After wearing a book, I married a disabled villain

Regardless of his young age, Zhao Er is really capable. It didn't take long for Rongle to find a few people.

Rong Le glanced at them, and they all looked like middle-aged men in their 40s and [-]s. They were wearing coarse clothes, thin and thin, with a beard. At first glance, they looked like poor scholars.

Zhao Er quietly told him that those scholars who are going for the imperial examination don't bother to spend time writing drama scripts. Only poor scholars who earn a little money by showing off their pens will do this kind of thing if they don't want the imperial examination.

After all, the scripts written are sold to troupes, and opera actors are considered low-class.

Rongle didn't care about this, anyway, these people were just here to make a living, so he just used the money as a stepping stone, and if he didn't believe them, he wouldn't write well for him.

Rong Le acted swiftly and resolutely, and told them directly, asking them to hand in a work with twists and turns and distinctive characters within three days, "It doesn't matter the subject matter, the number of words, as long as the story can be told clearly. After handing in, every A person can get three renminbi of silver as an embellishment fee, if they are selected to stay, the monthly salary is one or two taels, there is a commission, and there is no cap."

The few people didn't think much of Rongle, the young boss, but when Rongle said this, their eyes immediately started to glow green.

The price is definitely not low.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, ordinary households spent no more than two taels of silver a year. The capital city was considered a place with relatively high expenses, but it was still between three and four taels.

These scholars worked so hard to write a playbook, sold it to the troupe, and earned a few bucks, but it took them half a month or even a month to conceive it.

Their only hope is that the scripts they wrote will become a hit, so that the scripts they write in the future will be available, and they will no longer be picked by others, but will be scrambled for by others.

It's just that the chances of this are too small. There are hundreds if not thousands of scholars who write opera books. There are only a few well-known opera troupes in Beijing, and it takes a few years for a good opera that can be praised by the population to come out?

It is estimated that it is simpler than the gold list title.

As soon as Rong Le's proposal was spoken, these people immediately nodded and agreed, promising to write a good story.

Three days later, when Rong Le arrived at the bookstore that day, he was surrounded by those scholars.

Looking at the sky, Rong Le felt that these people really worked hard for money.Because he had something to do today, he woke up early on purpose. When he woke up, Wan Chengzheng was still asleep on the bed.

He knew that Wan Chengzheng was a light sleeper, so seeing that he was sleeping soundly, he was reluctant to wake him up, so he silently went to the outhouse to wash and eat, and after packing up, he took Li Yuan out.

In the end, he was blocked at the door of the bookstore.

Anyway, the bookstore hadn't made much money recently, so he simply asked the shopkeeper to hang up the sign that the business was closed, and then took the scholars to the wing room in the backyard.

In Rongle's opinion, it is not difficult to write a story in three days. After all, he did not list specific requirements, as long as there is something to say.

When he was in school, he could write an [-]-character composition in half an hour during the exam. Isn't it more difficult than these scholars?

But when these scholars handed in their finished products, Rong Le couldn't help but frown.

The first time she brought the work over, Rong Le glanced at the words.The so-called handwriting is like a person. Although this statement is somewhat one-sided, handwriting can indeed show a person's personality, psychology, emotions and other characteristics to a certain extent.

For example, Wan Chengzheng, his handwriting seems to be weak, but in fact it is rigid and has a strong character.

The calligraphy of these scholars can only be said to be neat and tidy. As for the character, it is impossible to have it. The only one looks quite handsome.

For this reason, Rong Le raised his head and glanced at the man.

The opponent was thin and small, blocked by several people, and could hardly see him. The clothes he was wearing did not fit him, and they were too wide. He could only fold them in the middle, and then held the belt tightly Tied up, it looks a bit bloated.

Rong Le originally thought of it temporarily, and didn't care if he didn't see the other party clearly. Instead, he lowered his head and continued to focus on these few stories. He read them all at a glance, and it took less than a few minutes in total.

He put the works he had seen on the table, and kept rubbing his chin with his fingers.

It is true that he has some difficulty in choosing, but he is so embarrassed now not because he can't choose, but because they are all too bad, and he can't find which one is better.

