Chapter 70 070: Killing the Lord [Please vote]
This time it was Chu Yao’s turn to laugh out loud.
While fanning the cattail leaf fan to dispel the heat, he laughed wildly: "Qi Yuanliang, you actually let an eleven or twelve-year-old kid get you into trouble?"
Qi Shan glared angrily. He glanced at Chu Yao with a threatening look in his eyes. Unfortunately, he was not afraid of him at all and just laughed at him.
"Shen Xiaolangjun, who did you meet outside?"
The deterrent effect of his eyes was not good, so Qi Shan decisively changed the subject.
Shen Tang said: "A person named Gu."
Qishan waited for her to describe it in detail, but all she got was nonsense.
Chu Yao accidentally got in the way and started to sing along with Shen Xiaolangjun: "The surname is Gu, is it a boy or a girl?"
Shen Tang knew the elegant meaning of the song after hearing it, and immediately joined in the teasing. .
"Ah, can my old sweetheart be a man?"
Chu Yao teased: "Well, it's hard to say. An elephant house like Yuehua Tower can have a prosperous business and a lot of money for many years. Going forward, it can be seen that this trend is still very prosperous at the moment. It is famous for its popularity in Qi Yuanliang's youth. It's..."
Shen Tang smacked his tongue: "It's really a man."
Chu Yao ignored Qi Shan's expression and put the half-braided bamboo strips upside down on his head. Continue to commit suicide: "What does that person look like?"
Qi Shan interrupted the double act between the master and the servant.
He said resolutely: "There is no such thing as a chance!"
Both Shen and Tang did not dare to tease anyone too much, lest they really made people angry. Chu Yao continued to shake the cattail leaf fan, urging the little chubby boy to continue practicing, but his ears grew secretly, and most of his attention was focused on Shen Tang and Qi Shan. Qi Shan said: "Tell me, who is it?"
Shen Tang: "I really don't know his name."
Qi Shan laughed angrily, his teeth itching: "I don't know the name." , I only know my last name, how can I just say that she is my 'old friend'?"
"That's the one in Yuehua Building? Sir, the scribe who hid Gong Cheng with Guer. He said that he knew your "Scribe's way", and there was a hint of alienation in his words. If you were not your old friend, you would be your enemy and rival. Otherwise, how would you understand? So clear? Well, I was wrong too. I used the word "old friend" incorrectly. ”
Qishan's expression suddenly changed.
“My ‘Scribe’s Way’?”
“I think this guy is really uneasy and kind-hearted. He still has the leverage in my hands and dares to sow discord. This is what he said exactly. "——" Shen Tang imitated Mr. Gu's tone and deliberately winked. His eyes and even some small expressions were imitated perfectly, "I felt like old friends at first sight with Shen Lang. I was worried about you so I said this. If you don't believe it, Shen Lang might as well go back and ask Qi Yuanliang about his ways as a scribe."
Qi Shan's expression became very intriguing.
With an uncharacteristic smile on his lips, he asked: "Shen Xiaolangjun also wants to know the way of being a scribe?"
Shen Tang said truthfully: "I'm a little curious when I ask myself, but the answer is not important. The process of revealing the secret is what I want. If you just confess and put the answer in front of me, it will take away a lot of fun. Then, it shouldn't be anything. Read minds? ”
Qishan asked: "The way of being a scribe is to read minds?"
Shen Tang: "..."
Qishan: "My way of being a scribe is not Read minds."
Shen Tang breathed a sigh of relief.
Qishan's eyes became subtle: "You seem to be very lucky?"
Shen Tang subconsciously said: "Of course I am lucky, otherwise I..."
"Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to arrange it in my heart. Is your secret exposed? You want to say this?" Qi Shan felt that his fist was getting hard.
Shen Tang: "..."
Her silence said something. Qi Shan narrowed his eyes slightly and took in her expression: "You really arranged it."
This was said in a declarative tone.
