The Imperial Concubine Just Wants To Be a Salted Fish Every Day

He suddenly felt that he was looking for the wrong person.

You shouldn't come to Princess Xiao for help.

Luo yechen: "forget it. I'll find a way by myself."

He turned to go.

Xiao Xixi hurriedly called him, "what are you going to do? You're all here. Come down and talk slowly."

Luo yechen: "what else can we talk about?"

Xiao Xixi: "naturally, it's about talking about what kind of script you want? Do you want to knock candy to hi xiaotianwen? Or do you want sadistic text with deep sadistic love? Or do you want to hang sadistic text all the way?"

Luo yechen: "is there any difference between them?"

"There's a big difference. Come on, sit here and I'll tell you slowly."

Next, Xiao Xi talked about the characteristics of sweet text, sadistic text and cool text while rolling the cat.

In order to make Luo yechen more deeply realize the difference between the three, she also specially cited several examples.

Luo yechen listened attentively.

He has no feelings for sweet Wen and sadistic Wen, but he is very interested in shuangwen.

Especially when he heard that the heroine suddenly turned from a worthless waste wood into a genius and trampled on the enemy who had humiliated her, he couldn't help patting his thigh and cheered.

"Well done!"

Then he asked eagerly.

"Then what? The hostess suddenly became very powerful. Were those who despised her surprised? And did all the people in her family regret that they didn't treat her well?"

Xiao Xixi: "I just gave an example. The story is still very long. I can't tell the whole story."

Luo yechen felt that he still had more to say and wanted to read the full text at one go.

"What's the name of this shuangwen you said? Where can I sell it?"

Xiao Xixi said, "I made up this story casually. I have no name and can't sell it."

Luo yechen was more annoyed than disappointed.

"Since it doesn't sell, why do you say so much? Tease me?!"

Xiao Xi comforted: "don't worry. Although this script can't be sold, you can write it yourself.

Think about it. If you were ill, someone came to see you and sent you a script written by yourself to pass the time.

Do you feel very moved? "

Luo yechen imagined the picture and couldn't help nodding.

"That must be very moving."

Xiao Cuixi: "so, if you can give Miss bu the script you wrote yourself, Miss Bu will be moved."

Luo yechen was moved.

Bu Shengyan was injured to save him. Up to now, bu Shengyan is still clearly in his mind to protect him.

He couldn't tell how he felt, perhaps gratitude, or something else.

Anyway, he wants to make Bu Shengyan happy.

Luo yechen: "but I can't write a script."

Xiao Xixi encouraged: "writing the script is not as difficult as you think. I'll provide you with ideas. You just write the story I told on paper. If you don't feel at ease, you can show me the script after writing and I'll polish it for you."

Luo yechen thought, just writing. It shouldn't be difficult.

He accepted concubine Xiao's proposal.

Xiao Xixi entered the house with him.

Luo QingHan is sitting by the window reading. He has listened to all the conversations between Xiao Xi and Luo yechen.

Seeing the two people coming in, Luo QingHan just glanced at them and continued to read his own book.

Xiao Xi took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"I said, you write."

Luo yechen sat at the table and looked at the paper and pen in front of him. He immediately had an impulse to repent.

As a pure scum, he had a natural sense of exclusion from reading and writing since childhood.

What he hates most is writing articles.

But now, he has to do what he hates most.

I feel very uncomfortable.

Luo yechen hesitated and said, "why don't you let someone else write on his behalf? There are several well written staff in my house. I can let them come right away."

Xiao Xi bent her fingers and knocked on the table.

"Please correct your attitude. Miss Bu saved you, not someone else. What's the matter with someone else? How much is there outside the script written by others, but this is the only script you write. The meaning is different, you know?"

Luo yechen sighed and took up his brush and dipped it in ink.

"Go ahead and I'll write."

Xiao Xixi poured himself a cup of tea and grabbed a handful of melon seeds.

She said as she ate melon seeds.

"First of all, we need to give the hostess a name. Just call her Luo Qingge."

Luo yechen: "why do you want this name?"

Xiao Cuixi: "I don't know. I took it casually. If you're not satisfied, you'll take your name."

Luo yechen thought about it and didn't think of any good name, so he had to say.

"It's called Luo Qingge."

Xiao Xixi: "in other words, Luo Qingge was originally a gifted friar in another world, but later..."

Luo yechen: "where is the alien world? What is a monk?"

Xiao Xi had to stop and explain the meaning of the two to him.

She also said some basic settings of Xiuzhen.

Luo yechen was fascinated.

This is the first time he has heard such a magical story. It has the freshness of being opened to the new world.

After talking about the basic settings, Xiao Xixi began to tell the story.

"Luo Qingge was originally a gifted friar rarely seen in a hundred years, but unfortunately, she was secretly plotted by villains, resulting in the destruction of Linggen, which directly changed from a genius to a waste wood. All the people who once revolved around her changed their faces, their friends betrayed her, the people abandoned her, and even her unmarried husband wanted to abandon her for a new love..."

Luo yechen was very angry: "these people are really snobbish!"

Luo QingHan said without salt.

"The hostess can make friends with such a group of snobbish people, which can only explain two problems, either her eyes or her brain."

Xiao Xi looked at him: "aren't you reading?"

Luo QingHan's eyes left the book and shifted to her.

"I listen to your nonsense while reading."

Xiao Xixi stressed: "we are writing stories, not nonsense."

Luo QingHan: "there is something wrong with the protagonist of your story."

Before Xiao Xi retorted, Luo yechen interrupted.

"It doesn't matter. I think such a protagonist is very good and real. Not everyone can do everything like the prince."

Xiao Xi nodded: "yes, there are many people like the Lord in the world. I write a heartless protagonist, which can make people like the LORD have a sense of substitution, can't I?"

Luo yechen: "

Luo QingHan said casually, "that's right. What kind of story to show to what kind of people, the king of England matches the style of this story very well."

Luo yechen: "

Even if he wore soft gold armor, he couldn't bear the mental attack of the dog man and woman.