In the end, he picked and picked out two notebooks, and said with some distaste: "These two people stay."

Zhao Er was very good at winking, and hurriedly handed over money to the others, and then led them out.

Unexpectedly, one of the scholars flicked his sleeves, and instead of going out, he stood still in front of Rong Le, with a look of displeasure on his face, "I don't know what the master's criteria are for choosing a book?"

He is the most famous of these people, and once sold a popular play, but unfortunately that was almost ten years ago.

Relying on that playbook, the playbook he wrote later would be booked by a troupe before it was finished, which made him a lot of money.

Unfortunately, since then, for some reason, his book has never been popular again.

As a result, the theater troupe who came to order the scripts naturally became less and less, and until now, the few scripts he had just finished writing had reached the point where they could not be sold.

When Zhao Er was looking for someone earlier, he didn't want to participate, but when he heard the price, he couldn't help being moved.

He thought that with his own qualifications, he would be selected as a sure thing, but he didn't expect that he would lose the election.

As for the two people chosen, one had a little reputation recently, and the other was even a novice, someone he had never seen or heard of.

Although those who are not selected can also get money, but it is only a one-off deal, and there are only three coins, but if they are selected, they will get one or two dollars a month!Which one is more and which one is less, a fool can tell the difference.

He saw that Rong Le was young, so he made a fool of himself. He only thought that he could rely on his old man to overwhelm the other party, so he pointed to the thin scholar and said, "Young master must seldom go to theaters, so he can choose such a man who has never written a play." I'm new to Ben." He sneered, "I'm afraid this person can't even tell the lyrics from the words."

The man's face flushed red when he said that, he opened his mouth to say something, but finally swallowed it back.

Rongle hates people talking about age.It stands to reason that speaking of this world made him ten years younger for no reason, he should be happy, but looking at his height, which is a head shorter than Wan Chengzheng, his limp body without a trace of muscle, and his thin and weak chicken figure, He really misses his modern body.

He looked at the other party's high-spirited appearance, didn't bother to argue with the other party, and demeaned himself for nothing, but Zhao Er couldn't let that man talk to his master like this.Although he has never studied and doesn't understand the principle of a master humiliating his ministers to death, he also knows that as a servant, he cannot let his master lose face in front of others.

So Zhao Er directly put his hips on his hips, pointed at the old scholar's nose and said, "What kind of garlic are you pretending to be here! Looking at the capital, who doesn't know that except for "Plum Garden", other books you wrote are all shit|shit .Even that "Plum Garden" was blown up by the east wind of Duan Wang's new plum garden. Relying on "Plum Garden" for ten years, now seeing that the old book has been eaten up, I think I have too much money. That's amazing! Do you want me to tell you all the things that the troupe scolded you in private?"

Zhao Er had never studied at all, and came out to work hard at a young age, so cursing is also a vernacular.But it was precisely because of this that the man was speechless.

That person claimed to be a scholar, so naturally he couldn't say the same thing as Zhao Er.Pointing at Zhao's second finger and shaking in the air for a long time, he didn't refute a word, his beard trembled with anger, and seeing that the rest of the people were watching a good show, he felt that he had lost face, and he was angry and anxious. Flicked his sleeves to cover his face and left.

Before leaving, I didn't forget to put the three coins in my arms.

Among the remaining people, there were those who were not reconciled, and the old scholar jumped out. Although they didn't respond, they thought they could use this to ask for more money, but they didn't expect that the old scholar was exposed by Zhao Er's few words , slipped away.They thought they couldn't scold Zhao Er, and they didn't want to be ashamed in front of others, so they took the money and left quickly.

So after a while, Rong Le, Zhao Er, Li Yuan, and the remaining two people were left in the yard.

Rong Le was not in a hurry to tell them about the book, but asked for their personal information.

One of them was named Feng Bin, and the other was named Wo Chunchi.The former is interested in writing playbooks, and he wrote "Catching the Secretary" which was popular in the capital some time ago; the latter comes from a poor family and feels that he is not a candidate for the imperial examination, so after failing this time, he began to try to write playbooks.

