“... In short, the story almost goes on like this, after the Flame Mountain, the whole story has entered the second half, the world view has been paved, and until the Great Leiyin Temple, it will be much less difficult to write than before. ”

The teacup in his hand was steaming hot, and Gu Huai looked at Liu Yanmo, who was bowing his head and twisting his fingers on the opposite side: "The progress of the Goolan rehearsal can also be pushed a little further, and strive to finish the Journey to the West in July." ”

Now he couldn't care about being embarrassed, and Liu Yanmo, who had a flush on his face, looked up in amazement: "Public... Childe, isn't it too fast? ”

I could have lined up for a few more months...

"No, no, no one will have the heart to watch it after that, and the hook column needs to play something else," Gu Huai shook his head, "The focus should also be shifted, such as books or something..."

Finally, the hook column improved, but suddenly he had to change his strategy, and even Gu Huai felt that he was Liu Yanmo after changing himself, and he had already thrown the manuscript on the opposite face... But at the moment, I can't tell her directly, no, Lord Yan is going to rebel, there is going to be a war in this place of Beiping, and it is a problem for the people to eat, and no one comes to see Goolan, right?

In silence, contrary to Gu Huai's expectations, Liu Yanmo gently stroked his hair, but nodded: "Okay." ”

This word means that Goulan will make a lot less money and give up Journey to the West, an infinitely bright way to make money... Liu Yanmo's courage made Gu Huai slightly stunned, and he put down the teacup: "Don't ask me why?" ”

"Childe naturally has the truth of Childe, if it weren't for Childe, where would Goulan be today?" Liu Yanmo shook his head slightly, "And Journey to the West is also Gongzi's..."

"No, it's not mine," Gu Huai smiled, "The story belongs to Old Man Wu Chengen, and it is you who wrote it, and the title of this book is the name of the two of you, not me." ”

Fingers flicking his sideburns, he suddenly thought of something: "'I don't produce stories, I'm just a porter of stories'... That's pretty much it. ”

Liu Yanmo pursed her lips slightly, Gu Huai's face was still very blurry in her sight, and the green shirt on her body could be remembered at a glance, she bowed her head slightly: "Childe said he laughed." ”

"Then let's talk about something serious," Gu Huai became serious, "how many storytellers are there in the tick column now?" ”

"Three... They are all old people who have been talking for years. ”

"So you can't go wrong?" Gu Huai nodded, "Did Goulan have any taboos about storytelling in the past?" ”

"First, I don't talk about the powerful people of the dynasty, second, I don't talk about the rights and wrongs of the DPRK and China, third, I don't involve the royal family, and fourth, I don't mention military affairs."

"That's it...," Gu Huai touched his chin, "I'm afraid that these taboos will have to be broken next." ”

Liu Yanmo was stunned: "What do you mean by Childe?" ”

"Miss Liu knows about the rumors among the people these days?"

"I've heard Xiaoyu say something... Is it a matter of Lord Yan and the imperial court? ”

"Yes, there are many ill-intentioned people in Beiping City, King Yan wants to rebel, raise private soldiers, pretend to be crazy and stupid, and even the news of foreign tribes and the like is from them."

"With... What does it have to do with the tick bar? ”

"In this world, there has never been a way to defeat magic with magic, and there is no reason to hit the magic barrier with a physical iron fist," Gu Huai said with a smile, "These news have been spread for a long time, since you can't suppress it, let's change your thinking." ”

Liu Yanmo is getting more and more confused... She tilted her head slightly, her face was full of bewildered cuteness, and she couldn't understand why Gu Gongzi was just the owner of a perfume shop, so why he cared about this.

