Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 100 Why don't you call two painters?

However, now is not the time to pursue the identity of the little girl.

Changle's 23-year fraud case is about to open, and this is more important right now.

Mo Junli had laughed enough, and put away the inch-wide note unhurriedly. Yan Chuan, who was at the side, looked at the unfinished smile on his master's face, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

It seemed that the master was in a good mood.

Does that mean...

Can he continue to report the stack of unlucky books?

Yan Chuan curled his fingers quite nervously. In fact, if he could, he didn't want to pollute his master's ears with these trivial matters of gold and silver.

However, the monthly salary that the prince's mansion can provide is really not enough. If he only lives on the mansion's salary, he may never even think about saving money for his wife in this life.

Money or something... still have to rely on the monthly money in the pavilion.

Therefore, he would rather provoke Mo Junli than He Ling.

Mo Junli is his master, if he offends his master, at most he will be reprimanded and beaten, and if he dies, he will be deducted a year and a half from the mansion's monthly salary; but if He Ling is angered...

I'm sorry, that's called food and clothing parents, even the master doesn't dare to provoke people too much.

The iron rooster said he would break the money, and he would not give it to the slightest discussion.

Yan Chuan bowed his head, apologized silently to Mo Junli, and then pretended to clear his throat: "Cough, master, can the subordinate continue to report accounts?"

Account... Account?
Hearing this, Mo Junli's smile froze in an instant. He frowned and looked at Yanchuan for a while, then gritted his silver teeth: "I only bought a few things this month. As for how much he bought?" Are you holding on like that?"

"Master, you didn't buy too many things, but you spent more money than usual." Yan Chuan rubbed his hands and opened the small book keeping accounts in his arms, and said slowly, "First, I bought it for His Royal Highness Le Wan during the Chinese New Year. The red envelopes, and the banquets you ate after the Mengsheng Building opened..."

"The set of clothes given to Miss Mu San by Shangyuan is worth more than two thousand taels of silver; the fireworks set off for her on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month are no less than ten thousand taels... The sum of zero and zero is worth more than two thousand taels of silver, master. 6000 taels of silver."

"All the rewards given by His Majesty years ago have been spent, and you have nothing left of your monthly salary from last month and this month." Yan Chuan said as he flipped through the pages of the account book, his face full of sincerity, "According to He Ling's bookkeeping method, you Yue still owes the pavilion a thousand taels of silver!"

"... If I remember correctly, I built the Unlucky Guanfeng Pavilion, right?" Mo Junli was stunned for a moment, and then recovered his voice after a while, "I built it, right?"

"Master, you really built that unlucky Guanfeng Pavilion." Yan Chuan replied softly.

"So, isn't the money in my flower pavilion justified?" Mo Junli turned his face and scratched the felt on the table, "Why is it now that I owe the pavilion 1000 taels instead?"

"Because...he is in charge of the accounts at present, master." Yan Chuan lowered his head lower and lower as he spoke, "All the business accounts in the pavilion are in his hands, including your monthly disposable income. All benefits are under his control."

Of course, the most important thing is that He Ling is an out-and-out iron cock, and he hates his master's behavior of spending money and never using it wisely.

As a result, so far, the extra profit that the master can use every month can't keep up with his extra money.

——It is a model of sitting on mountains of gold and silver, but not even spending half a copper coin.

Yan Chuan slandered, secretly raised his eyes to glance at his master, and then left a sentence, silently lowering his sense of existence.

"And, master, He Ling said that if you don't 'repay' the account of the thousand taels as soon as possible, you won't be able to use any more money in the pavilion next month."

?

Mo Junli stared blankly, and turned around the corner after a long time. He stared at the line "23 years of Changle" on the table with a half-smile, half-smile, and looked at it for a long time. Nodding: "Yanchuan."

"The subordinate is here." Yan Chuan cupped his hands, his spine shivering for no reason.

"Why don't you find two painters." Mo Junli pulled the corners of his lips stiffly, and gave a creepy smile.

Yan Chuan was so terrified by his laughter, he was instantly alert: "...What do you want the artist to do?"

