Chapter Seventy-Three: Can't Be Talented, Called an Art Gallery?

Luo Wusheng didn't answer, but Che Fushun was anxious: "If you are asked to take it, you will take it! Where did you get so many requests?!......

Luo Wusheng interrupted Che Fushun and asked Lao Qian: "Since I took the jade pendant to take the silver, where is the reason not to take it? Or is it that you, the Fushun Qian Zhuang, took a broken jade pendant that could not take the silver and blackmailed me for nearly a million taels of silver?" Luo Wusheng's tone was light and heavy, not angry and arrogant.

Old Qian replied in fear: "The son is angry. This purple phoenix jade pendant is a token for those who are destined, and Liangguo only has this one, such as a fake exchange. The reason why I can't get the silver for my son is because this jade pendant doesn't have the signs it should have..."

"What signs are needed?"

"This jade pendant glows with purple light. ”

As soon as Lao Qian's words fell, Luo Wusheng stepped forward and took the jade pendant in Wang's mother's hand, and the purple phoenix jade pendant instantly turned into a purple charming lamp, "Like this?"

Lao Qian's eyes widened, and his mouth kept responding: "It's exactly ......."

Luo Wusheng put the jade pendant back into Wang's mother's hand, "In this case, I can take 100,000 taels of silver and hand it over to Wang's mother." With that, he walked out without looking back.

Che Fushun glanced at the old money hatefully, thinking that this old money was also a transparent person before, why is he so careless today. Lao Qian was still silent in shock: This is the second time! This time it is not a woman, but a man! And Wang's mother coughed lightly, reminding the two beside her that it was time to wake up and take the silver.

In the next seven days, the 'Bright Moon Tianya Song' retreated and rectified, and Luo Wusheng did not take a step out of the Scholar Pavilion.

For the pie that fell from the sky of 'Bright Moon Tianya Song', Luo Wusheng is one of the first two big. Although Wang's mother said that she was only the master behind the scenes, once something became her own, she was used to managing it in her own way. Luo Wusheng looked at a huge Qinglou restaurant, to be honest, she didn't want to open a Qinglou, but for the sake of her future life, she could only take it hard, and taking it also meant that the 'Bright Moon Tianya Song' would give up prostitution from now on.

Luo Wusheng messed around in the Scholar Pavilion all morning, and finally persuaded Ghost Face Guyu to be her ghostwriter, who called her a modern person, not to mention that the brush writing is not very good, just say that the words of this era, although some words are the same as modern times, but most of them are traditional characters, even if she can barely recognize, she may not be able to write.

The ghost-faced Gu Yu was holding a brush on the side, waiting for the next pen, while Luo Wusheng began to walk back and forth all over the ground, always babbling that this is not good, that is not good. In the end, the ghost-faced Gu Yu put down the brush and wanted to leave angrily, but someone stuttered for a long time before he stabilized.

Luo Wusheng cleared his throat, "'Bright Moon Tianya Song' will abandon prostitution from now on, change to an art museum, and no longer accept customers......"

After the ghost-faced Gu Yu finished writing, he waited for the following content, and waited until his hands were sore, and he looked helplessly at Luo Wusheng who was scratching his head vigorously, "And then?

"And then... And then... Master, what do you say those girls don't know how to do if they don't have any talents?"

Luo Wusheng's question made Ghost-faced Gu Yu feel that his face suddenly had a stroke, "You don't know how to do talent, call it an art museum?"

Luo Wusheng sat down in front of the ghost-faced Gu Yu with pitiful eyes, "That's why I asked you, master." ”

"Hehe... Hehe..."The ghost-faced Gu Yu laughed strangely.

Looking at the ghost-faced Gu Yu's dry smile, Luo Wusheng gave him a big roll of his eyes, "Recruit teachers to teach, stupid!"

Ghost-faced Gu Yu instantly felt that there were ten thousand crows flying over his head.

As soon as Luo Wusheng's problem was solved, another question followed, "Master, what if those girls want to sell themselves and don't want to sell their arts?"

Ghost-faced Gu Yu lowered his head this time with great interest, looked at the tip of the brush, and waited for Luo Wusheng to give an answer by himself.

Luo Wusheng saw that there was no chance to rectify the ghost face Gu Yu, "Then go to another Qinglou." ”

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In the end, in Luo Wusheng's tossing and turning several times, the ghost-faced Guyu finally wrote the rectification plan and handed it to Luo Wusheng, and then wanted to slip away, although it is really interesting to be with this apprentice, but life can't be too interesting as a preference, then it will become boring early. He just wanted to turn around and leave, his sleeves were dragged by the dead, he turned around at the speed of a snail race, and he hoped in his heart that this pull was just his own accidentally hanging his clothes somewhere, but when the face of his dear apprentice appeared in his field of vision, he knew that his expectations were also the dying struggle on the edge of the cliff of despair, and he said with a small grievance: "Apprentice, the master is in a hurry to urinate!!"

Luo Wusheng stretched out his little finger, "Just one question." ”

Ghost-faced Gu Yu took a deep breath, "Say!"

"What if someone wants to force the girls to sell themselves?"

"See you in the Scholar's Pavilion!"

"Hey, okay. Luo Wusheng immediately let go of the sleeves of the ghost-faced ancient jade with great disgust, and told the ghost-faced ancient jade with his eyes: Go quickly, be careful of suffocation.

A piece of paper can be regarded as having completed the rectification of the 'Bright Moon Tianya Song', and the rest of the actual operations are handed over to Wang's mother. In the days that followed, Luo Wusheng began to read the books about the history of the Liang Kingdom that his mother had bought back every morning, in addition to getting up every morning to tie up for an hour.

In Luo Wusheng's stumbling ability to read and write, Luo Wusheng learned that the books recorded the Liangguo for nearly a hundred years. At first, Ryokuni was also an imperial state. It's just that the emperors of the past dynasties believed in divination and divination, especially the last emperor, who even thought that the art of divination was the art of immortals, and also named a very powerful fortune teller at that time as the prime minister of the country, and his words were even more regarded as divine decrees. Suddenly, another day, the prime minister of the country had a dream and said to the emperor: "The country is not a country, the city is not a city, the ink is dead, and it is fate." Then the emperor announced his abdication and divided the Liang Kingdom into three cities, which were named after Mo, Li, and Yan, and were passed down from generation to generation by the Fifth Family, the Ye Family, and the Shang Family, protecting the Liang Kingdom.

Later, the city lord of the three cities fought because of a woman who was alluring the country and the city, and the woman finally jumped off the cliff of hell because she cared about the people of the world, only asking the three city lords to stop fighting and make peace. After the three city lords watched their beloved woman jump off the cliff, they all regretted it very much. In the end, a peace agreement was signed between the three castles, and the three castle lords would never invade each other during their lifetimes.

It is said in the book that the three city lords are the three city lords who are now in power.