inside the house.
Nalanchu asked: "Baozi, what kind of drama do you want to write?"
"Can I write anything?"
Little Baozi asked.
"Of course you can write it.
As long as Baozi's scene is exciting enough, my concubine will definitely show everyone what you want."
The little bun's brows furrowed into a distinct frown, and he tried to think in a bright direction.
After thinking for a while, he seemed to think it was exciting enough, and he mustered up his confidence and said: "We wrote that there once was a child who liked a little wolf, so he told his father and mother.
After hearing this, the father and mother were very happy to buy the little wolf for the child.
The next day, the child fell in love with the fox again, and then Tell the father and mother, the father and mother bought the child a fox again.
On the third day, the child fell in love with the big bear.
Then he told the father and mother, the father and mother bought the child a big bear again.
On the fourth day, the child fell in love with the lion. ,Then" ""Whose child is this?
In addition to liking foxes, which is relatively normal, he also likes wolves, bears, and lions.
He really doesn't know how ferocious the beasts are, and he was fearless in his childhood.
The little bun continued talking enthusiastically.
The script is so long that it feels like it has endless descendants.
At the end, the little bun said, "Mother and concubine, Hao'er said it well."
A pair of watery eyes were full of expectation, as if he would cry if she didn't know well.
Nalanchu paused and asked with a very sincere look: "Baozi, um, my mother-in-law wants to know where the wolves, foxes, bears, lions and other animals we bought went."
Little Baozi glanced at her with disdain, "Of course we raise the children together."
"Oh, that's it."
The question interrupted by Nalanchu seemed to have been forgotten by Xiaobaozi.
Nalanchu breathed a sigh of relief.
If she really wanted to say it, she really didn't want to say yes against her conscience.
But just when he breathed a sigh of relief, he heard the little bun whisper: "Mother, you haven't said yet whether it's okay or not." "" Nalanchu tried his best to smile and said sternly: "The mother-in-law likes this child, but she doesn't like these animals.
They are too ferocious.
What if she hurts the child?"
Little Baozi's mood obviously improved a lot.
He smiled so much that his eyebrows and eyes came together and said, "Concubine, I knew you would like it." "" Looking at this bun, he must be planning to do this script, but it's hard to say it outright.
Nalanchu thought about it for a while, then simply ignored it, as long as the little bun was happy.
Unintentionally glancing outside, he saw a tall figure.
The one who could enter Wangyue Pavilion without being informed by his servants must be Meng Yue.
Nalanchu quickly asked the two girls to call him in.
As soon as Meng Yue arrived, the two maids stood aside respectfully.
Little Baozi liked Meng Yue very much, and as soon as he threw himself into Meng Yue's arms, he started telling his "playbook".
After finishing speaking, he added, "My mother also said she likes it."
Meng Yue looked at Nalanchu strangely, and Nalanchu waved his hands to express his helplessness.
Meng Yue understood and said seriously to the little bun: "Hao'er, my father doesn't think this is good."
The little bun was very shocked, tears welling up in his eyes.
When Nalan saw this for the first time, he couldn't bear it and said hurriedly: "Baozi, don't cry, don't cry.
My father doesn't like it, but my mother and concubine does."
She also paid attention to something else.
Since Little Baozi likes Meng Yue, if Meng Yue makes Baozi cry at this time, she will comfort Baozi.
Gradually Baozi will like her more.
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It would be better if Baozi hated Meng Yue from now on.
Nalan Chu thought beautifully, but unexpectedly Baozi said: "Father doesn't like it, so it must be because Hao'er's story is not good.
Father, if you say something bad, Hao'er will definitely change it."
Nalanchu was surprised that Little Baozi liked Meng Yue so much.
This is simply Meng Yue glanced at Nalanchu indifferently, as if he knew her thoughts well.
However, he didn't say much.
He just wiped Baozi's tears and patiently explained to Baozi what was wrong.
Nalan Chu listened with 20% concentration, keeping the demeanor and tone of Meng Yue's words in mind, and planned to compile a heart attack strategy to conquer Baozi's heart.
Finally, the story of steamed buns was changed from "a child fell in love with it, and then told his parents, who bought it" to "a child fell in love with it, and then worked hard on his own, and finally bought it by himself, and was praised by blockbusters ” After listening to Meng Yue's entire persuasion process, Nalanchu gave Meng Yue a thumbs up in his heart.
This speaking skill is so damn brilliant.
With a story like this, not only does Little Baozi become happy and cheerful, but if it continues to be performed, it may also be sold as an inspirational textbook.
Nalan Chu sounded the alarm in her heart.
She must not let Meng Yue embark on the road of business.
Otherwise, if she goes into business on a whim in the future, she will be defeated by Meng Yue.
At the same time, Nalan Chu was confused.
Hearing Mingyue Baishui say that writing a play is so cheap, wouldn't Meng Yue feel embarrassed if she did it with a little bun?
So he asked.
Meng Yue just said lightly: "It doesn't matter.
If you like it, I will help you deal with it.
I promise not to let anyone except this room know."
"Thank you very much, Your Majesty."
Nalanchu looked grateful, but in his heart he was extremely rejected.
It would be better not to deal with it.
If the news reaches the ears of Concubine Feng, she will definitely be very angry with her.
"What kind of story do you want to write?"
Meng Yue raised her eyes and asked.
Nalanchu thought for a while, people in this era have never heard of the Four Great Classics.
If she said these, then she, Nalanchu, would be original.
However, it must be combined with government affairs to prevent the story from spreading and causing unnecessary trouble.
She couldn't write Journey to the West because she was afraid of being thought to be trying to collude with foreign countries.
She couldn't write the Romance of the Three Kingdoms because she was afraid that it would be thought that it was intended to foretell the disintegration of Jing'an.
She couldn't write Water Margin because she was afraid of being thought to be inciting people to rebel.
Next is the Dream of Red Mansions.
Nalanchu nodded.
The Dream of Red Mansions is still feasible.
It can resonate with many people.
Furthermore, it can be spread to the ears of the rulers.
The fact that some women compete for favors can reassure the rulers.
In fact, Nalanchu also thought of Bao Gong's adjudication of cases in modern TV dramas.
Then I thought, the subject matter is not good, if it needs to be acted by an actor, it might be considered as satirizing the unclear national politics, and someone else is needed to kill corrupt officials and traitorous ministers.
In addition to the literary prison, various prisons in ancient times should not be underestimated.
After careful consideration, Nalanchu said: "I plan to write a story about a man who wanders around."
Meng Yue's eyes flashed with an unknown light.
Fearing that he was mocking his three wives and four concubines, Nalanchu hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, I don't mean anything else, I just think the subject matter is good."
"Oh the subject matter is good" Nalanchu nodded, "Yes, I will write about a few peerless beauties in it, and also add some flirting between men and women to trigger some love and hatred.
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Men will definitely resonate with it, and women may not be able to tell it after reading it.
I will replace the woman inside directly with myself."
Suddenly I felt that something was wrong with what I said, but I didn't know what was wrong.
There must be something wrong, otherwise why would you feel the hidden anger in Meng Yue's chest: