After my inner voice was exposed, I made the tyrant cry anxiously

Su Juan asked many people before finally finding the place where Shen Ruhui lived, a very remote courtyard just before leaving the city.

The yard is overgrown with weeds, which shows that the people who live here have no intention of taking care of it.

She knocked on the door, and soon the person inside came out. He was wearing a loose gray robe, stained with different shades of ink, his hair was messy, his beard was unkempt, and he still smelled of alcohol, but his eyes were still clear, it should be I woke up from last night’s drinking.

"Who are you?" Shen Ruhui's voice was hoarse.

Su Juan handed over the script in his hand, "Sir, I heard Liu Xuan say that you live here and came here to visit."

Hearing this, Shen Ruhui raised his eyebrows and looked Su Juan up and down, "Who are you, Liu Xuan?"

He even revealed his address. He is not such a meddlesome person.

Su Juan was silent, "Friend."

She followed Shen Ruhui across the yard and into the house. There was a strong smell of alcohol and papers scattered on the floor, some of which were crumpled into balls and thrown carelessly on the ground.

Shen Ruhui rummaged around and finally found a clean bowl. He wanted to pour some water for Su Yuan, but there was none in the room. In the end, he only poured a bowl of wine and asked, "Would you like to read my script?"

Su Juan's face was not red, her heart was not beating, "Well, the young master is talented and writes extremely well."

Shen Ruhui handed a dozen manuscripts on the table to Su Juan, who looked confused.

Shen Ruhui: "You're here, don't you just want to read the latest volume?"

Su Juan was surprised, "Didn't the last volume just sell out, and you wrote it so fast?"

There are a dozen manuscripts in his hands, which look like they contain at least two volumes. I can’t tell, but this bitch is so diligent!
A sneer flashed across Shen Ruhui's face, "I am just a person who is idle at home and just write books. If I don't write faster, how can I eat?"

Su Juan was startled for a moment, remembering what Liu Xuan said. Although Shen Ruhui was unable to become an official because of his background, he never expected that he would make a living by writing storybooks.

She flipped through the manuscript in her hand, reading page by page.

Shen Ruhui's handwriting was excellent, but the content really made her dare not compliment her.

It was written in the previous volume that the heroine Juan'er met the most dandy Mr. Xun in Beijing, and the two became like old friends when they met. She marveled at Mr. Xun's outstanding appearance, and he fell in love with her at first sight.

And Shen Ruhui had already written in this manuscript that Juan'er was neglected by her husband in the palace and often made things difficult for her. Fortunately, her husband's younger brother, Young Master Hang, came to her rescue and took care of her several times.

The two were flirting with each other, and when someone from the palace discovered it, Juan'er's husband became angry and wanted to make peace with Juan'er.

Juan'er was misunderstood by her husband and returned to her parents' home sadly. She didn't want to leave the house without seeing anyone.

After learning that Juan'er wanted to reconcile, Mr. Xun and the confidant Qing'er mentioned earlier came to Juan'er's home. After learning about it, Mr. Hang came over anxiously.

When four people meet, a storm quietly breaks out
Su Juan was already scolding her father in her heart. One moment, Juan'er was having an affair with Qing'er, the next she was getting drunk late at night with Master Xun, the next she was flirting with Master Hang, and she was obsessed with her ex-husband. This Shen Ruhui must be sick. !
This kind of ghost thing, if it is sold, it will be better!
"Master Shen, with all due respect, you wrote about Juan'er too affectionately."

Shen Ruhui was drinking again now and looked at Su Juan, "Really? It's not bad."

He felt that he had written quite well.

Su Juan's face turned dark, wasn't it?

And the names in this book are Juan'er and Qing'er, and Mr. Xun and Mr. Hang appear. To use a modern term, you can just read your aunt's ID number!

Shen Ruhui looked at Su Juan with great interest, "Then tell me, if Juan'er is not sentimental, which of these people should she like more?"

That idiot Liu Xuan never read his script. It was difficult for him to find someone to talk to.

Su Juan resisted the urge to tear it up and put down the manuscript in her hand with a smile on her face, "I think Juan'er has a cold nature and doesn't like anyone, especially this ex-husband with bad conduct. It would be nice if she didn't want him to die. How can you be so infatuated?"

She tried to make Shen Ruhui realize how outrageous this was.

Shen Ruhui: "." A moment later, Su Juan was kicked out of Shen's house. The wooden door banged and almost hit Su Juan in the face.

Su Juan's forehead twitched, [his temper was quite bad. 】

[My aunt is so erratic, I haven’t settled the score with you yet, and you still have the nerve to slam the door! 】

How could Liu Xuan know such a dog-tempered friend?
The Su family members were angry and ran away due to Shen Ruhui.

As soon as she left, someone knocked on the door of Shen's house again. The man entered the house, opened a wooden box on the table, and placed white money in front of Shen Ruhui, as well as an envelope.

"Continue to write according to this letter, and all this money will be yours."

Shen Ruhui sneered and drank alone, "It's really strange today. People come one after another and want to teach me how to write a storybook."

ridiculous.

The long sword was unsheathed and placed on Shen Ruhui's neck. A cold light suddenly appeared and his face turned pale.

The man looked at him coldly, "Mr. Shen, do you want your life or your money?"

A full ten days have passed since the Su family moved out of the palace, but the emperor's imperial edict has not yet been approved, and Song Qianfan has not sent the letter of separation.

"Since we want to reconcile, we should kill the chaotic horse with a sharp sword." Xie Xun waved his fan and said to Su Juan.

Liu Miaoqing nodded, "Family, Your Majesty may have forgotten, why not remind him?"

The Su family members were distressed, lying on the table, "How to remind me?" [The only chance to see the old emperor is when he goes to court, and all the important affairs of the court are discussed. Why not mention his He Li Shu at this time? 】

[That’s too unclear. 】

Song Qianhang frowned, "How about I remind my elder brother and ask him to write the letter of He Li to you?"

Su Juan shook her head, "Forget it."

[In Song Qianfan’s case, there was only the loss of his wife but no reconciliation. Do you still expect him to write a letter of reconciliation? 】

[He still doesn’t know how he is planning to retaliate against me. Maybe if I leave Baihua Building today, my body will be lying on the street tomorrow morning. 】

Suddenly, there was an uproar and cheers outside, shouting "Miss Xianyun".

Liu Miaoqing stood up and walked to the window to look. She saw a graceful woman playing the piano with a smile on her face, which caused everyone below to rush to express her goodwill.

"This girl Xianyun looks very good."

Su Juan also stood up and walked over to take a look, "This girl Xianyun seemed to have encountered something before and was in a low mood. But today she seems to be in a very good mood. It seems that the worries in her heart have been resolved."

Xie Xun shook his fan, and the smile on his face was thought-provoking, "The only thing that can make the girl in this flower house worry is emotional matters."

A few people just listened to his words and were not curious about what happened to Xianyun.

But Su Juan suddenly remembered, [Ah!I remembered it, no wonder I felt like I had seen this fairy cloud somewhere before! 】

Everyone looked puzzled: "?"

[Isn’t this Xianyun just Song Qianfan’s shitty old friend outside? 】

[I have so many jewelry and good things, all of which he gathered to please this person. 】

Everyone was shocked: "!!!" No wonder Su Juan's things were only two boxes small. (End of chapter)