Farmhouse Imperial Examination Road

Chapter 148 A Good White Lotus Flower

"Damn it, Tianxialou is beating someone!"

"I'm getting angry from embarrassment."

"At the feet of the Son of Heaven, is there any law for the king?"

The people around were booing again and again, and they all looked angry.

The three leading ones were immediately caught by Mo Ni and the guards around him.

Su Liuyu looked at the three of them, and said calmly:

"You said just now that the new play in the downstairs is about stealing Mr. Ziqing, right?"

The leading man was dressed in coarse linen and was tall and thin. Hearing this sentence, he had a righteous expression on his face.

"Of course, stealing is like a thief, and it's not easy for Mr. Ziqing to tear your face, but we want to seek justice for Mr. Ziqing."

justice?

You deserve it too.

These three Su Liuyu remembered that they were the ones who followed the steward to suppress Mo Ni in Qinglefang that day.

She had an intuition that He Lan would not steal, but now she was more sure about this matter.

Over and over again, over and over again, endlessly, right?

"You actually said that this script was written by Mr. Ziqing, so why don't you let him come out and confront him."

"No!"

He Lan who had just finished singing a scene hurried out and stood in front of Su Liuyu.

At this time, he had already removed his makeup, and his delicate face was completely pale.

Ziqing has always been eloquent, and it's not like he didn't think about confronting him that day.
Thinking of that day, his body under the costume trembled with anger.

"Yo, this is a guilty conscience, isn't it?"

"Don't even dare to confront him."

"He Lan, how shameless are you?"

The onlookers scolded and shouted for a while, Su Liuyu looked at He Lan, and patted his trembling shoulder.

"Don't be afraid," she said.

The bland and breezy words made He Lan's stiff body relax all of a sudden.

He watched her walk in front of him and spoke loudly.

"Go and call Mr. Ziqing over."

Soon, the common people who joined in the fun went to Qinglefang and called Mr. Ziqing down from upstairs.

"You are."

His voice was weak, because he sang Hua Dan, he looked like a man and a woman, his eyes were like a deer, and he looked at everyone with an innocent face.

He has a slender figure and a sick face. As soon as he appeared on the stage, the people felt that he was pitiful and bullied.

Seeing his appearance, Su Liuyu cursed hard in her heart.

Bah, white lotus.

Also weak and weak, Brother Zhang Zhen is countless times prettier than this dead white lotus.

How can this person be so hypocritical?
Su Liuyu felt that her skin was getting goosebumps.

"Young Master Ziqing, you say that the legend of the White Snake was created by you?"

"I didn't!" His deer-like eyes were terrified, and then he turned his head to look at the little boy beside him, and reprimanded: "Are you talking too much?"

The little boy knelt down at once.

"My lord, you became sick from anger because of this incident. The slave couldn't bear it, so I complained a few times. Don't be angry."

"It's just that I'm not as good at Qi Qing Le Fang, I want you to talk nonsense!"

This sentence is ambiguous, but the people have already believed it.

The cursing sound was even more unbearable.

Su Liuyu sneered: "My lord, let me ask if you wrote the Legend of the White Snake yourself, yes or no? Is it hard to answer?"

Mr. Ziqing didn't expect her to be aggressive, her face turned pale.

He looked at He Lan beside her again, as if holding back something, he opened his lips and said, "No, I didn't create this, so stop talking nonsense."

But these words, where people can not be misunderstood.

It was a good show.

If not for the presence of everyone, Su Liuyu would have wanted to applaud.

She rolled her eyes, and said in a perplexed voice: "Master Ziqing, can I take a step to speak alone?"

"Borrow a step? This is a guilty conscience."

"Mr. Kui Ziqing has always defended Mr. Helan."

"Master Ziqing, don't promise them."

Su Liuyu's words made everyone think that she was going to threaten him, or spend money to bribe him, to calm this matter down.

Those who love to join in the fun definitely don't want to let this matter go unnoticed.

Including Mr. Ziqing himself.

He shook his head, clenched his fist with one hand, put it to his lips and coughed, and said weakly: "Now I have a cold, I'm afraid I'll give this young master a bad breath."

This is a polite refusal.

Su Liuyu nodded.

If you are shameless, don't blame her.

She solemnly looked at Mo Ni: "Take out the book."

Book?what book?

Ziqing looked at Su Liuyu, as if he missed something important.

But for a moment, when everyone was wondering, Mo Ni took out dozens of magazines.

"Send it and show them."

Everyone stared at the thing in Mo Ni's hands with puzzled expressions.

Su Liuyu took one of the magazines and turned to the first page.

"The copyrights of our new play published in Tianxialou and all the Changbai Study published in South China in August last year have been filed with the government. We must personally authorize any adaptation of operas and listening to books."

She fixedly looked at Young Master Ziqing, and smiled ironically: "Young Master, do you have anything else to say?"

Seeing Su Liuyu's sarcasm, Ziqing's heart skipped a beat.

"I told you, I didn't create this, I."

"Enough!" Su Liuyu yelled to stop him, took a step forward, approached him, stared at those lovely eyes, and whispered:
"Stop pretending, you're disgusting."

"you"

He took a step back, his face pale.

As soon as the onlookers saw the magazine in their hands, they turned to the first page with curious faces. It was the date of issue, and there was also the first chapter of The Legend of the White Snake.

"Isn't this the same as the one printed on the leaflet?"

"Indeed, it's exactly the same."

"This book is quite interesting. How the word is written is so correct."

Everyone was suddenly attracted by the magazine, and their thoughts were completely taken astray.

"Fuck, why is it so short!"

"It's always tantalizing, I rely on it."

"Where to buy this book, I bought it all."

Su Liuyu smiled and bowed to everyone.

"Everyone, this book is sold in all Changbai Study Halls in South China. The first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year are the sales days. Please support me."

South China?

how far is this

"Can't it be opened in the capital?"

"We people in Beijing are rich."

"Hurry up, little brother."

Su Liuyu smiled apologetically and said nothing.

Everyone was very sorry, and hugged the magazine like a treasure in their arms cursingly, and prepared to go home and read it slowly.

Now, no one cares about how Qinglefang is.

They also knew in their hearts that this time it was used as a gun, and they were extremely sorry for Tianxialou, so they kept silent.

Ziqing watched the crowd who were still arguing just now quiet down, and then turned his disgusted eyes on himself, feeling as if he was being watched all over.

He quickly turned around and ran back like a dog in the water. He was caught by the gate and fell, causing a lot of ridicule.

Now Su Liuyu is satisfied.

Ready to go back and write a new play.

And at this moment, a violent shout suddenly sounded:

"Su Liuyu!"

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(End of this chapter)