple costume. Although it was only a back view, his sitting posture was extremely lazy. One hand was on the armrest of a luxurious chair, and a white jade wrench with a dragon pattern was placed on his thumb, which was full of extravagance. .

Jiang Louyue suddenly discovered that the mysterious pavilion master's hair was very long, and when he was sitting, it almost fell to the ground. If he stood up, he could at least reach his knees.

Wait!
Last night, at the Emerald Lake Heart Pavilion of Zai Cang College, the man who was so beautiful and looked like an immortal he saw was also dressed in blue-purple clothes, with hair reaching his knees?
Oh, Jiang Louyue, what are you thinking about!

The immortal-like character of the Cang Cang Academy is very gentle, like a high immortal who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, but the person in front of her, who is already oppressed by the chilling aura, hardly dares to raise her head. .

The difference in atmosphere is too great!

What's wrong with wearing blue and purple clothes? What's wrong with having the same hair length? There are so many coincidences in this world, not bad for this one.

"Master Lou, you are here."

A very gloomy voice came from the terrifying man in front of him.

"Yes, pavilion master."

Jiang Louyue lowered her head, a layer of cold sweat broke out from her palms, and she felt a little nervous.

not alone.

The voices of the mysterious pavilion master and the exiled master were completely different.

It is not only the difference between gentleness and strength, but also from the voice line, there is an essential gap.

"These thirty sets of "Guardian" sold very well."

The voice of the mysterious pavilion master is still full of a sense of oppression, but it can be heard that he is very satisfied with Jiang Louyue.

"I would also like to thank the pavilion master for your support."

Jiang Louyue didn't dare to take credit. In front of this terrifying man, she was the first to lose in aura, and she was a lot shorter.

"Um."

The mysterious pavilion master stretched out a big hand with long white sleeves, stretched out to the side, and said, "Amethyst Crystal Card."

Jiang Louyue came over immediately, knowing that the big man was going to transfer money to her in person, she hurriedly took out the Purple Crystal Card from the space ring, bowed her head, and offered it with both hands.

She dared not look up.

Even if he had doubts in his heart, he didn't dare to peek at this big man's face.

If she guessed correctly, this mysterious pavilion master is at least a heavyweight royal relative in the palace, and holds the power of life and death.

When she lowered her head, out of the corner of her eyes, she could only see that the big white hand with long sleeves turned over and took the Purple Crystal Card from her hand.

After five breaths, Jiang Louyue felt that the Purple Crystal Card was back in his hand.

"A total of 500 million taels of gold tickets."

"Thank you, Pavilion Master."

Jiang Louyue's forehead was already dripping with fine beads of sweat. She put away the Purple Crystal Card and hurriedly stepped back.

She felt that she had never been so cowardly in her life.

"Master Lou, apart from "Guardian", do you plan to do other phantom dramas?"

The mysterious pavilion master asked indifferently.

Jiang Louyue paused and answered truthfully: "I have thought about it, but there is no good script."

The script of "Guardian" was originally written by Nangong Beiche, but now Nangong Beiche is Wu Wenhou's son-in-law. In order to avoid suspicion and cause unnecessary trouble, she did not plan to go to Nangong Beiche to write it again. New playbook.

"This pavilion master has a good playbook here."

As he said that, a black book suddenly appeared in the palm of the mysterious pavilion owner's hand. He moved his wrist slightly, and with a slight push, the book automatically fell into Jiang Louyue's arms.

Jiang Louyue was stunned for a moment, but did not expect that the pavilion master would provide a playbook for her to make a phantom play.

She lowered her head and found that the black book was handwritten, but the binding was very delicate. On the cover of the book, there were two strong and unrestrained words - disaster for the country.

She opened the book and glanced slightly.

The story is about a prince, how he deliberately ascended the throne, how to wreck his brothers and children, and how to treat his people...

The more he looked, the paler Jiang Louyue's face became.

This...isn't this written about Emperor Que? !
Although it is already a very dramatic adaptation, and even interspersed with heart-pounding love stories, the main line of the story is still based on the emperor's tower.

Slaughter Qier, mutilate brothers, step on the bodies of everyone, and walk to the pinnacle of power.

"Lord Pavilion Master!"

When Jiang Louyue turned to the last page, her face was as pale as death. Her knees softened and she knelt down, "I can't do this playbook."

Mapping the current sage, this is going to be beheaded!

Although there are basically very few people who know the past of the emperor's palace, the mysterious pavilion master in front of him is obviously one of them.

"can not do?"

There was a hint of coldness in the voice of the mysterious pavilion master.

"Yes—" Jiang Louyue's back was covered with a layer of white sweat, and even her underwear was almost soaked, "I... can't do it."

"Why can't it be done?" The mysterious pavilion master raised his tone slightly and asked.

Cold sweat dripped down her forehead, Jiang Louyue bit her lip tightly, and said, "Because...because this script is too long, if you do it, you won't be able to get it without hundreds of phantom talismans, just do one. Set, it will take about a month of work."

She tried to find some reasonable-sounding excuses and put it off.

"It's too long--" The mysterious pavilion master fell into deep thought, and put the hand with the white jade wrench on the armrest of the luxurious chair, tapped lightly for a while, pondered for a while, and then said, "Then do it separately."

"Separate...separate?" Jiang Louyue didn't understand.

"Well, separate." The mysterious pavilion nodded and said, "You take back the playbook of "Breaking the Country" and divide it into seven or eight independent and interrelated short stories, one at a time, and serialized as stories. in the form of seven or eight times.”

Jiang Louyue understood instantly.

The pavilion master is quite knowledgeable about marketing.

Isn't this similar in nature to the upper, middle and lower parts of the small playbooks serialized in the market?

"Okay, that's it, you retire."

The mysterious pavilion master didn't give Jiang Louyue a chance to refuse.

Jiang Louyue was in trouble.

I thought to myself, why is this pavilion master doing this, throwing this thing that may lead to killing people at will to himself?No room for objection?

"Lord Pavilion Master, can you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door creaked, and Lao Xing walked in with a smile on his face, bent slightly, stretched out a hand, and said, "Master Lou, please. The old man will see you off. building."

Jiang Louyue sighed.

She knew that there was no room for turning back.

(End of this chapter)