The torrential rain, which had been brewing for most of the night, finally broke out in the second half of the night, pouring down. Fortunately, the thunder and lightning stopped at dinnertime.

Awakened by the sound of rain hitting the window, Ye Junsheng got up in his clothes, lit the oil lamp, closed the window first, but he didn't feel sleepy, he simply sat at the desk and read the "Legend of the West Chamber" written by his sister one by one - it should be said that it was "The Story of the New West Chamber".

Ye Junmei was a homemaker when she was a child, worked hard, and although she knew some words, she never learned it systematically. Later, when he entered Jizhou, Ye Junsheng became famous, his pen and ink were sold at a high price, and after his family was greatly wealthy, he strongly advocated letting his sister study in a women's college and be a classmate with Jiang Jinger.

This study can be said to be fundamental to Ye Junmei's change.

Intelligent, studious, coupled with diligence, her progress is obvious to all, the first time she made Danqing let her brother bow to the wind, the writing of Juan Xiu is heroic, and the poetry is also quite accomplished.

Except for the scriptures.

Not only because the academy does not teach, Ye Junmei has no good impression of the scriptures by nature, and he rarely reads them. But every time I listen to Ye Junsheng read aloud, I listen to it with relish.

Today's girls can be called "talented girls". However, she has always disliked to participate in the cultural conference, and she is not known, so she is naturally unknown.

I write a book now, and I also use a pseudonym.

Or in her subconscious, these story themes are all from her brother's mouth, and she is just responsible for writing.

There are ten pages of paper, and each page is densely written with upright and beautiful hairpins.

The words are arranged in rows, of course, vertically, line by line.

Ten pages. Write full of words, at least thousands of amounts. It seems that my sister is also very talented in writing. Hand speed is good.

In the modern society of later generations, such a can be used properly. Maybe it's a codeword girl again.

Well, the pretty kind, it's hard to find.

In fact, Ye Junsheng had already seen it once before, and now he rewatched it and watched it more carefully. Start over again and understand the general situation.

Overall, there is no big problem with Ye Junmei's writing, and the dialogue and action are very suitable for the adaptation of miscellaneous dramas. Just on the mainline side. There are some slight words about Zhang Sheng's liking for the matchmaker and not liking the eldest lady.

The idea is bold and pertinent.

In the original book, the role of the matchmaker is much plumper and more brilliant than the eldest lady. It's just that because of the problem of birth and identity, only the green leaves that serve as the thread of the needle.

Ye Junmei whimsically straightened it out and replaced the eldest lady, which can be said to be a very anti-mainstream approach.

After all, in the current world, literati and are chasing "talented and beautiful women". Can a slave be considered a beauty?

Holding his chin, he meditated quietly, and the sound of rain in his ears continued.

After a while. Ye Junsheng smiled sarcastically: What's wrong with me, my sister wrote a book, not to make a living. Why do you need to please people everywhere?

In that case, what's the point?

Or or. Doing the opposite, on the contrary, can achieve unexpected success......

Figured out this layer. He didn't bother with it, and slightly modified the wording and sentences, and he passed the audit. Give it to my sister tomorrow, and let her complete the other storylines and round it up.

According to Ye Junmei's conception, there are as many as ten acts.

After finishing the script, Ye Junsheng began to busy his own business, and after counting on his fingers, there was not much time left before the township test was held.

When I close my eyes, my mind is like a movie, and I replay my memories -- the scriptures and texts that should be read, the key commentaries on the scriptures, the format and themes, and so on, flow like quicksand. Every word is impressive, and thoughts come to me at any time.

Don't say that the foundation of the previous bookworm, the current Ye Junsheng is also a person, scattered immortals, strong souls, and the advantages in mental power are simply extraordinary.

Everything is ready, just wait for the township test to come.

......

It was late at night, and there was wind and rain. The huge capital has become extremely silent, and from the sky, the area where the lights are still lit is not large, and the most bright and bright one is the important place of the imperial palace.

In the residence of the emperor, the wax torch burns overnight and will not be extinguished.

Except for the area around the palace, there are few lights in other places, which are not very eye-catching.

Hanlin Street, Chu House.

Under the eaves of the Zhumen, four big red lanterns are hung high. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and it was very strange, and all four lanterns went out.

"Hey, the lights are out!"

"It's windy. ”

The guard guarding the door screamed, only to feel that it was pitch black in front of him, and quickly took out the fire fold. Then they went and fetched a ladder to light the lantern again.

Zhumen is a big family, and the lights are always bright in front of the door at night, but they are rarely blown out.

"Well, what's that?"

When the lanterns were lit, the sharp-eyed guards saw that the two stone lions placed on both sides of the gate seemed to have something on their heads, vaguely paper or something.

When he went down to take a look, he found that they were two pale yellow pieces of paper, the size of a palm, and they were long, with mysterious runes depicted in cinnabar.

It turned out to be two Dao talismans, one on the left and one on the right, which happened to stick to the eyes of the stone lion. It is very tightly attached and cannot be blown away by wind and rain.

Could it be that the wind came here? But it's too accurate.

Thinking of the sudden gust of wind just now, the guards couldn't help but feel a chill in the back of their heads: Evil Gate.

For a while, he didn't remove the rune paper from the stone lion's eyes.

Inner house, master bedroom.

"Ahh

Chu Yunyu's panicked scream suddenly came out, and in an instant, the lights were bright.

On the big bed, Lord Chu sat up, covered with cold sweat and his face was flushed.

"What's wrong?"

"Sir, what's going on?"

Two delicate voices, one left and one right, came from the wives and concubines who were sleeping tonight.

Chu Yunyu's body was still trembling, unable to speak.

The wife and concubine on the right hurriedly got out of bed, not caring that she was only wearing a belly pocket, and most of her delicate body was exposed. She poured a glass of water and handed it to the old man to drink.

After drinking the water, Chu Yunyu's mood gradually calmed down. Immediately, he got up and dressed, opened the door and walked out: "Ask Mr. Wen to come to my study." ”

There were attendants outside who obeyed the order and walked away quickly.

Not long after, Mr. Wen, who was neatly dressed, came to the study to meet him.

"My lord, urgently call your subordinates, do you have any orders?"

Chu Yunyu said coldly: "I had a dream just now, and I dreamed of San Lang. ”

Mr. Wen's face tightened: You must know that Chu Saburo is an adult's rebel, since his beloved son was killed, he can't hear his son's name anymore, and he will go crazy when he hears it. Unexpectedly, tonight, adults will take the initiative to mention it.

Chu Yunyu continued: "San Lang is covered in blood and riding a bloody horse, but that horse has no head!"

When he said this, his mood fluctuated greatly, and his face turned pale.

Mr. Wen asked worriedly, "Your Excellency, ......?"

Chu Yunyu waved his hand and signaled him to shut up: "San Lang came to me on horseback and said that the murderer was Ye Junsheng." So, Mr. Wen, do you know what to do?"

Mr. Wen's heart sank, he knelt down with a puff, and said solemnly: "My subordinates are all over the ground, dare not to share their worries for adults?"

The heart is bright, my lord is thinking about it day and dreaming at night, as for whether Ye Junsheng is the real murderer or not, it doesn't matter anymore. (To be continued.) )