"I heard that it is very profitable to sell fire-avoiding pictures on the black market. Why don't you sacrifice a little bit, get two painters and find an oiran, and paint ten or eight sets of him?" Mo Junli's green eyes are persuasive. We get a fifty-fifty dividend.”

"This is a long-term business. Once it succeeds, there will be a steady stream of follow-up money. Maybe the map based on you will be popular, and it will be published in five editions in three years... Then we will be able to escape Heling's control."

"Isn't it great?"

"Master, please be normal, this subordinate is timid." Yan Chuan was so frightened that he took a step back and bumped into the wall of the house, his voice trembling, "Either...or you should go to the palace to find His Majesty! This You only entered the palace twice a month, he won't bother you!"

He is a serious secret guard, and it is impossible to draw such an unscrupulous map. Of course, the most important thing is, why didn't the master sacrifice himself first?
He is the one who owes Geli money!
Yan Chuan leaned against the corner of the wall, his eyes full of horror. Naturally, he would not dare to say the word "sacrifice" by Mo Junli himself, for he was afraid that his master would directly save him after he finished speaking.

He still wants to live two more years.

"Tsk." Mo Junli smacked his lips, scanned Yanchuan up and down several times, finally sighed, and got up with a flick of his sleeves, "Let's go, Yanchuan."

"You are..." Where are you going?

The poor dark guard couldn't help trembling his brows, he was afraid that his master's strange little head would get confused, so he really called the two painters over.

Then wouldn't he be able to escape?
"Go into the palace and cry poorly, otherwise what else could it be?" Mo Junli frowned, and looked at his hidden guard suspiciously, "Could it be that you really want to paint to avoid fire?"

"If you really want to draw..." The young man looked at Yan Chuan and dragged his tone, with a meaningful expression on his face.

"No, no, you are worrying too much!" Yan Chuan rushed to speak, interrupted what Mo Junli hadn't finished speaking, and opened the door of the room with a dog's legs, "Please, my subordinates will prepare for you to enter immediately!" Palace carriages and horses!"

"Yeah." Mo Junli raised his eyebrows and nodded, but he never pierced the small ninety-nine in his heart, "When you go down, remember to tell them that the bandit leader can be released, and they know what to do."

"Your subordinates obey." Yan Chuan clasped his fists, and said in a deep voice.

Accompanied by the bell of the car, the horseshoe leisurely walked across the beautifully laid stone road in the city.

The young man rode that car to the front of the palace. The guards guarding the door saw the gold stamp painted on the lantern of the car from afar, and also caught a glimpse of the prince token in Yan Chuan's hand, and immediately put away the weapon in his hand respectfully.

His Majesty once said that His Highness the Seventh Prince can enter and leave the palace freely, and they must not stop His Highness no matter what time of day it is.

Otherwise, it is the following offense.

Mo Junli got off the car by the gate of the palace, turned his head and motioned to Yan Chuan, and went straight to the imperial study.

When he passed through several layers of vermilion palace walls and arrived at the study, Emperor Yun Jing had just finished approving the stack of memorials in hand, and was taking a nap with his eyes closed.

The sound of the inner prison at the door woke up the kind emperor. He raised his eyes and saw the half-aged boy who had just entered the room, and suddenly smiled:

"Ayan, you are here, just in time."

　A few days before the shelves are updated every day

　　The main reason is that the old sayings are too slow to write, and the main thing is that I dare not do whatever I want. I have to think about many words and expressions. My head starts to get knotted when I write the [-] words updated every day, and the upper limit is [-] words.

　　Not enough to save the manuscript.

　　It’s really not crowded enough, so I discussed with the editor today, these two days (four or five days before it will be on the shelves on the 1st) temporarily [-] words a day, a little earlier.

　　It will be [-] on the shelves, and if the first order is higher, the follow-up will be six days (three chapters a day).

　　Probably like this
　　I hope the babies don't hit me woo woo woo I really tried to squeeze but I can't squeeze fast
　　It's the kind of whining that has a plot in mind but can't write fast

　　In addition, the fire avoidance map is

　　Spring【Harmony】Palace Map

　　
　
(End of this chapter)