"Didn't they say they were going to rebel? Then let the storyteller say in the hook column for a day, when Yan Wangye was born, what kind of red light was full of rainbows hanging in the sky, didn't they say that Yan Wangye raised private soldiers? Then make up the story of the soldiers who went out to fight in the fortress and went home injured, but they were bullied by the powerful, and then the prince of Yan came forward to put them in the palace as a guard. ”

Gu Huai's face became more and more cold, and that smile was shocking: "Pretending to be crazy and stupid? Then exaggerate a little more, make up a story about the first emperor who fell into a dream and reprimanded His Majesty today, just say that the soul of the Yan prince is too empty, and he has been taught by the first emperor for two months, and he has seen the true face of the person on the dragon chair now, and he will admonish Yunyun in the last words of the first emperor. ”

He drank the last sip of residual tea, and his words were as warm as residual tea: "Of course, the most important thing is the words of the first emperor before his death." ”

"The first emperor passed on the throne to King Yan, but he was tampered with by traitors in the court, and he also forced King Yan's family to die, cut all kinds of feudal domains, and all kinds of government decrees, right and wrong are at ease in the hearts of the people, so that the people of Beiping... Take a good look at them all. ”

Liu Yanmo's little face had turned white with fright, Gu Huai stood up, his green shirt fluttering: "Pay and return are always proportional, this matter, tick the bar... Do you dare to do it? ”

……

After all, the audience is a small group of illiterate ordinary people in the south of the city, although they have no scruples to let go of their hands to do it, but it is obviously unrealistic to expect a hook column to reverse public opinion in a short period of time.

Gu Huai, who walked out of the hook bar, had some regrets, time... It's still too tight, if the scale of the hook bar is larger, the branches are more, and the influence among the people is greater, then the resistance of the people of the court and the people from all directions will be much less when the Yanwangfu raises troops.

In the feudal era, don't expect everyone to have their own views like later generations, there are too few channels to receive information, people will become easy to follow the clouds, one person may not believe one thing, but when everyone says this, the people will stop and think about the possibility of this matter.

Of course, it's still too late to do this now, but the imperial court is keeping an eye on it, and there is really no chance before, so if you want to achieve the expected effect in the shortest time, you still have to make some drastic materials.

The carriage stopped outside the hook fence, and the huge figure of Wei Laosan, who had really changed from a secret spy to a groom, sat on the wheel, and was curiously looking at the opposite street where someone was arguing, Gu Huai walked into the carriage, and a look made Wei Laosan shut up, and after thinking quietly for a while, he said:

"Go to Yingjuji Temple."

The wheels of the carriage turned, and the slight bumps made it easy to make people sleepy, but Gu Huai did not feel a little sleepy, and his heart was full of weighing the pros and cons.

It stands to reason that this matter should be handed over to Master Daoyan... After all, he is a Buddhist, but it takes too much time for him to travel all over the temples and Taoist temples in Beiping, and Zhu Di is not suitable to come forward, he also needs to win people's hearts.

No matter how you look at this kind of dirty work, you can only do it.

Fortunately, he never believed in gods and Buddhas.

When the carriage stopped in front of Yingshou Temple, Wei Laosan threw a look, Gu Huai nodded, and walked on the long mountain road behind the mountain gate of Yingshou Temple.

There are not many believers under the scorching sun, and the scenery on both sides is also very refreshing, Gu Huai inexplicably thought of the day when the snowflakes flew, and the red paper umbrella he met on this mountain road.

Well... The perfume shop can also stop its business for a while, just in time to expand into a new business.

There are a lot of bald heads gathered in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, reflecting the light under the sun, and everyone quietly watches the fluttering green shirt walking slowly up along the mountain road, and the hosta above the head is restrained.

They don't speak, because they have knives around their necks.

Gu Huai, who didn't feel that he was blaspheming Buddhism, paused in front of the huge incense burner, looked at some incense candles that were still burning inside, and thought thoughtfully.

"From today onwards, all temples and Taoist temples in Peking have to add a sentence when they talk about the scriptures."

Gu Huai retracted his gaze and spoke in a calm tone.

"The aura of Beiping Zhu Zi gathers, and the life of the true dragon of the Yan Wangye will take the world in the near future and ascend the throne."

"Every temple and Taoist temple, there will be people staring at it, as long as today's events get out, or you say something else, I dare to guarantee that the entire temple and Taoist temple, chickens and dogs will not be left."

"I just need you to say a month, a month to change a life, I think this deal is worth it."

Gu Huai stroked the marks on the incense burner and smiled lightly:

"Who is for and who is against?"