Feng Bin's advantages are obvious. He writes stories with clear logic, smooth plots, and vivid language. He is the first among these few books, which is why Rongle kept him.

But the shortcomings are also obvious, the content is old-fashioned, the plot is dry, and the lack of transition, it reads like plain water.

As for Wo Chunchi, he is exactly the opposite of the other party. It can be seen that the other party's writing skills are not bad, but it may be because it is the first time to write a script, the plot is blunt, and the main line is not clear, but there are a few bright spots in the story. interesting.

But overall, the flaws do not conceal the advantages.

And to be honest, Rong Le prefers this kind of person with obvious advantages and disadvantages, which is more suitable for his next thoughts.

He first picked up Feng Bin's notebook, "What do you think is good about your notebook?"

Feng Bin was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, "The story is complete?"

Feng Bin is as plain as his writing style.He was the second son in his family, and his parents didn't expect him to inherit the family business. He didn't study hard when he was young, and he didn't want to become famous through the imperial examination.The family is not rich and powerful, but a little rich is safe, and there is no big pursuit.

Writing playbooks is one of his rare hobbies, and the little showmanship "Catching the Secretary" was originally a work he practiced. At the beginning, he sold it for a few bucks, but he didn't even think that it would become a small hit.

But even so, he didn't feel conceited because of it.Because until now he didn't know how that book became popular, he just thought he was lucky.

Therefore, when Rong Le asked him bluntly about the advantages of his own writing, he couldn't answer for a while, so he could only give an answer that he thought was appropriate.

Rong Le was amused by his honest words.

He put the book aside and nodded, "You're right. But it's because the logic is too clear and the plot is so smooth that people don't have the desire to read on."

Rong Le said: "For a story, people can guess the ending after seeing the beginning, and the plot in the middle is all as expected. Do you think it will attract everyone?"

He knocked on the table, "You must have a turning point! There must be a climax!" He picked up the few sheets of paper, and turned to the place where the scholar met the woman who had been secretly helping him with housework in the middle of the story, "You see, this should have been an attraction, but you've written it so dryly."

There happened to be a table in the wing room, and Rong Le asked Zhao Er to come over with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and said to Feng Bin, "You write a new paragraph here."

Feng Bin has a gentle personality, Rong Le does not seem to be very old, and he pointed out his writing problems as soon as he came up, it stands to reason that people who are a little arrogant will not be convinced.But instead of underestimating Rong Le because of his age, he really thought about what Rong Le said.

After all, he has some aura, but although he knew that there was something wrong with his writing in the past, he couldn't find it all the time. Now that Rong Le mentioned it, he suddenly became enlightened. He picked up the brush and started to write on the paper. It didn't take long Filled a paper.

Rong Le was very satisfied with his attitude. In order to avoid disturbing the other party, he only asked Li Yuan to buy some snacks and came back. He sat aside and invited Wo Chunchi to drink tea together without speaking aloud.

When Feng Bin finished writing, Rong Le had just finished his afternoon tea.

He put down the cup in his hand and asked Zhao Er to take over Feng Bin's newly written plot and read it again.

Then the corners of his mouth twitched.

"This day, Chen Sheng pretended to be sound asleep. At midnight, he heard rustling noises in the room. He got out of bed quietly, and finally saw the beautiful woman he had never met in the study. When he found the woman, he let out a coquettish cry, and wanted to hide shyly and timidly. , but was hugged into his arms by him..."

Rong Le looked at the eyes full of "Jiao Pan", "Snow Cheek", "Blue Silk" and "Juice", and felt that the other party must have misunderstood something.

Or did he not make it clear?

What he wants to see is the plot climax, not this kind of climax!

Tremblingly, he put down the few pieces of paper and turned to look at Feng Bin.

I saw Feng Bin looking at him expectantly, as if he wanted to hear his opinion again.

Rong Le's expression was indescribable, he wished he could cover his face with his hands, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him looked thick and big-eyed, and he wasn't shy at all when he wrote about Little Yellow Mosquito, he could even be called hearty and full of meaty fragrance.

Fortunately, he has read a lot of heavy oral texts in modern times, and he didn't show an inappropriate mood because of these few pieces of paper.

