Chapter 7 Ink-dyed white paper reflects people's hearts
Thunder on the ground!
Chen Cuo, who had just been concentrating on the memory and holding his breath, was immediately startled. The pen in his hand fell on the paper, and the ink penetrated, outlining an ink stain with a hideous outline, but as the ink stain expanded, it quickly disappeared.
Taking a deep breath, he stood up and opened the window without caring about clearing the table. When he looked outside, he saw the scene of the lanterns coming on. He looked up at the sky, and saw a bright starry sky with no clouds in the sky.
"That's weird, where did the thunder come from?"
Chen Cuo was wondering when a voice from Ai Ju suddenly sounded outside the door: "Your Majesty, dinner has been prepared. Do you want to eat?"
The same crispness, the same pleasant sound, but in Chen Cuo's ears, the feeling was completely different.
He said directly: "I have something important to do, no one can disturb me, I will eat later."
When Cui Ju outside the door heard this, she had a look of struggle on her face, wondering if she should ask a question to show her sincerity and prevent her from being resented by the king. But before she could speak, Chen Cuo's words came out from the room again -
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"Did you hear the thunder just now?"
Aster was startled, then shook her head and responded: "I never heard that." She raised her head and looked at the sky, "There will be no thunderstorm tonight."
No thunder?
Chen Cuo in the room was stunned, touched his forehead, and wondered whether he was overusing his brain, or was reciting it attentively in the dream, so that he was in a trance and hallucinating?
He was anxious just now, and now he took a closer look at himself. He suddenly realized that not only was his forehead covered with cold sweat, but the clothes on his back were also soaked through.
I don’t know if it was due to overdraft when reminiscing, or because I was shocked just now and was in a hurry.
He wanted the people outside the door to change his clothes, but also remembered his behavior. After pondering for a moment, Chen Cuo simply said: "You just step back. Didn't you say that you are not allowed to come here without my permission?"
When Ziju heard this, she felt a little colder. She wanted to say something, but she was worried about adding fuel to the fire, so she just turned around and thought about waiting for the prince to get angry before making up for it. However, she felt more and more regretful and uneasy in her heart, regardless of it.
surroundings.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but when she was leaving, a gust of cool wind blew, which made Aster tremble all over. Her whole body was cold, and she fell into the ice cellar. She was startled, then came back to her senses, looked around, and found that everything was as usual
, there was no chill in his body, so he just thought it was an illusion, so he looked back at the room resentfully, and finally left.
In the room, Chen Cuo took advantage of his clear thinking and deep memory to think about writing it down quickly.
"Five days is not enough time. I just select and recall, and it's evening. I can't afford to delay."
After thinking this, he returned to the table, lit the lamp, picked up the pen, glanced at the ink on the paper, shook his head secretly, opened the paper, threw it aside, unfolded a new piece of paper, and began to write.
swish swish...
The room was silent except for the sound of the brush scratching the white paper.
call……
Suddenly, a gust of cool breeze blew and the candlelight swayed, causing Chen Cuo's shadow on the wall to become distorted.
"..."
At the same time, Nankang Prince's Mansion.
"Um?"
Zhou Youzi, who was sitting cross-legged and meditating, frowned, opened his closed eyes, touched his chest first, then took out a piece of talisman paper, slid his fingertips on it, threw it into the air, and then counted it with his fingers.
He quickly curled up into a ball, fell to the bed, and rolled a few times.
Zhou Youzi stared at it and nodded silently.
"Sure enough, something happened! Master gave me the heart-guarding map. It can not only protect my mind and soul, but also sense good and bad luck. The royal palace is the boundary of the clan, and it is protected by the luck of the Yinsi Longting. If it can be affected, it should be related to the Nankang palace.
people."
As he spoke, he made a talisman on his hand, took out a piece of talisman, and stuck it to his chest.
The edge of the talisman paper was suddenly burnt black, and smoke was emitting. He frowned, picked up the talisman paper and looked at it carefully.
"The heart-guarding diagram burns the edge of the talisman to make smoke? Is this a sign that someone is setting up the roots of incense? This is the capital of the Southern Dynasties. There should be something to rely on for such unabashed efforts to find roots. Could it be that the reincarnated immortal has already
The resuscitation part took advantage of the night to take away the body, and the method was to restore Taoism?"
Zhou Youzi's expression changed, and he suddenly remembered the many Buddhist temples he passed by.
"Yes, since Liang Wu, Buddhist temples have been built all over the place. Maybe the great master of that temple wanted to establish a Buddhist kingdom in this center of the Southern Dynasties for practice, and the master of the palace went there to burn incense and received blessings. This is also relevant.
"
Looking out the window, Zhou Youzi became more and more convinced of this idea.
"There is nothing strange in the city. Even if it is not, it is not far away. It is better not to cause extraneous problems. Leading the reincarnated immortal to the sect as soon as possible is the right way..."
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The next day, when the genius was bright, Chen Cuo summoned the servants in the mansion and asked them to bring a group of people to copy a dozen copies of a chapter of "Painted Skin" that he had freshly baked. After comparing them, they distributed them among others.