Shen Tang: “…”
|ω｀) No, no, it’s unfair!
The gag is over and the topic has to get back on track.
"My way of being a scribe is indeed awe-inspiring, even worse than 'reading minds'. If Mr. Shen Xiaolang is afraid, please don't 'complicit' with people like me." Qishan He no longer "terrorized" Shen Tang, but his expression had a rare gloominess.
Shen Tang did not speak. The atmosphere was so solemn that it made people feel hot and uncomfortable.
Chu Yao puffed and shook the cattail leaf fan.
The air was quiet, Qishan's fingers braiding bamboo strips betrayed his master's emotions, and he subconsciously exerted so much force that his knuckles turned white.
Shen Tang frowned and thought: "Is it so serious?"
Not only did these words not ease the atmosphere, but it pushed the atmosphere to another solemn peak, making Chu Yao even nervous.
“I really don’t know much about the way of scribes. The only knowledge I have is from Mr. Wuhui.” Shen Tang didn’t quite understand why Qishan was so serious, and looked confused. , "When making friends, do you need to consider the other person's way of being a scribe? You people have a very high threshold for making friends..."
It's not that the way of being a scribe is a trump card that can work wonders at critical moments. Under normal circumstances, it is not Will it be disclosed to outsiders?
Qi Shan asked back: "What if it's not just about making friends?"
Shen Tang was completely stumped by this question.
Suddenly, something came to her mind.
“You—could you—”
Shen Tang seemed to have suffered a huge blow.
Covering his chest with one hand and supporting the wooden floor of the corridor with the other hand, he quickly backed away with an expression of "Don't come over here." Under the confused eyes of Qi Shan and Qi Shan, she asked Qi Shan loudly: "Qi Yuanliang, I want to marry you, do you want to register with me?"
Chu Yao: "..."
Qishan: "..."
Finally she couldn't bear it any longer and put the half-braided bamboo strips on Shen Tang's head, gritting her teeth: "Don't speak if you don't know how to speak!"
Shen Tang: "..."
Qishan strode back to the room, but she was still out of sorts. In addition to becoming a disciple or raising a household registration, can they develop other relationships? This relationship also requires knowing the way of the other party's scribes?
Shen Tang took off the bamboo strips and widened his eyes.
"It's really not pleasant to speak half-heartedly."
Chu Yao said: "Some words can only be understood but not expressed in words."
Shen Tang curled his lips: "I think I, Shen Tang, am smart and smart. , He is extremely intelligent, but it is too difficult for me to understand half of what he said..."
This is a "guiding NPC" with his own opinions.
Shen Tang turned to Chu Yao for advice: "Mr. Wuhui knows what he wants to 'understand', how about - reveal it?"
Chu Yao seemed to be telling Shen Tang, but also seemed to be mumbling to himself: "Now is not the time, I will know when the time is right."
Shen Tang was confused.
Her current expression must be the same as a black man’s question mark face!
Because she was worried, she could only follow him up with bamboo strips in her arms, and kept talking to the closed door: "Yuanliang? Yuanliang? Yuanliang? Are you there? I have something to say first, I really don't want to What kind of plan is there to sow discord? Since the way of a scribe is related to one's own character or certain characteristics, what's so scary? Although we have only known each other for a short time, I believe you are a good person."
As long as you are not. Just read minds.
What is the difference between this and "banning" for people with tuberculosis?
There was no response from the room, and Shen Tang shouted a few more times.
Finally, the wooden door of the room was opened from the inside.
Qishan looked at Shen Tang who had an innocent expression in his spare time, put his hands in his sleeves, leaned against the door, and asked her playfully: "What if my way of being a scribe is to 'kill the lord'?" "
Shen Tang: "?"
Kill the Lord? ? ?
Damn it, there is such a way of being a scribe.
I have been thinking about the scribe’s way of praying for bad deeds for a long time. There are many options, but I finally settled on this one.
Kill the Lord.
(End of this chapter)