He hesitated for a moment, but still felt that praise should be the main focus, "It's well written, but we need to continue to refine it."

He looked embarrassed, and sighed helplessly in his heart. It seemed that he was going to go all the way to the dark in his love affair.Whether it is the spring X map Zhao Er found or the little yellow mosquito written by Feng Bin, they are actually the same.

It can be said that this kind of culture is also loved by the people.Otherwise, how could the shopkeeper maintain the bookstore's expenses for so many years with a few spring pictures?

He made a contract with Feng Bin to write at least one book every month from now on, with a monthly fee of one tael, and if the story is published and printed, he will get a profit for every book sold.

Feng Bin didn't expect the treatment to be so good, and he wanted to refuse at first, but he waved his hand, "This month's money is enough, so I don't need to give me any more share." He just felt ashamed.

Rongle could see that the other party was sincere, and he didn't want to refuse or welcome, so he didn't want to take advantage of this honest man, so he settled down anyway.

Feng Bin originally regarded writing stories as a hobby, and he was very happy to be able to make money unexpectedly.I just feel that the money is too much and a bit hot.

Rong Le first sent half a month's monthly money in advance, and then asked Feng Bin to take the book back and revise it, expanding it to [-] words, and explaining to him in advance, "I don't know how to release water. The place will definitely let you continue to change, just don’t get annoyed.”

Feng Bin nodded again and again, happily left with the book in one hand and the silver in the other.

Only then did Rongle finally set his sights on Wo Chunchi.

This person kept his head down, making it difficult for people to see his face clearly. He was originally thin and small, but when he shrunk down like this, his sense of existence suddenly became extremely low.

It was only when there were only a few people left in the room that he finally appeared.

This man didn't seem very courageous. He raised his eyes and took a sneak peek at Rong Le, then lowered his head again, because Rong Le saw his face at that moment.

Much younger than expected, she looks only in her twenties, logically speaking, it is a good time to take part in the imperial examination.

Rong Le thought of asking this, but the other party gave a wry smile.

Seeing Wo Chunchi raised his head and turned half of his face away, Rongle discovered that there was a cyan birthmark on the left half of the other's face covered by his hair.

Wo Chunchi said: "Even if I go to the imperial examination with my face, there is no way out."

The selection of candidates for the imperial examination pays attention to "bodily speech and written judgment". The body must be upright, the speech must be well-behaved, the calligraphy must be beautiful in regular script, and the judgment must be excellent in literature and science.In other words, even if the cursive is excellent, but when it comes to the interview stage, if you don't look good, you will be rejected directly.

Wo Chunchi is not bad looking, but with this birthmark, the interview will definitely be difficult.

Wo Chunchi said again: "I lost my father since I was young, and I was brought up by my mother. Now my mother is not in good health, and I have no skills. Fortunately, I can read a few words. I can only show off my writing skills to see if I can make money." Some medical money."

The people Zhao Er found were all acquaintances on this street, and the situation of each family can be clearly understood by casually inquiring.

Rong Le didn't think Wo Chunchi dared to lie, but being able to say such a thing in front of him meant that the other party was not as harmless as he showed.

Probably because he saw his attitude towards Feng Bin and thought that telling the truth would win him favor, so he told all about his family situation.

But it doesn't matter, Rongle doesn't mind that his subordinates have their own little thoughts, as long as they don't get distracted.

Cleverness is smart when used well, but stupid when used poorly.

He picked up Wo Chunchi's book and flipped through it again, but he still felt that the writing was jerky and the plot didn't make sense, only a good word was pleasing to the eye.

He spoke mercilessly this time, and said directly: "Your book has nothing to recommend it."

Wo Chunchi's face was a little pale, but there were no major mood swings, Rong Le nodded secretly in his heart, in a good mood, so he said again: "But I was looking for someone who had never written a script, so you are qualified. "

Wo Chunchi pursed his lips, and then said in a low voice: "Sir, you probably want someone to write a playbook."

As the old scholar who was satirized said, he is just a novice and doesn't know much about playbooks, so he just borrowed a few books and copied them mechanically according to other people's genres.

