Accidentally bent the hero [Transmigration Book]

Zhong Xue patted her head to wake up a little bit, and when she lowered her head, her whole face was convulsed again.

His underwear was clearly worn last night, but now not only is his chest wide open, but a section of his left shoulder has slid down, exposing most of his shoulders, and even his underwear is baggy, as if he had fought a battle in the middle of the night.

Zhong Xue was deeply suspicious, and raised her hand to check again and again. After confirming that it was her body, she asked the system: "What happened last night?"

[System: The room was too dark to see clearly. 】

Zhong Xue was confused for a while, then listened to the system.

[As of now, the host's image value has totaled 255 points, and after being reviewed by the host, it has been confirmed that it is correct, and has been given the title - [High Style and Bright Festival], do you want to wear it? 】

"Of course!" This is much better than the previous [Man looks like a dog].

[Beep——the host has been given the title [High Virtue and Brightness]. When others see the host, they will get the impression that they are more elegant and have extraordinary integrity.Note: Wearing this title will trigger a hidden impression - abstinence. 】

"Stop!" Zhong Xue stopped, "Why do you still have hidden impressions? It wasn't like this before, and what the hell is abstinence?"

[[High-spirited and bright-hearted] is not on the same level as [Human looks like a dog], it's normal to be different. 】

It seems to make some sense... But why is this hidden impression so strange?

[The image value of the host has exceeded 100 points, and now a new method is used to unlock the gold coins - it can be used for the financial circulation of the host according to the exchange rule of 100 gold coins = 1 penny. 】

"..." Zhong Xue couldn't put it into words, "Tong'er, do I need to remind you that my father is the richest man in the Zhou Dynasty?"

No matter where Zhong Xue goes in Dazhou, as long as he announces his name, he will have enough food and drink, will he be short of money?

[The moon has its ups and downs, and people have their misfortunes and blessings. It is true that you are rich today, but you may be a pauper living outside tomorrow. 】

Although the words are reasonable, they are good, why should he be left outside?

Interrupted by System [-], all doubts about last night were completely forgotten.

Zhong Xue dressed and got out of bed, and asked Xu Xiaoqing to register the erotic pictures hidden under the floor and move them all to the courtyard.

If the old ones don't go, the new ones won't come.There is only a big square inch of space under the floor, and it can't hold too many books. Besides, Zhong Xueye has read these books many times, and the aftertaste has long been rotten, so they take up space and simply sell them as scraps, and they can be exchanged for them. A few candied haws to eat.

Mr. Song had something to do today, so he gave them a day off, so Zhong Xue took the time to deal with it.

The old book collector took out a bald pen holder from the small wooden box on the donkey cart, and wrote it down on the corner of the book while chanting: "There are 310 books in total, including 110 books of pure love, elegant Fengyue 310 two books, one book one tael of silver, a total of 320 eight taels, wipe out zero, and you will be [-] taels."

After memorizing it, the old man took out an old abacus with several beads missing from his bag. He looked very serious, and flicked the beads in his hand: "Yes, it's 320 taels."

"What?!" Xu Xiaoqing, who was carrying books on the donkey cart, could tell that something was wrong, and with a bang, he threw a stack of bundled books onto the decaying board, creating a puff of earthy smoke: "Master , Is your mouth bald? Are you sure it’s not 320 wen, but 320 taels?”

The old man whose professional ability was questioned blew his beard, bent his index finger like dry wood, and clicked on the rotten wooden sign hanging on the donkey's neck - [Fair price, no deception]: "Old man The three generations of my ancestors have collected junk, and their reputation is guaranteed, can they still deceive you?"

Zhong Xue was drinking tea. Hearing this, she almost smirked at the hereditary old man who collects rags. If the three generations of ancestors used this method of collecting rags, the coffin would not be bad enough!

And what is the concept of 320 taels?Buy a piece of real estate with good Fengshui in the outskirts of the city, and the rest is enough to eat and drink for the rest of your life. How can a shriveled old man driving an old donkey and a broken wooden cart that is about to fall apart have so much money?Selling him and his broken car is not worth so much!

Zhong Xue wiped her mouth and tried to maintain a smile: "Dare to ask, master, how much can you earn from collecting old books this trip?"

"How much is the compensation..." Xu Xiaoqing said.

Unexpectedly, the old man shook his finger, and said calmly: "I am a businessman, how can I do a loss-making business? Don't hide it from the concubine, after this business, we will earn this amount."

The old man proudly held out three fingers.

Zhong Xue speculated: "Three taels?"

This is already a high guess.

The old man shook his head: "300 taels, this is still a conservative calculation."

"Is it so profitable to collect trash? I want to do it too!" Xu Xiaoqing became restless.

Hearing that someone wanted to steal his job, the old man quickly said: "No, no, our business is still a small business, and we only make a lot of money occasionally. Usually, there is really nothing lucrative."

After sending the old man away, Zhong Xue weighed the 300 taels of silver, wondering why something was wrong, and just as she was puzzled, a strong smell of spices penetrated her nostrils.

Turning around, Zhong Xue was startled. Brother Duan is a handsome nine-foot straight man, why does he look like a coquettish bitch?

"What's the smell on you?" Zhong Xue stretched out her hand and slapped her nose.

