Chapter 115: The Little Husband of the Mountain King

"Forgot. I'm here to see what poems can be sold so expensive. I will also write two songs in the future. ”

Chang Le said, and the person had already walked in front of King Huai. Fingertips fiddled twice on the slips of paper, deliberately ignoring the notes, and reached for the book of poems. Rolled his eyes over the poetry book, and kept glancing at the notes.

With so many small notes, Chang Le's first reaction was that someone had written a love letter to King Huai. But the IQ made her immediately reject the idea, clearly telling her that it was impossible.

When King Huai saw that she didn't ask, he didn't say anything. Leaned back and continued to look at the contents of the note leisurely.

"I thought you came in to read the poem, but it turned out to be a small note."

Chang Le saw him read all the small notes, and finally couldn't help but ask.

King Huai pursed his lips and smiled, his eyebrows and eyes hooked.

"What, curious about what's on the note?"

"Curious who gave it to you."

Knowing who the person giving it is, she can judge whether it is intelligence or love words, and she can decide whether to be curious or not.

Chang Le pressed his poetry against his chin. She couldn't read the content of the poetry collection.

King Huai gently spat out two words: "Like frost." ”

The cold and beautiful Oiran of the Wind and Snow Building, the one with a bad temper.

"The love words that the cold and proud beauty wrote to you?"

Although Chang Le himself was very skeptical of the possibility of the existence of this matter, he still felt that it was the most reasonable. Although, it's a bit not quite in line with the character design of Rushuang.

"What kind of love words are written by Leng Ao Beauty, can I take a look?"

King Huai rolled up a lock of paper and said with interest: "You are so curious? ”

"Yes, this is not a desire to learn? Next time, you can add some appropriate love words when drawing spring pictures. Chang Le's mouth is as smooth as if he has made a draft, "It just so happens that I've been painting a cold and arrogant beautiful man like Frost recently." ”

"Then you better don't match the words." Huai Wang gave his advice seriously, "It's too much to ruin the atmosphere and character temperament." ”

Chang Le sighed twice, and consciously picked up a roll of notes that he had rolled.

After reading it, I was stunned.

Where is the love story written above, it is obviously a serious matter.

"There is no new progress in the matter of Hua's for the time being." Chang Le read out in a low voice, "Are you investigating the Hua Clan?" ”

King Huai poured himself a cup of herbal tea indifferently: "Is there anything wrong with this king investigating a beauty?" ”

"Why do you like to be entangled with married women so much?" Chang Le glanced at him with disgust, and took another note, "Li Zhuo has been in a close relationship with Jin Chusheng recently. ”

King Huai didn't care about her looking at these things, and picked up the poetry book she had dropped from the side.

"There is a difference between the rich merchants in the city, and there is a lot of trade in goods." Chang Le's brows were furrowed, he couldn't see clearly, and the last note was in his hand, "A large number of goods are piled up outside the city, and they are missing." ”

"If you want to see such secrets, you can see them quietly." After she read all the notes, King Huai finally reminded her, "Read them all out, be careful of leaking the secrets." ”

"I'll tell you when I'm done leaking." Chang Le glanced back at him dissatisfiedly, and mocked him for talking nonsense, "So, Rushuang is not as simple as the Oiran of Fengxue Building?" ”

King Huai nodded: "It depends, it's so." ”

"It's so obvious, and it's a bit of a beat-and-do. It turns out that the value is not the poetry collection, but these inline newspapers. Chang Le sighed, "You're stopping me, I've discovered so many secrets, will I die because I know too much?" ”

"No, it won't." King Huai was very sure, "You see it in vain, in your brain, these are just some nonsense." ”

This conclusion was summed up by King Huai from the expression of Chang Le just now. From the moment she saw it, to the moment she finished reading it, she was as confused as a mess of paste.

"You're too underestimated." Chang Le stroked the broken hair in front of his forehead, and said confidently, "My name is great wisdom and foolishness." What if I look like someone who is just the one who seems to understand, and someone is deceived by my appearance and kills me by mistake? ”

This is obviously an admission that his brain is not good.

King Huai couldn't cry or laugh, glanced at her, and bent his peach blossom eyes: "Judging from your appearance, no one will think like this." ”

"King Huai, you're personally attacking now." Chang Le seriously complained, "You have caused damage to my spirit!" ”

"And what about you?" King Huai collected the poems, rolled them up and put them under her chin, eyebrows and eyes hooked the soul.

Chang Le's head was tilted, ignoring his teasing, and his palms were spread: "Mental damage fee, one thousand taels." ”

"One piece of this information is five hundred taels, adding up to two thousand taels." King Huai looked at him with a smile and a cunning look in his eyes, "In addition to the one given to you, you have to give me a thousand taels." ”

"You here, you won't say it before I see it." Chang Le wrinkled his eyebrows and looked at him, "And you're too much." ”

"You haven't said it, but this king will ask for a thousand taels when he speaks." King Huai smiled back, "The price you offered is not excessive?" The king's information, asking you for this price, is already cheap. ”

"So." Chang Le straightened up, with a professional smirk on his face, "Let's all take a step back, don't worry about it." Under the same roof, what do two families say? ”

"Rubbing the relationship with this king, the girl really puts gold on her face."

Chang Le couldn't say anything about him, got up angrily, and strode out: "Why hasn't Lord Liu Zhai come back yet!" ”

"What's the matter with me?"

