"Get out!"

At this moment, a voice like a hellish Shura came from his side.

Nangong Beiche was shocked by that fierce momentum, his body trembled, and he raised his head tremblingly, just in front of God Jiuchen's eyes that were as terrifying as black holes.

"Emperor...... Emperor Prince...... Under just ......"

He knew that Emperor Jiuchen was the apprentice of the principal of the Killing Cang Academy, and his cultivation was against the sky. Nangong Beiche didn't even dare to look at Emperor Jiuchen.

"I can't even protect my wife and children, useless waste!"

Di Jiuchen glanced at Nangong Beiche with an extremely disdainful look, and said, "Solve your own problems by yourself, don't bother Lou Yue." ”

Nangong Beiche's face was pale, and his lips lost their bloody color.

He didn't dare to speak, he didn't dare to argue, he just lowered his head again and stubbornly knelt.

"Lou Yue-" Yin Xi looked unbearable.

"Mrs. Yin, don't worry about that waste, I'll help you into the house."

Emperor Jiuchen interrupted Yin Xi's words, and his tall body came up, covering Yin Xi's vision, and directly grabbed her arm, and helped her to the courtyard gate.

Where did Yin Xi screw Emperor Jiuchen, and he was pushed into the door.

Jiang Louyue looked at Nangong Beiche, who was kneeling at the door like a statue, sighed lightly, and said, "You shouldn't have entered the Hou Mansion, find an opportunity to leave with your wife and son." Even the Nangong Viscount Mansion is thousands of times stronger than the Marquis of Wuwen's Mansion. ”

Nangong Beiche's head was buried in the soil, and he couldn't wait to get into it directly, and his ten fingers were buckled into the ground.

"Miss Seven, why don't you want to leave in the future."

Jiang Louyue had already turned around, and when she heard Nangong Beiche's words, she couldn't help but stop again.

"Wu Wenhou opened Jiang's pharmacy and lost a lot of money, and he didn't even run a banquet when my son was born. Only three days after my son was born, he detained him. He asked me to go and get Miss Seven back and redeem my son; or go earn two million taels of gold tickets and buy your son back. I was really forced to a dead end, and I had to ...... as a last resort."

"Two million taels?" Jiang Louyue's eyes widened in disbelief, "That bird-beast even took out his grandson and sold it at a clear price?!" ”

It's appalling!

She knew that Marquis Wu Wen was a scumbag, but she didn't expect him to be able to reach this realm!

Nangong Beiche's face was full of pain, he suddenly stretched out a hand, grabbed the corner of Jiang Louyue's skirt, his eyes crossed the color of pleading, and said, "Seventh Miss, if you don't want to go back to the Marquis of Wuwen's mansion, you won't force it." It's just that, can I trouble you to say a few kind words in front of your master Lou Gongzi, and ask him if the old man needs a new drama book, which can be written below, and can be written a lot, until the old man is satisfied! ”

When it comes to making money, Nangong Beiche can only think of Lou Gongzi's way.

He once helped Lou Gongzi write the script of "Guard", and got a high price of 400,000 taels of gold tickets, used 100,000 taels when he married Ziyou, and used 100,000 taels to honor Nangong's family, and now he only has 200,000 taels left in his hand.

There is still a big gap from the two million taels proposed by Wu Wenhou.

However, he believes that as long as he can write a few more satisfactory scripts for Lou Gongzi, he can still make up enough astronomical figures.

"You want to write a script for Lou Gongzi?"

Jiang Louyue raised her eyebrows, and a bright color crossed her beautiful eyes.

Today, the mysterious pavilion master of Jiuding Pavilion just threw a hot potato to herself, burning her on fire. The book of "Woe Country", the pavilion master has given a death order, and she can't do it, and she can't do it.

She was worried about how to change "Woe Country" into seven or eight ** and coherent short stories, and this Nangong Beiche sent it to the door by herself.

Nangong Beiche, although he is a little weak, has a very tight mouth.

He never mentioned the secret of "Guardian" to anyone, not even Wu Wenhou, and strictly abided by the original agreement.

Could she trust him again......

"Yes! Can Miss Seven help with matchmaking? ”

Nangong Beiche's eyes flashed with almost humble expectation, his face was full of pleading, he took out a few booklets from his sleeve, handed them over with both hands, and said, "This is all newly written in the next month, and it has never been read to anyone, and none of the stories strictly follow the requirements of Lou Gongzi, short and concise, with profound meanings, and at the same time run through the touching love story ...... heartfelt heart."

"Lou Gongzi doesn't need this kind of thing!"

Jiang Lou Yueyun flicked his sleeves and directly fanned Nangong Beiche's drama book to the ground.

Nangong Beiche's face crossed a look of despair, his eyes were full of embarrassment, and tears even flashed in the corners of his eyes.

Just when he felt that the whole world had collapsed, a two-finger-wide book fell in front of his eyes, with a black cover, two big gilded characters of dragon flying and phoenix dancing - Woe Country.

"This ......"

Nangong Beiche picked up the book with a very gorgeous binding and flipped through a few pages, "This is ...... Scripts? ”

"Yes." Jiang Louyue stood in front of Nangong Beiche, looked at him condescendingly, her beautiful eyes were slightly dark, and said, "This is a broken script." You rewrite this "Disaster Country" into a love story, it is called "The Demon Concubine of the Disaster Country", with women as the first perspective, and the main line of the original work remains unchanged. ”

Nangong Beiche felt that a glimmer of hope had shone into his gloomy world.

"Good, good! Miss Seven rest assured, she will go all out in the next place, and she will not disappoint Miss Seven and Lou Gongzi! Nangong Beiche's hands holding the book excitedly trembled uncontrollably.

He knew it was his last chance.

"Not only that, you divided this "Demon Concubine of the Disaster Country" into eight parts to write, each of which can be **, and connected to each other, leaving enough foreshadowing between the departments. Can it be done? Jiang Louyue's voice became stern.

"Yes! Absolutely! ”

Nangong Beiche stood up, patted off the dirt on his body casually, his waist straightened again, and his clean eyes were full of determination, "With the guarantee of my son's life, I will definitely live up to my mission!" ”

"This is two million taels of gold tickets, pay you first, you go home and redeem your son, and quickly leave the wolf's den with your wife and children."

Saying that, Jiang Louyue stuffed the two million taels of gold tickets into Nangong Beiche's arms.

"Miss Seven, this is absolutely unacceptable! How can I get the full amount of my remuneration in advance if I haven't started working yet? Nangong Beiche had a difficult conscience and didn't dare to accept it.

"This time, your name will not be placed on the phantom play of "The Demon Concubine of the Troubled Country" by Lou Gongzi, so I will pay you the full amount in advance." Jiang Louyue said.

Nangong Beiche was stunned for a moment, and then quickly nodded and agreed: "Okay!" ”

He didn't ask why, accepted the money, and thanked him repeatedly. In the face of his son's safety, any false name is no longer important