If Rong Le really wanted a good script, he should find someone with experience instead of keeping him.

And according to Rongle's previous conversation with Feng Bin, he already had some guesses about it, but he was not sure yet.

Rong Le didn't want to hide it, so he nodded happily, and said to him, "Since you are weak in setting the plot, then make use of your strengths and avoid your weaknesses."

He took out a stack of paper from his sleeve and handed it over, "You can expand and write according to the brief description above, the character setting and background are already listed, you just need to fill in the details."

Wo Chunchi took the paper and opened it, with surprise in his eyes.This is clearly something like a program!The above has already listed various settings, no matter how big or small, the story is complete enough, he just needs to expand accordingly.

And it wasn't too difficult for him.

The contract that Rong Le signed with him was a little different from that of Feng Bin, the commission was half a cent less, and Wo Chunchi knew why.

Feng Bin wrote the story according to his own heart, Rongle only needs to make suggestions and add more attractive places from it. In the final analysis, it is Feng Bin's own creation.

And he basically expanded and wrote according to the outline given to him by Rong Le, and he didn't need to use too much brain to complete it.

But even so, it was a lot of money for him.

Leaving aside the so-called commission, the one tael of silver per month is enough for him to find a good doctor for his mother, grab a few medicines, and take good care of his body.

He thanked Rong Le and left with the stack of outlines.

So only our own people were left in the wing room.

Rong Le finally didn't have to straighten his back anymore, pretending to be a son of a noble family, and lazily spread it on the chair.

Rong Le was quite satisfied with finding two suitable people within a day.

On the contrary, Zhao Er felt a bit heartbroken, and had not earned any money, so he gave it away several taels first.He and the shopkeeper can almost make this money by doing a single "business".

Rong Le looked at him with mournful eyebrows, felt funny, and asked him, "Are you still doing the business before?"

Zhao Erdao: "I do it every three to five times. Now our bookstore has a lot of people. I'm afraid that if the news spreads, it will attract officials."

Rong Le nodded, "Although there is more income from renting books now, don't cut off the contacts you have saved."

He didn't say this clearly, but Zhao Er could hear the meaning behind his words as soon as he turned his mind, and immediately assured him that he was not afraid of hardship or tiredness, and would definitely continue to work hard for the profit of the store.

Then he secretly stuffed Rong Le with a painting album.

Rong Le watched him winking, but reluctantly accepted.

On the way back home, Rong Le took out the painting album on the carriage and looked through it.His identity is not a secret, so the painting album Zhao Er gave him is mainly about Long Yang.

It's just that this time it's much more refined than last time, it's actually a full-color page version, the characters on it are lifelike, their expressions are clear, and even their clothes and body lines are all fine.

Rong Le took a look at it and quickly put it away.

For a moment, my heart was pounding.

He couldn't help sighing, speaking of it, the pictures had a greater impact on people.He saw that Feng Bin's little yellow mosquito could not change his face, but it couldn't do it with this thing.

Back in the house, it happened that Wan Chengzheng was not there, so Rong Le quickly put the painting album in the bedside cabinet, and put it together with the original one.

His day was full of ups and downs. Seeing that his career was finally on the right track, he was so excited that he quickly took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and decided to make a plan for his future business plans.

So when Wan Chengzheng returned to the room, what he saw was Rong Le's writing.

Wan Chengzheng only knew that Rongle did not know what was wrong these days, he didn't even go shopping in the yard, and just kept writing in the room all day long.

He picked it up out of curiosity and looked at it a few times, Rong Le didn't stop him, but he could only tell that it was something like a playbook.

He said at that time: "You leave these things to the idlers in the mansion to write, you don't need to write them yourself."

These days, whenever the family has some spare money, they will support their own theater troupe in the house, and even some wealthy families will support more than one troupe in order to show their financial resources.I usually listen to music when I have nothing to do, or order people to come out to perform when I invite people.If you sing well, you have to appreciate it, and if you can be praised by the guests, the host will also be proud of himself.

Duan Wangfu will naturally not lag behind others.