As soon as the door opened, it was facing the handsome face of Shangliu Chengyan, and all the gloom was immediately swept away.

"I miss you." Chang Le grinned and blurted out.

Liu Chengyan's cheeks were slightly red, he glanced at King Huai, who was not kind to him, and coughed lightly, hiding his embarrassment, ignoring Chang Le's impropriety.

"You're not discussing? Done discussing? ”

Chang Le glanced at King Huai and said lazily, "What can we discuss?" He's just cheating me for money in disguise. ”

Liu Chengyan was silent.

I really want to ask Chang Le, does she have a penny on her to make Huai Wang pit?

"That's right, that's not right......"

Chang Le suddenly read two sentences, looked at Liu Chengyan, looked at King Huai, and was still entangled in the poetry collection. It took a while to react.

"Master, you are really not an ordinary person."

Liu Chengyan smiled gently, and asked King Huai with his eyes.

King Huai sat by himself and did not participate in the chat between the two of them.

"Why don't you go in and say?" Liu Chengyan pondered a few points and made suggestions.

Chang Le had doubts and nodded: "Okay." ”

Just now, I complained that King Huai didn't stop her, so she knew too much. He had repeatedly refused to learn other news from King Huai before, and he didn't even want to guess King Huai's other identity.

Now that Liu Chengyan is involved, she is very positive, not evasive, but still very urgent.

King Huai was very depressed, a little annoyed, and his words were a little more ridiculous: "What, this time you are not afraid of death?" ”

"The matter of the fasting lord must be clarified."

Chang Le replied as a matter of course, and the person was already sitting upright next to Liu Chengyan, showing his well-behaved appearance.

King Huai narrowed his eyes, and his face was not good.

"If you know the identity of Cheng Yan, you will definitely not live tomorrow."

Liu Chengyan blinked, and his heart was like a mirror. He sat without saying a word, and waited until it was his turn to speak.

Recently, King Huai's temper has always been cloudy.

I was jealous a little more often.

However, he himself has not been aware of it.

Chang Le raised his neck in line with the concept that fans must go to the soup for idols.

"Then I also want to know what the Lord of the Fasting does."

King Huai sank his breath and took whatever book he saw on the table.

When I opened it, it was an indescribable picture, and I immediately wanted to put it down, but I felt embarrassed. But at this time, it seems that reading this kind of book is also very embarrassing.

After hesitating again and again, he still maintained his posture and looked at the Spring Palace in his hand with an extremely serious and serious expression.

Liu Chengyan's house is really unknowing.

How can this kind of book be thrown all over the room?

didn't look at it twice, King Huai's face was a little wrong, smelly and tangled.

Chang Le glanced at the title of the book, "The Little Husband of the King of the Mountain", which was not one of the Spring Palaces she painted, which was only painted recently.

The characteristics of Xiao Shou are according to King Huai. The offense is the kind of big man.

The painting is a drama of "the things that the king of the mountain has to say about the robbery of the lady of the village".

Such a wild story and character image is the first time Chang Le has tried.

Thinking of the content of the painting, and then looking at King Huai's posture and expression, Chang Le was so convinced that he smacked his tongue.

There are people who can look at their own Spring Palace, and they are so attentive and serious!

Liu Chengyan wanted to stop King Huai from just now, but he was a step too late.

Huai Wang was holding his face, and Liu Chengyan couldn't open his mouth to pierce it, so he could only help him divert Chang Le's attention very intimately.

"What do you know?"

Huai Wang's slender fingers flicked the pages, and the slight sound of paper rubbing clearly fell on Chang Le's ears. Chang Le raised his eyebrows, and there was a feeling of depression brewing in his heart.

"I knew that these notes on the table were information sent by Rushuang people. And that scholar is going to hand over the poetry collection to you, that is, to give you information. Chang Le paid close attention to King Huai's actions, and his mouth was slurred, "So, you are also an informant?" ”

King Huai felt Chang Le's blazing gaze and lifted the book up, blocking her view.

"The Little Husband of the King of the Mountain", a few words are clearly placed in front of Chang Le's eyes.

Chang Le was still nervously tugging at Liu Chengyan's sleeve.

This kind of mood is the excitement and nervousness that the author expects from readers to give feedback. This will influence her enthusiasm for the next round of creation.

"That's what you just want to ask?"

Liu Chengyan has tried his best to cover for King Huai, trying to use the way of questions to make Chang Le think more and pay less attention to others.

"So, you are really the one who conceives the king?" Chang Le took the time to glance at Liu Chengyan, and saw that his face was calm, and he knew that this verification might be a little redundant, "Are you investigating those things, or is King Huai investigating?" ”

While speaking, Liu Chengyan had already looked at the lines on the note.

"How did I investigate, and what about King Huai's investigation?"

"It's you who investigated, if there is any difficulty I can help, just say it directly." Chang Le is very generous.

Whatever fans do for idols is worth it.

The air pressure on King Huai's side was much lower.

Liu Cheng didn't know why, so he just took advantage of the presence of King Huai to ask the doubts in his heart.

"Why are you so good to Liu?"

Chang Le blinked his eyes at Liu Chengyan, and saw that his eyes were clear and bright, and he had no other evil thoughts at all, and he couldn't see the slightest ambiguity. I am sure that he is as pure as himself, and his words are purely superficial.