Everyone read the script except me [Transmigration Book]

Yan Wujiu doesn't care what those people think, he only knows that he can do whatever he wants, and no one can control him.

On the night of the crown ceremony, Yan Wujiu lay on the bed before going to bed as usual and flipped through the scriptures.

He remembered very clearly that the book with a light cyan cover, painted with blue hydrangeas, and only wrote "Yan Qingdu" was placed on the top of the book, and it was easy to grab.

Books with gaudy words were explicitly banned by the magistrate of Yan County, so all the productions made a fuss about the fragrance and elegance, and the most important thing was the cover.It is the most common to be named after the name of the word brand.

Because Yan Wujiu's famous name is Yan Qingdu, which happens to have the same name as "Yan Qingdu", so there is a pun.

In the early days, there were many books named after "Yan Qingdu", but later everyone followed suit, so it didn't look special, so everyone found a new way, and gradually they didn't use it.

Therefore, when he casually picked up the storybook, Yan Wujiu didn't feel anything strange, he just felt that the book was quite thin, not thick at all.

It's like saying that the protagonist of this story has a short life, and a few pages are enough to say it all.

He turned to the first page.

After experiencing the baptism of many story books, the beginning of this story book is quite satisfactory, extremely dull, and has no attraction at all.

Yan Wujiu's face was expressionless, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, even if he slandered him in private, he would not change his vicious nature.

He snorted lightly, thinking: How stupid is this man, is he new here?He actually used the golden first page to write a big book about Yan Wujiu's life in detail.

His father is the county magistrate of Qingyuan, he is the son of the county magistrate, and his grandfather's family is an imperial merchant.

This is something that all audiences in the story are familiar with. No one in Qingyuan County knows who Yan Wujiu is, and what else is there to say?

It's like a book that teaches people how to cook. At the beginning, it takes the trouble to explain what vegetables are and how vegetables are grown... It's too rushing.What's more, Yan Wujiu is particularly impatient.

No wonder this storybook is so thin, it probably won't last.

Yan Wujiu didn't even read the first page carefully. After all, no one knows his life better than Yan Wujiu himself, so he glanced at it and turned to the last page.

Seeing this, Yan Wujiu's eyes widened involuntarily, and then narrowed slightly.

On the last page it reads——

【In a world of ice and snow, Yan Wujiu, who was dressed in black, lay quietly on the snow, with blood spilling from the corners of his pale lips.The eyes that lost all their luster were slowly closed by the man's hand.

Not long after, news of Yan Wujiu's death reached the ears of those involved.

The number one god catcher in the world said softly: "You can let it go, the villain who raped and killed Ah Yue is already dead."]

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died?Rape and murder?

Is that what he meant?Isn't it wrong?

Yan Wujiu smiled, the smile was gorgeous at first, and then the eyes full of smiles revealed a ray of fierceness in an instant.

If it wasn't for the dead of night, he would really like to have a personal discussion with that writer who is bold, imaginative and eclectic.

Ask him, how did a man who didn't commit suicide do such a feat of rape and murder?

Yes, Yan Wujiu has a secret that only the two elders of the Yan family know, and this secret is—Yan Wujiu doesn't reveal it.

Mrs. Yan is an old woman, the husband and wife are not suitable for childbearing, so they forced to give birth to Yan Wujiu, which brought hidden dangers from the womb.

Yan Wujiu said before that he would discuss with the writer, this is also an angry nonsense, after all Yan Wujiu would never let anyone know about this kind of thing.

If it wasn't for the purpose of covering up this fatal flaw, he wouldn't have allowed others to use him to write his storybook at will, and he was keen to make himself a fucking Ximen Qing person.No matter how much the two elders of the Yan family doted on him, they would never turn a blind eye to this matter and never ask him face to face.

Yan Wujiu's temper came quickly, and he calmed down quickly, and he was indifferent in a blink of an eye.

Throwing the story book to the side of the table, Yan Wujiu took the other ones and opened them to read, and fell asleep after reading a few pages.

When he got up the next day, Yan Wujiu was still thinking about taking the story book and looking for the bad luck of the culprit, but he couldn't find it anyway.

Ask about the boy who brought the book, but he has no impression of having this book.