Although Duan Wang is a prince who is not a vassal, he is under house arrest in the capital, but his vassal land has not been taken back by the Holy Majesty, and the annual tribute from the vassal land is not a small amount.

Therefore, the theater troupe he raised is second to none in the capital.

For these nobles, actors are like playthings, and they will not lower their status to mix with each other.

Wan Chengzheng only thought that Rong Le was young and was not taken seriously in the Changxing Hou Mansion, so he didn't understand these things, so he reminded her.

Rong Le said, "I'm just making an outline, and I don't want to write it myself."

Rongle knew his strengths well. He was good at writing copywriting, but it was a bit difficult to write novels. At least he couldn't make thousands of changes a day and keep writing.

This would be easy in modern times with computers, but in ancient times it was a real effort.

Wan Chengzheng also knew that he had nothing to do when he stayed in the small courtyard every day, and he just thought it was written by him to pass the time, so he mentioned it once and never said it again.

Two days ago, when he saw that Rong Le had finally resumed his original schedule, he thought that this period had finally passed, but unexpectedly it started again today.

He couldn't help but said, "Have you written to Mrs. Hou recently?"

Rong Le is immersed in his business ambitions, his mind is full of money flying around, listening to Wan Chengzheng's words seems to be too far away.As soon as his mind was broken, the tip of the pen in his hand stopped, and a dot of ink dripped on the paper.

He let out a "ah" before he came back to his senses, quickly put the pen aside, and then picked up the white paper stained with ink.

The paper in Duanwang's mansion is the best white Xuan, the tentacles are smooth and soft, the ink marks are too big, piercing through several layers of paper.Such stained paper can no longer be used. Rongle felt sorry for the things, and felt that it would be a waste to just throw them away, so she put them aside and thought they could be used to practice calligraphy.

After finally tossing the table, he asked back, "What did you say?"

It turned out that he didn't hear what Wan Chengzheng said just now.

Wan Chengzheng always treated him differently, so he repeated it in a good-tempered manner.

Rong Le slapped his head, realizing that he had forgotten such an important matter, so he quickly picked up his pen and began to write a letter to Mrs. Hou.

There was an incident with the Liu family earlier, and according to Rong Analysis, although Mrs. Hou didn't say anything about him publicly, she had a bad temper during that time in the mansion.Fortunately, the second wife is a man of duty. Ever since Rong Le got married, she has stayed in her yard every day, never leaving the gate or stepping through the second door, so that Mrs. Hou can't find fault even if she wants to find trouble.

What's more, Mrs. Hou's natal family had an accident at that time, so she was naturally busy and was reprimanded by Changxing Hou.

After all, the Marquis of Changxing's mansion is related to the Liu family, the Liu family lost face, and the Marquis of Changxing also lost face.

Marquis Changxing has a soft personality. In the past, Mrs. Hou covered the sky with one hand and was domineering, but once Mrs. Hou got angry, even Mrs. Hou would stay away.

After all, in this era, the husband is the guide for the wife, no matter how aggressive Mrs. Hou is, she still has to give her husband some face.

For this reason, Mrs. Hou has been relatively quiet during this period, and it is rare that she has no time to trouble Rong Le and Rong Xi.

Rong Le is happy to see the success of this, but he also knows that when Mrs. Hou turns around, she will definitely come back with revenge.

She didn't dare to show her teeth to Prince Duan, and she couldn't do anything to Rong Le, a married woman, but it's not easy to clean up a concubine's room in the house?

Therefore, Rong Le could only treat Madam Hou more submissively, to show that the whole matter had nothing to do with him, but the son felt that he had lost face, so he taught the Liu family a lesson.

In the letter, Rong Le kept her posture very low. Not only did she follow Mrs. Hou's instructions, she wrote down Wan Chengzheng's daily itinerary in the palace in detail, but she also pointed out that although she was married to He married the son, but the son has no affection for him.

It was only later that he heard about the cause and effect of the Liu family. The prince had not disclosed the news to him, so he could not pass the news to Mrs. Hou in advance, nor could he stop the prince.

Rong Le found that his ability to make up nonsense was increasing day by day, such a letter full of nonsense could make him write both sensational and sad, as if he was so sad and painful because he failed to help Mrs. Hou.