Liang Duan frowned, and said coldly: "The servant smoked his clothes too much."

Zhong Xue smiled dryly, and thought that this was not only a bit of an exaggeration, it was clearly the strong aroma of the sauce that had just been pickled in a spice vat.

"What, it doesn't smell good?" Liang Duan frowned even deeper.

Zhong Xue nodded honestly: "It's too strong, and I feel dizzy after smelling it."

Liang Duan's complexion was not very good for a moment, Zhong Xue thought that what she said was too direct and hurt his face, so she quickly changed the topic and casually brought up the matter of selling erotic pictures at a high price just now.

In the afternoon, Zhong Xue went back to the dormitory to take a nap. Liang Duan called Butler Zhang to the study, closed the doors and windows, and said with a serious face, "What kind of broken trick is this? It doesn't work at all!"

In the morning, Liang Duan sent spies to Ninghou's mansion to report that Ningchang would bathe and burn incense whenever he favored Nanchong.

Liang Duan did the same thing, first he almost smoked himself to death, and then he was disgusted by Zhong Xue, so he was naturally angry.

Butler Zhang wiped off his sweat: "The old slave said earlier that the concubine Shizi didn't like this kind of thing, so you insist..."

"Blame me?" Liang Duan asked coldly.

A cold look passed over him, and Steward Zhang immediately changed his words: "No, no, how can you blame the prince, if you want to blame it, you can also blame the son of Ninghou, he is the one who led the prince astray."

"The more you talk, the more annoying it gets, so let's not talk about it." Liang Duan waved his hand: "How is the situation in Lingnan?"

Butler Zhang lowered his voice: "Not too good. It is said that the refugees have no food and there have been several riots. They also said that a group of refugees escaped overnight and are heading towards the capital."

"If refugees enter Beijing, it will inevitably cause panic. If the disaster relief fails, it will cause public anger. It is a hot potato." Liang Duan rubbed his brows, "Where is King Liang?"

Steward Zhang: "Since King Liang went to the border, the Western Regions have followed the original plan and maintained the strategy of fighting without fighting. King Liang was very angry and even thought of a strong attack, but was dismissed by the other generals. "

"But..." Steward Zhang paused, "But the Western Regions side is still a little impetuous, and they haven't given up their intentions to start a real war."

"War? Is he dreaming?" Liang Duan's eyes turned cold, and he smiled: "I reminded him a long time ago, if he dares to disturb the people on the frontier, I will lead my troops to drive them westward for three hundred miles. Another three hundred miles, so, don't say you want to ask me to reopen the exchange market in Dazhou, let's first calculate when they will die."

Liang Duan's gaze was wrong, and he accidentally landed on the Fengyue Erotic Palace under the copybook: "Have you moved everything back?"

Butler Zhang was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, and nodded with a smile: "I have moved back, and they are locked in the warehouse in the backyard. No one is allowed to approach without the order of the prince. The 300 taels agreed in advance are also given. When paying money from the cashier, it is recorded as paper purchases, and the bills are very flat, and others can’t see the tricks.”

"No one saw it?" Liang Duan was worried because it was too shameful.

"Our people made a special trip around the back door when we were doing business, and no one saw it." Butler Zhang said with a smile, "One more thing, I heard from the servant in the concubine's room that the concubine is going to go shopping in the street after a nap. Want to accompany?"

Liang Duan hesitated for a while, and said proudly, "Reluctantly".

Going out in the afternoon, Liang Duan changed his clothes, still in black and black robe, but the coquettish and bitch smell on his body was gone.

After walking half the street, Zhong Xue didn't buy much, but...

Liang Duan looked at the tiger-like cat puppet in his left hand, and then at the rabbit puppet in his right hand: "Can you buy some normal things?"

Zhong Xue wrote her horoscope and handed it to the fortune teller. Hearing this, she turned her head and asked in a daze, "Why is it abnormal?"

"After shopping for so long, I only bought a cat and a rabbit, is this normal?" Liang Duan said impatiently.

Zhong Xue scratched her temples, and pointed at the top of the puppet "Little Cat" embarrassedly: "Word is written here, it's not a cat, it's a little tiger."

Liang Duan was stunned, raised the puppet in his left hand and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see anything like a tiger.

The fortune teller raised his head and looked at Liang Duan curiously, just in time to meet Liang Duan's gaze, and before he could retract his head, he was severely beaten.

"Xie Gua! I have no words on my face, what do you think I am doing?"

Liang Duan's tone was so cruel that the cowardly fortune teller's hand, which was holding a pen to explain the hexagram, suddenly shook and drew a line on the paper.

"Can you do it? If you can't, then change someone." Liang Duan's eyes drifted to the fortune-telling booth next door. Before he could speak, the fortune-teller next door hurriedly ran to the side holding the banner of "If it doesn't work, you don't need money" and said: "I...I'm not working, don't look for me."

"If it doesn't work, you dare to put up a sign to show off, who is it?" Liang Duan gave him a contemptuous look.

The fortune teller wiped off his sweat, and asked Zhong Xue weakly: "What is a son? Marriage...children or destiny?"

Before Zhong Xue could answer, Liang Duan hung the little tiger around his waist and said, "How can a man have children with a man? Naturally, it is considered a marriage."

Zhong Xue: "..."