The servant smiled and said, "Master, are you sleepy? Even if they had the guts to be ambitious, they wouldn't curse you with such an arrangement."

He used "wouldn't" instead of "dare not".

Yes, to put it cruelly, Yan Wujiu has a sinister and vengeful personality, with a bad temper and a vicious mouth. Really good.

Even if those gangster friends in the dandy yamen are half-deadly pissed off by him and swear that they will never serve this idiot again, they will act as if nothing happened and come to play with him again as if nothing had happened.

It's so confusing, even they themselves laugh at themselves, blaming them for being too cheap and not abusive.

Yan Wujiu thought about all the people who had trouble with him, and wanted to preliminarily screen the suspects.

However, this list is too long, even Yan Wujiu himself doesn't know how many people he has offended, just like he doesn't know how many stars there are in the sky, so he just gave up.

After thinking about it, these scriptures will eventually be published no matter what, Yan Wujiu simply stood still for a few days and observed it calmly.

However, there is no such book anywhere on the market.

Strange, did he really drink too much that night and dream?

After the coronation ceremony, there were other things to be busy with, Yan Wujiu followed his mother back to his grandfather's house, so he put aside the story for now.

In the whole family, only the grandfather was willing to sullen his face when facing Yan Wujiu, but it was also a matter of deep love and responsibility.

Now that he is crowned as an adult, the old man will definitely invite him in front of him and carefully instruct him to make contributions.It's best to follow his uncles and cousins ​​to do things and learn their skills. It's good to inherit the business of the imperial family, or donate a part-time job to follow his father's official career.Don't waste your time and go astray.

Yan Wujiu is no longer lawless, after all, he has been taught by the court since childhood, facing the old man who is dedicated to him, even if he pretends, he has to pretend to be an obedient, filial son and grandson.The old man was coaxed so that he didn't look serious on the face, but he was very happy in private.

When Yan Wujiu came back to Qingyuan County, more than half a year had passed, and he didn't think of the script for the first time.

Then, it was that fateful day.

On that day, Yan Wujiu finally returned to the life of the second-generation ancestor who wasted time and had nothing to do. He brought along the well-known cold and quiet gentleman in Nanfeng Building, his beauties and his servants, and a group of people traveled along the banks of the Sishui River. , Enjoying flowers and outings.

At that time, it was the spring day when the willows and warblers were singing and the flowers on both sides of the river were in full bloom.

There is a grove of locust trees scattered on the shore, with clusters of star-white and pure locust flowers. The sweet and fresh fragrance of flowers fluctuates from far and near, which makes people move their index fingers.

The cold and aloof young man looked stubborn and unyielding, playing the harp as if no one else was around, and singing a ditty that Yan Wujiu didn't quite understand.

The spring breeze on the river bank is warm, and the jade bottles are mellow and nectar, which should be very pleasant, but Yan Wujiu's mood is irritable and unhappy for no reason.

With a cold face, he just drank without saying a word.

The people next to him were used to his sudden temper like a snake spirit, so they teased the cold and quiet beauty without saying a word, hoping that the stubborn and embarrassing expression of the other party could divert Yan Wujiu.

At that moment, someone among them suddenly let out an exclamation, pointed forward and was speechless.

The rest of the people followed the man's line of sight, even Yan Wujiu raised his eyelashes and subconsciously glanced at him.

I saw, above the vast and vast Sishui, a ginger-red figure appeared at some point, and Lingbo stepped on the water.

Don't look at Yan Wujiu and his gang of playboys who usually fight chickens and run dogs, doing nothing, but they are not some white-faced youngsters who have no power to restrain the chickens. They talk to the heroes of the rivers and lakes in this legend, and they are very yearning .

After all, he is poor and rich in martial arts, and his family also hired a martial artist to teach him for several years.As for what to learn, that is secondary.

Among this group of people, Yan Wujiu is the only one with the highest martial arts skills, how about leading this group of dudes?

However, they have only seen it in the story books, and they all thought it was an exaggeration.At this moment, I was caught off guard for the first time and saw Zhenzhen, and my eyes widened immediately, and I stood there in a daze.

It turns out that the masters of the rivers and lakes written in the storybook actually exist?

Yan Wujiu was also taken aback, his eyes were slightly strange.