But when he thought about it again, he wasn't lying.

He really didn't know what Wan Chengzheng was doing behind the scenes, nor did he know what kind of power Wan Chengzheng had in his hands.

As for the matter about the Liu family, Wan Chengzheng only mentioned one thing to him, or after he met Rong Xi later, Rong Xi explained the ins and outs of the whole matter to him.

The only lie is probably the final apology and regret, Rong Le has to admit that when he knew it, he was happy when he knew it, and it was because Rong Analysis was in front of him that he could barely hold back and didn't roll all over the floor with laughter.

He doesn't mind showing his incompetence in front of Madam Hou, because in Madam Hou's eyes, he is useless.

This is what he learned from Wan Chengzheng.

Everyone thought that Wan Chengzheng had given up on himself and been moody since the injury, so Wan Chengzheng showed them all for everyone to see.

Obviously disability is a fatal shortcoming for him, but Wan Chengzheng took advantage of this feature in turn.

He made everyone no longer focus on himself, so that he had the opportunity to cultivate his own dark power.

And his uncertainty has become a good excuse for him to find trouble.After all, this is something everyone knows.

Just like the case of the Liu family, except for Rong Le's somewhat skeptical analysis, even Mrs. Hou would not be suspicious of his words.

Because Wan Chengzheng might tear off the Liu family's face and throw it on the ground because of Liu Quan's disrespect towards him.

The less valued a person is, the less he can tolerate others' contempt for him.

The embarrassing thing is that the Liu family didn't dare to provoke Wan Chengzheng in the same way.

Not only because of Wan Chengzhengduan's status as the son of the prince, but also because he has the Queen Mother as the backer behind him, and this is someone the Liu family, which relies on the favored concubine, can't afford to provoke.

It was also because Rong Le was bored at home that he pondered these things over and over again.

And the more he thought about it, the more he admired Wan Chengzheng.

Wan Chengzheng almost killed the protagonist Gong Shou in the original work, and everything he did had a purpose, rather than being aimless.

That's why Rong Le didn't think that Wan Chengzheng was just venting his anger on Liu's family.

This man is so wise that he is close to a monster, and almost every step he takes takes everyone's thoughts into account.

Rong Le only felt fortunate that he was on Wan Chengzheng's side, otherwise he might not know how he died.

And after thinking about this, and reflecting on his actions after coming to this world, he actually regretted being too sharp at the poetry meeting.

He is different from Rong Xi, Rong Xi needs to show his excellence to win over some helpers, but his path from the very beginning is different from Rong Xi's.

His only ally is Wan Chengzheng, and he doesn't need to seek help from others.

As long as he can get Wan Chengzheng's blessing, that's enough.

But his performance at the poetry meeting attracted the attention of Rong Jinxian and Wan Chengdai, which was not a good thing for him.

Fortunately, Rong Jinxian said, after all, he had lived with the original owner for so many years, so he would not feel that the original owner was reborn because of this incident, and would pose a threat to him.

But Wan Chengdai is different, he and Rong Le have never met, and only heard of Rong Le from Rong Jinxian's mouth, if he thinks that he is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, it will be troublesome.

Since then, whenever Wan Chengdai had a party, he would definitely send posts to Rong Le. Although he used to invite Wan Chengzheng to go there from time to time, but now he seems more attentive, but Rongle doesn't need Wan Chengzheng to ask. Refused.

Wan Chengdai persevered, and sometimes even "ran into" Rongle in the garden of the palace. Rongle couldn't stand this person, so he had to either stay in the small courtyard, or go out to meet Rong Xi, trying to avoid meeting him. arrive.

His actions naturally caught Wan Chengzheng's eyes. Prince Duan's attitude towards this younger brother had always been resigned, but this time his mentality was a little different.

Wan Chengzheng wrote a letter in his own hand and ordered Qu Yuan to send it to the Qu family's residence.

This is the first time for Rong Le to see Wan Chengzheng contacting others. He was a little curious, and Wan Chengzheng said casually: "Recently, the capital city has been severely cracked down. I will find something for my cousin to do."

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