They went to teahouses and taverns throughout Jiankang City to distribute them.
Although he stayed at home for a month, he did not close his eyes and ears. He knew how to spread this article in Jiankang City and become popular.
"Painted skin?"
Chen Hai, the steward of the Hou Mansion, got the article, took a look at it, but did not go into it deeply. He grinned disdainfully and said: "Want to impress the capital with your literary talents? You are thinking too simply. Do you really think that any article can become popular? Or maybe, Jun
Don’t you think that tea shops and taverns are just idle and have nothing to do, waiting all day long for articles to be sent to you by noble family members?”
Hearing his tone, the people on the side approached him and asked, "Steward, how should I deal with this? Do you want to report it to the old lady?"
"No, since I promised the lord, we will follow his orders, so how can we change our mind?" Chen Hai shook his head, as if he was waiting for a good show, "Just follow the orders, let's not do anything more.
The prince soon realized that things in this world were not as simple as he thought, and he would learn a lesson and become more sensible."
As he was talking, someone suddenly came to ask for instructions——
"Chief Steward, Your Majesty asked us to take the articles and go to wine shops and teahouses to distribute them. He asked you to go to the warehouse to report the matter and take some money out to pay for tea and take care of everything..."
When Chen Hai heard this, he couldn't help being stunned, and then asked doubtfully: "Can he still think of this? Does he know how to use money to clear the way?"
The person who came asked: "How to respond?"
"We are servants, not the masters of the palace. How can we not let the prince use the money?" Chen Hai shook his head, "I will write a note and 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 cargo in the mansion had to go through him as the manager before someone came to report it. In view of the previous verbal agreement with Chen Cuo, Chen Hai could not refuse, so he could only bow his head and admit it.
What surprised him even more was that after Chen Cuo got the money and goods, he not only opened various tea shops and taverns, but also set aside many servants and maids to reward them.
All of a sudden, the servants, servants, and maids in the house all had a great improvement in their opinion of the young marquis. After only half a day, words of praise could be heard in private.
"It's really strange. Your Majesty used to have your eyes high above your head. Although he was friendly with his friends, he was not polite to me and other servants, and he was only slightly nicer to Aster. Why did he suddenly become enlightened? He was reprimanded a few days ago, and today
Rewards, quite a bit of clear rewards and punishments, a combination of kindness and power, and this article..."
Surprised, Chen Hai finally thought of reading the article "Painted Skin" in detail.
Sending articles to teahouses and taverns does not require him, as the steward of the Marquis Mansion, to dispatch, but coordinating all parties still requires energy, and now I have a little leisure.
"Several people who sent the article came back and reported that after getting money from several wine shops and teahouses, they heard that storytellers would be arranged within one day. They were somewhat reluctant, but after reading the article, the singer
They praised each other and immediately took the initiative to rehearse their speeches. At this moment, two or three tea shops have already signed up, could it be that they really have some skills?"
Thinking like this, Chen Hai started the article to see what was weird.
As a result, after seeing it, I couldn't take my eyes away immediately.
At first he was careless, but he soon became focused. After a few breaths, his breathing became even more rapid. Gradually, the features on the thin face moved towards the middle, looking like he was frightened when his heart was worried. Finally, he breathed a long sigh of relief.
Slowly come to your senses.
When he put down the article, he was shocked and felt a cold sweat on his back.
"When I read this article, I felt fascinated. First I was curious, and then I was attracted by the plot and immersed in it. Although I couldn't express my appreciation, I still felt that the story was exquisite. No wonder the singer was so enthusiastic! But the monarch can actually do it.
This article? Is it really written by him? This is for no reason..."
As he spoke, he thought for a moment and his face suddenly turned pale.
It turned out that he was thinking of the evil ghosts in the article wearing painted skins to tempt and harm people. Not long ago, Junhou happened to reprimand him in person for the humble attitude of Chen Hai and others, but they were cloaked in friendly skins and actually hid evil thoughts...
"this……"
Chen Hai broke into a cold sweat.
"Is it possible that the monarch got the literary inspiration because of us, and then wrote this article as a metaphor? This... this article is so exquisite, it will definitely spread to Jiankang, and if it is read by others in the future
For the reason, how should we deal with it? Isn’t it spread throughout the city and everyone knows that we are evil slaves? I’m afraid even the palace won’t dare to protect us!”
Thinking of the stakes, he became more and more panicked. When he read the article again, many thoughts were mixed in an instant. I don't know if it was an illusion due to anxiety, but Chen Hai felt that many words on the paper were floating faintly, and rushed towards the door!
"ah!"
He screamed in surprise, dropped the article, and took three or four steps back before calming down and looking at it again, there was nothing strange on the paper.
"call……"
Chen Hai picked up the article tremblingly, gasping for air, and sweating through his clothes. When he calmed down, he quickly thought of countermeasures. He wanted to report to the palace, but he was afraid that the mistress of the palace would investigate deeply, so he hesitated for a while.
"Let's wait and see. This article may not be circulated. Please don't spread it..."