His feelings were even deeper. After all, he had lived in modern times for more than 20 years. Among other things, at least nine years of compulsory education had not been forgotten. He could not help thinking about gravity, Newtonian mechanics, and various deceptions approaching science. .

When they were in a daze, the ginger-red figure had already crossed the river bank, and the footsteps lightly landed among the broken rocks on the bank.

Everyone couldn't help opening their eyes wide, only to see that it was a young monk.

The corners of the ginger-red monk's robe would be particularly conspicuous if they were stained with water, but the corners of this man's clothes were clean, and there seemed to be no watermark left on the soles of his shoes.

The crowd couldn't help but marvel more, but held their breath inexplicably and did not dare to make a sound. The quail seemed to be obediently still, only following the movement of the man's eyes.

Even Yan Wujiu couldn't help but take a second look.

From this look, it was found that the monk's demeanor was calm and introverted, with a solemn and solemn aura.Under the ginger-red monk's robe, he has a strong physique, as if trying to break through the shackles of the rules and regulations.

Perhaps it was because of this that the monk's robe was not strictly dressed, and the thick beads on the neck seemed to have followed him for a long time, polished as bright as pearls, hanging down against the honey-colored chest.

The lines of the muscles where the beads touched slightly bulged, as if they contained terrifying power.However, that power is pure and restrained, not outward.Just as the lines of the muscles are smooth and perfect, not exaggerated, but pleasing to the eye.

The monk was aware of Yan Wujiu's group's gaze, but he turned a blind eye to them, a group of rich and powerful children who were having fun.He walked to the river in a calm manner, washed his hands and face without anyone else, and washed off the dust and sweat from the journey.

Drops of water and sweat flow along the honey-colored texture, hiding all the way, showing the solemnity of extreme abstinence and restraint.

When the monk walked towards the river, everyone could see his face clearly.

The monk was unexpectedly handsome, with a full sky, distinct browbones, and a firm chin.The line from the center of the eyebrows to the bridge of the nose is perfect, and the bridge of the nose is straight and straight.His lips were pursed tightly, looking a bit cold and decisive.

Such a person with a sharp appearance and a calm and restrained demeanor, if he is not dressed as a monk with ring marks on his head, he is indeed a monk who has been shaved for a long time, and he really has a bit of indescribable dignity .

At some point, the cold and stubborn Qing Dynasty official stopped playing the harp and stopped singing.Even though there were so many people by the river, the air fell into a strange and inexplicable silence.

It was so quiet that I could only hear the spring breeze blowing through the locust trees on the bank, and the flowers and leaves were swaying and fragrant.The water was gurgling, moved by those hands, and dripped from his fingers.And, Yan Wujiu didn't care about the stagnant atmosphere around him, and he poured the wine himself.

The wine that Yan Wujiu drank was naturally a high-quality wine worth thousands of dollars, and his voice was long and clear. In such a stagnant and quiet atmosphere, the voice was so obvious that even the monk subconsciously glanced at him.

While pouring the wine, Yan Wujiu tilted his head slightly to the side and looked at the man, and the two happened to meet their eyes at that moment.

Yan Wujiu pursed his lips, smiled meaninglessly, his eyes drifted away casually, always disheartened and lacking in interest, as if no one would pay attention to the mockery.It's better to frown slightly when looking at the wine bottle that I accidentally filled, which is more vivid and sincere.

He flexed his fingers, and frivolously flicked the exquisite jade bottle with his slender fingers soaked in wine, and splashed some wine on his fingers.Those pretty fingers are more conspicuous than this jade bottle of sake, making the wine even more expensive.

In this situation, if another person does it, it will make people want to suck it carefully.But this was Yan Wujiu, who was vicious and narrow-minded, everyone just thought of Amitabha Buddha, rubbing their noses and turning their heads involuntarily.

No one noticed, only the monk did not look away.

Yan Wujiu didn't notice this, he was used to doing things in his own way, acting entirely on his own emotions.Therefore, I also feel that everything should exist according to his will.

If he is not happy, the people around him will be nothing more than a background with blurred faces, not as good as the notes issued by a harp.

With such a state of mind, Yan Wujiu frowned and took a snow-white cloth towel to wipe his hands, while saying that sentence indifferently, after countless hours of thinking about it, he couldn't help but press his chest and want to hit the wall with the stupid words.

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