Meng Shuilan let go of Meng Tianqing, took out the notebook in Baisan's hand, and after reading it quickly, he pointed at the word "want to refuse and welcome" with his index finger, and shouted: "Desire, it's desire!" Understand?! ”

Baisan nodded one after another, and said quickly: "I understand, I understand, I understand, I want it, I want it...... ”

The photographers in charge of copying the magazine all showed their expressions like this. Sure enough, it's desire! Terrible desires, rippling desires, evil desires!

Meng Shuilan raised her eyebrows and glanced around, everyone quickly lowered their heads, pretending to be very busy, some people wiped the table with their sleeves, and some people fiddled with pen and ink.

Meng Shuilan walked into the room where the shadows were, lit the table and reprimanded: "You handsome and extraordinary pavilion masters, how can you be blind to that little scum who eats and waits for death?!" You think about things with your brains, not your knees, you know?! ”

Everyone bowed their heads and did not dare to argue, but what they thought in their hearts was unknown.

Meng Shuilan pinched her waist, walked around the house, and reprimanded: "What? Something is wrong? The Lord of the Pavilion knows what is in your heart, and he must think that the words of the Lord of the Pavilion are too harsh. Actually, you have to face reality. It's hard to live now! Think about it, your father and mother need firewood, rice, oil and salt, the mother at home wants beads and rouge, the baby wants rice porridge and candy preserves, and the people in Qianqionglou opposite are eyeing us for business, if we can't use our brains in a useful place, wouldn't it be unfilial to our father and mother, let the mother suffer, and let the baby starve? ! Think about it on your knees! ”

Everyone hung their heads and remained silent.

Meng Shuilan's mouth kept talking, and he kept talking. In his impassioned speech, Meng Tianqing clamped his hips, held a pen, and copied a new copy of the content of the one hundred and first issue, and then added the third content himself, writing the "Secret News of Baichuan" completely.

Third: The assassination of the sixth prince.

Pictured: The killer raised his sword, slaughtered the people, and the blood flowed into a river, a fat man raised his head, swallowing melon seeds, and under his feet was the skin of melon seeds floating on the blood.

Meng Tianqing's paintings and words are not as spicy as Meng Shuilan's, but there is a different spirituality in them. The narrative is basically in line with the facts, and it is not exaggerated. It's just that in his narrative, the man who was dragged into the kitchen by the sixth prince is extremely handsome, and he is both civil and military, and he is extremely wise......

In the inner room, Meng Shuilan raised his hand and said loudly and magnificently: "The first rule of Baichuan Pavilion!" ”

Everyone raised their heads at the same time and said loudly: "Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself, rejoice with the joy of the pavilion master, and feel heartache with the sorrow of the pavilion master!" ”

Meng Shuilan continued: "The second one! ”

Everyone said in unison again: "Baichuan Pavilion Master, Wu Ju is the third, Wen is the second, and Junya is the first!" ”

Meng Shuilan said: "Third! ”

Meng Tianqing probed and said, "When did you become so modest and change it to third?" ”

Meng Shuilan scolded directly: "Get out!" ”

Meng Tianqing grabbed "The Secret Story of Baichuan" and hid it in his arms, and jumped out of the window. When he landed, he pulled the wound and scolded viciously: "Dead fatty, I will stab you to death sooner or later!" ”

In the inner room, Meng Shuilan finally looked at Baisan and asked, "What is the first news you said?" ”

Baisan replied respectfully: "Back to the pavilion master, Mo Jufang is here." There is news that they will stay in the Spring Festival Pavilion tonight. ”

Meng Shuilan smiled like an old fox, squinted and said, "There is news to write again." Instead, he asked, "Tianqing, you said assassination, tell me about it...... "When I turn around, where is there still Meng Tianqing's shadow?

Meng Shuilan strode out of the inner room, came to the outer room, and found that the "Secrets of Baichuan" he had just written was still there, and he was a little relieved, and continued to write the third content: Diao Diao, the divine doctor ram, said that Zhan Tianqiong had an incurable disease and must die!

The accompanying picture is a soft man like a weak willow supporting the wind, pounding the medicine, while scolding: Fight the sky, you must die!

The content is that when the ram Diao Diao was in a free clinic, he saw Zhan Cangqiong sitting in a sedan chair walking by the door, and immediately pointed at him and broke the news about various diseases, large and small, heavy and light, inside and outside, normal and abnormal. Finally, he also concluded that Zhan Cangqiong must practice and go mad and die. The situation is miserable and very happy.

It's strange to say, the battle sky kills people without blinking, but only he doesn't have to worry about the ram. He just sent someone to pick up the ram and throw it into the stinking ditch. The stinky ditch is not big, but it smells very bad. The ram fell seriously ill and almost lost his life. At this point, the ram Diao Diao changed his words, saying that the war sky must die, and it must die at his hands.

After Meng Shuilan finished writing, he handed over "The Secret Story of Baichuan" to Baisan, and said: "Let everyone copy it overnight and send it to various places, don't send it locally first, don't make trouble." ”

Baisan responded: "No." "Holding "The Secret of Baichuan" into the back room and hanging it on the wall, let everyone copy it as soon as possible.

Meng Shuilan stood at the window, looking at the night that had just darkened, her eyes were dull, like the sea, with ups and downs, and stormy waves. Night fell, dyeing his lake-blue robe dark blue, slowly swallowing into the darkness.

The candle on the table flickered twice, and a small spark exploded, which was extinguished.

A moth flew into the window and flew from Meng Shuilan's shoulder to the candle flame.

Meng Shuilan turned around, stretched out her hand, grabbed the moth's wings, and said, "Fool." Throwing the moth out of the window, holding a pen, and drawing a few random strokes on the rice paper, a beautiful woman jumped on the paper, looking forward to it, and she was delicate and lovely.

Meng Shuilan smiled meaninglessly, as if self-deprecating and regretful, and finally grabbed the picture of the beauty and crumpled it together. I raised my hand to throw it, but found that the amount of rice paper was wrong.

He had a total of five pieces of rice paper, took one for Baisan, and rubbed off another one, and there should be three left. Still...... There are only two left. Where's that one?

You don't have to think about it to know that it must have been taken away by Meng Tianqing.

Meng Tianqing has never been profitable and can't afford to be early, how could he take away a piece of rice paper? Come to think of it, he must have copied the one hundred and first issue of "The Secret of Baichuan" and took it out to exchange for silver. As for the third content, Meng Tianqing must have ghostwritten.

Meng Shuilan thought of the words in Meng Tianqing's mouth and knew that he must have experienced the assassination of the sixth prince. Before there was any evidence, he didn't want to get involved in the affairs of the imperial court, however, Meng Tianqing didn't understand how powerful it was, so he wrote it on his behalf, it was really ...... Don't die!

Meng Shuilan frowned, couldn't care about anything else, threw down a cadre and waited, and went to chase Meng Tianqing.

It is said that the child is the debt collector of his father's mother, and he has taken care of Meng Tianqing as a father and a mother for so many years, could it be that he cut Meng Tianqing with a thousand knives in his last life? If this is the case, he can only sigh deeply and say loudly, well done!