Thinking of the incident between the original owner and Mr.
Liu, Nalanchu felt that Meng Yue was also a time bomb that might explode at any time, and she had to deal with it well.
"How about I change this play?"
Nalanchu asked tentatively.
Meng Yue stared at the tea on the table and didn't know what he thought of.
After a long while, he said: "No, when will it be done?"
"Ah" Jumping was so strong that Nalanchu couldn't react.
"When does the show start?"
Nalanchu said "Oh" and suddenly thought that apart from thinking about how to write a play with Xiao Baozi, he had not made any other arrangements.
Did a time travel actually cost her her head?
Nalanchu was a little depressed.
What was going on?
Was he living too comfortably these days?
Meng Yue knew that she had not made any arrangements, so he only said: "I will leave it to the king to arrange the venue and the actors.
You and Hao'er can just write the play with peace of mind."
It would be great to have Meng Yue help.
Nalanchu added: "Why don't the prince help me open a theater?
We can write our own plays, so there is no need to help others make money."
She prefers to put money in her bag.
As a prince, Meng Yue should not be short of money.
Maybe he doesn't care about the little money at all.
Meng Yue frowned and said, "You are short of money."
Nalan Chu lied without blushing and without a beat: "No need, no need, but he suddenly got interested in teaching Baozi some ways to make money, so that he can be self-reliant and don't grow up to be a seven-foot-old man who gnawed at his old age."
The original owner's dowry must have been generous.
Although it was hers, if the original owner used it instead of her, wouldn't it easily arouse people's suspicion of her?
Meng Yue smiled and glanced at the little bun in his arms.
The little bun had his big eyes open and didn't know what it meant to chew on the old.
He looked at Nalan Chu again, and seemed to say without thinking, "Chu'er, it would be great if it could always be like this."
"What about this?"
Nalanchu asked.
Meng Yue didn't say anything else, just said: "No, the theater king you mentioned will do what you want.
After you finish writing the play, it will be staged."
"The relationship is good.
Baozi and I will go and see it then."
Meng Yue also contributed a lot, even vigorously.
Although she didn't want him to go with her, she still pretended to ask, "Will the prince go too?"
Little Baozi looked at Meng Yue expectantly.
Meng Yue nodded, "Well, I'll go with you.
We'll have the best position and there won't be any extra people.
That's good."
Nalanchu felt bad that he was not in the best position, but Meng Yue said, she couldn't refuse.
Alas, let out a long sigh.
In the next few days, Nalanchu concentrated on writing plays.
In the morning, she only wrote her own stories.
In the afternoon, Little Baozi came back and excitedly told the stories she wanted.
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So in the afternoon, she not only had to write her own Dream of Red Mansions, but also helped Little Baozi write stories.
Although people can do this for them, the ancients did not know the Dream of Red Mansions and could not understand the essence of it.
As for Xiao Baozi, he couldn't write it himself.
He always let others do it for him, and he could also let the servants in the mansion write it.
It's just that Nalanchu wanted Xiaobaozi to be more affectionate to his mother, so he insisted on not asking others to help him.
The play version of Dream of Red Mansions is ancient, but the story of Baozi is a novice novel.
In the transition between the essence and the little buns, Nalanchu felt that after a few days, it was more difficult than staying up late and working hard for several days and nights in his third year of high school.
During the day, Baishui Mingyue felt extremely distressed, holding tea and water, squeezing her waist and beating her back.
In the evening, Meng Yue offered to help her write the story of Little Baozi, but Nalanchu refused repeatedly.
Meng Yue said expressionlessly: "Your handwriting is too ugly."
Nalan Chuyi was annoyed for a while.
Not only did she not feel pain in her back when talking while standing, she was also critical.
Her calligraphy had obviously won awards in modern times.
Meng Yue only glanced at her, picked up the brush and demonstrated one with her own hands.
Then Nalanchu was shocked.
Severely shocked, she murmured in a low voice: "How do you write so well?"
