Demon branches and jade leaves

Chapter 152 Rewriting the script
"roll!"

At this moment, a voice like a hell Shura came from the side.

Nangong Beiche was shocked by the fierce aura, his body trembled, and he raised his head tremblingly, right in front of God Jiuchen's terrifying eyes like black holes.

"Emperor...Young Master Emperor...I just..."

He knew that Di Jiuchen was the apprentice of the principal of Kill Cang Academy, and his cultivation was against the sky.Nangong Beiche didn't even dare to look at Di Jiuchen.

"You can't even protect your own wife and children, useless trash!"

Di Jiuchen glanced at Nangong Beiche with a very contemptuous look, and said, "I solve my own problems by myself, don't bother Lou Yue."

Nangong Beiche's face turned pale, and his lips lost all color.

He didn't dare to speak, didn't dare to argue, just lowered his head again and knelt stubbornly.

"Lou Yue—" Yinxi showed a look of impatience.

"Madam Yin, don't worry about that trash, I'll help you into the house."

Di Jiuchen interrupted Yinxi's words, and his tall body straddled Yinxi, covering Yinxi's sight, directly grabbed her arm, helped her and sent her to the courtyard gate.

Wherever Yinxi could beat Di Jiuchen, she was pushed through the door.

Jiang Louyue looked at Nangong Beiche, who was kneeling at the door like a statue, and sighed softly, "You shouldn't have entered the Hou's Mansion, take your wife and son with you when you have a chance. Even if it's Nangong. The Viscount Mansion is also thousands of times stronger than the Marquis Wuwen Mansion."

Nangong Beiche's head was buried in the soil, wishing he could get in directly, and dug his fingers into the ground.

"Miss Seven, why don't you want to leave?"

Jiang Louyue had already turned around, but when she heard Nangong Beiche's words, she couldn't help but stop again.

"Marquis Wuwen opened Jiang's drug store and lost a lot of money. He didn't even manage the banquet after my son was born. He detained my son only three days after he was born. He asked me to find Miss Qi back , Redeem my son; or go to earn 200 million taels of gold to buy my son back. I am really driven to a dead end, and I have no choice but to..."

"200 million taels?" Jiang Louyue's eyes widened in disbelief, "That beast even sells it with a price tag on it?!"

It's simply appalling!
She knew Wu Wenhou was a scumbag, but she didn't expect him to be such a scumbag!
Nangong Beiche's face was full of pain. He suddenly stretched out a hand and grabbed Jiang Louyue's skirt, pleadingly in his eyes, and said, "Miss Seven, if you don't want to go back to Marquis Wu Wen I don’t force you. But, can I trouble you to say a few words in front of your master, Mr. Lou, and ask him if the old man needs a new opera book? I can write, and I can write a lot, until the old man is satisfied. until!"

When it comes to making money, Nangong Beiche can only think of Mr. Lou.

He once helped Mr. Lou write the playbook of "Guardian", and got a high price of 40 taels of gold tickets. He used 10 taels when he married Ziyou, and used 10 taels to honor Nangong's family. Now he only has 20 taels.

There is still a big gap between the 200 million taels proposed by Marquis Wu Wen.

However, he believed that as long as he could write a few more satisfactory playbooks for Mr. Lou, he could still make up that astronomical figure.

"You want to write a playbook for Mr. Lou?"

Jiang Louyue raised her eyebrows, and a gleam flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Today, the mysterious owner of the Jiuding Pavilion just happened to throw a hot potato to himself, which burned her into flames. In the book "Disaster for the Nation", the pavilion master has already issued a death order, she will not do it, and she will not do it.

She was worried about how to change "Disaster for the Nation" into seven or eight independent and coherent stories, and Nangong Beiche came to her door by herself.

Although Nangong Beiche is a bit weak, he has a tight mouth.

He never mentioned the secret of "Guardian" to anyone, not even Marquis Wu Wen, and strictly abided by the original agreement.

Can she trust him again...

"Yes! Miss Seven, can you help me connect?"

Nangong Beiche's eyes flashed with almost humble expectations, and his face was full of pleading. He took out a few booklets from his sleeves, handed them over with both hands, and said, "These are all newly written recently, never given to anyone. People have seen it, and none of the stories strictly follow Lou Gongzi's requirements, are short and concise, and have profound meanings, and at the same time run through the touching love story..."

"Master Lou doesn't need this kind of thing!"

With a flick of Jianglou Yueyun's sleeve, he slapped Nangong Beiche's playbook to the ground.

A look of despair flashed across Nangong Beiche's face, his eyes were full of embarrassment, and tears even flashed from the corners of his eyes.

Just when he felt that the whole world was collapsing, a two-finger-wide book fell in front of his eyes, with a black cover, and two big gilt characters flying like dragons and phoenixes - Disaster for the Nation.

"This……"

Nangong Beiche picked up the gorgeously bound book, flipped through a few pages, "This is...a playbook?"

"Yes." Jiang Louyue stood in front of Nangong Beiche, looked down at him, her beautiful eyes dimmed, and said, "This is an incomplete script. You rewrite this "Disaster for the Nation" into a love story. The story is called "The Demon Concubine in Disaster", with the woman as the first perspective, and the main line of the original work remains unchanged."

Nangong Beiche felt a ray of hope shine into his gloomy world.

"Okay, okay! Miss Seven, don't worry, I will definitely do my best, and I won't disappoint Miss Seven and Mr. Lou!" Nangong Beiche was so excited that his hand holding the book couldn't help shaking.

He knew that this was his last chance.

"Not only that, but you divided this "The Demon Concubine in Disaster" into eight parts to write, each part can be independent and connected to each other, leaving enough foreshadowing between parts. Can you do it?" Jiang Lou Moon's voice became harsher.

"Yes! Absolutely!"

Nangong Beiche stood up, patted the dirt off his body casually, straightened his back again, his clean eyes were full of determination, "I guarantee my son's life, and I will fulfill my mission!"

"This is 200 million taels of gold. I'll pay you first. You go home and redeem your son. Take your wife and children and leave that wolf den."

With that said, Jiang Louyue stuffed 200 million taels of gold into Nangong Beiche's arms.

"Miss Seven, this is absolutely unacceptable! I haven't started working yet, how can I get the full payment in advance?" Nangong Beiche had a troubled conscience and dared not accept it.

"This time your name will not be put on the phantom play of "The Demon Concubine in Disaster" by Mr. Lou, so I will pay you the full amount in advance." Jiang Louyue said.

Nangong Beiche froze for a moment, then quickly nodded in agreement: "Okay!"

Without asking why, he accepted the money and thanked him again and again.In the face of the safety of his son, any false name is no longer important.

(End of this chapter)