Meng Yue just said lightly: "I'm curious how you got your identity as a talented woman, but your handwriting is not as beautiful as Hao'er's."
Is it that bad?
At the same time, Nalan Chu was shocked.
Did Meng Yue discover something?
But seeing his calm eyes, he didn't seem to be surprised by her ugly word.
Nalanchu felt unsure, so he lowered his tone and pretended to be a young woman and said, "I can't be considered a talented woman because my handwriting is not good.
Your Majesty taught me how to write."
Men generally cannot resist a woman's pitiful request, especially a beautiful woman.
Nalanchu was very confident in his appearance.
"Well, your reputation as a talented woman is indeed in vain."
Maybe the original owner was a talented woman, but she was not.
Then, Nalanchu heard Meng Yue say: "It's too late to teach you now.
I'll teach you slowly in the future as my husband."
Even if the ugly word thing has been exposed Nalanchu didn't ask any more questions and continued writing the playbook.
After Meng Yue took a bath, he took a book and placed it next to Nalanchu, reading slowly.
Nalanchu's energy was getting worse and worse, until she dozed off for the third time, she turned around and saw that the people around her were still reading the book with gusto.
Could it be Jin Ping Mei or something like that?
Men like to watch this, but women also like to watch it.
For example, she likes to watch it.
Nalanchu approached carefully.
If it was true, Meng Yue would probably not let her see it.
If she wanted to see it, she would have to take a look while he wasn't paying attention.
It's still a little bit close, almost there.
At this time, Meng Yue unexpectedly closed the book and said, "That's it for today.
Since Chu'er wants to sleep, I will go to bed with Chu'er."
Nalanchu was a little disappointed, but unwilling to give up, "Don't watch for a while."
"Chu'er wants to sleep, how can I disturb Chu'er to sleep?"
Meng Yue stood up.
"Who said I want to sleep?
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I don't want to sleep."
Nalanchu followed Meng Yue, still unwilling to give up.
“Don’t want to sleep” Nalanchu nodded very "honestly".
"No more writing."
Meng Yue raised her eyebrows.
"I won't write anymore.
I won't be able to finish it tonight, so why rush it."
"I don't want to sleep and I don't want to write, so what do you want to do?"
Meng Yue looked confused.
Nalanchu immediately said that my husband stayed up late to read, so how could I sleep peacefully?
Even if I lay in bed, I would have no sleep at night.
She was willing to stay by my husband's side to fight with Duke Zhou.
Meng Yue nodded gently, saying that if he has a wife, what more can a husband want?
Nalanchu was excited and immediately said that this was my concubine's blessing.
Next, all she had to do was wait for Meng Yue to sit at the desk again and open the book, and then she could see whether the content in the book was ecstatic or not.
But then, Meng Yue pulled her into the bathroom, and she was stunned.
This was not in line with the development of the script.
"My lord, what do you want to do?"
What else can a man or a woman do in the dead of night?
Nalanchu only felt that he was stuttering when he spoke.
Meng Yue smiled and said, "Chu'er, if you don't want to sleep or write, then take a bath.
My husband is waiting for you."
After saying that, before leaving, he looked at her deeply.
Nalan Chu just wanted to scold her for being a bitch, but Meng Yue never thought about reading the book again or showing it to her.
After bathing for a long time, the water became cold, so she put on her clothes and sat in the bathroom.
Meng Yue's voice came through the door, "Chu'er, why did it take so long?"
"Hurry, hurry."
After a while.
"Chu'er, it's not healed yet." "" "Chu'er," "Get dressed."
After a while.
"Chu'er."
Before he finished speaking, Nalanchu said: "Wait a while."
Someone outside chuckled and said, "Chu'er, don't be embarrassed, take your time, my husband will come in right now."
So, before Meng Yue opened the door, Nalanchu pushed the door open.
Four eyes look at each other, the big eye is smiling, the small eye is guilty.
After a while, Xiaoyan was defeated and turned his head slightly.
"Chu'er, let's get down to business
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