Meng Shuilan let go of Meng Tianqing, pulled out the notebook from Baisan's hand, read it quickly, and pointed at the word "I want to refuse but welcome" with her index finger, and shouted: "Desire is desire! Understand?!"

Bai San nodded one after another and replied quickly: "I understand, it is desire, it is desire..."

The filmmakers responsible for copying the magazine all showed such expressions. Sure enough, it was desire! Terrible desire, rippling desire, and evil desire!

Meng Shuilan raised her eyebrows and glanced around. Everyone quickly lowered her head and pretended to be very busy. Some people wiped the table with their sleeves, and some people fiddled with the pen and ink.

Meng Shuilan walked into the house where the filmmakers were, lit the table and scolded: "How could you, the handsome Lord, fall in love with that little scum who is waiting to die?! If you think about the problem, use your brain instead of your knees, understand?"

Everyone lowered their heads and did not speak, dared not argue, but they didn't know what they thought.

Meng Shuilan pinched her waist and walked around the house, scolding, "What? Someone is wrong? The Lord of the Pavilion knows what you think, and he must think that the Lord of the Pavilion is too harsh. In fact, you have to face the reality. Life is not easy now! Think about it, your parents need firewood, rice, oil and salt, the wife at home wants pearls and rouge, the baby needs rice, porridge and candied fruit, and the people on Qianqionglou opposite are eyeing us, robbing our business. If we can't use our brains in useful places, wouldn't we be filial to our parents, let our mother suffer, and let our baby go hungry?! Think with your knees!"

Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent.

Meng Shuilan kept talking and talking. In his passionate remarks, Meng Tianqing clamped his buttocks, held his pen, copied a copy according to the content of the No. 101 issue, and then added the third content himself, writing the "Secrets of the Hundred and the Rivers" intact.

Third: The sixth prince was assassinated.

Picture: The killer raised his sword and slaughtered the people. Blood flowed into a river. A fat man raised his head and ate melon seeds. Under his feet was the melon seed skin floating on the blood.

Meng Tianqing's paintings and writing are not as experienced as Meng Shuilan, but they have a unique spirituality in it. The narrative is basically in line with the facts and there is no exaggeration. However, in his narrative, the man who was dragged into the kitchen by the Sixth Prince was extremely handsome, both civil and military, and extremely wise...

In the inner room, Meng Shuilan raised her hand and said magnificently: "The first rule of Baichuan Pavilion!"

Everyone looked up at the same time and said aloud: "Don't be happy with things or sad with yourself, and be happy with the joy of the Pavilion Master, and be heartbroken with the sorrow of the Pavilion Master!"

Meng Shuilan continued: "The second one!"

Everyone said in unison again: "The Master of Baichuan Pavilion is ranked third in martial arts, second in literary talent, and first in handsomeness!"

Meng Shuilan said: "Third!"

Meng Tianqing leaned over and said, "When did you change to third place when you are so humble?"

Meng Shuilan cursed directly: "Get out!"

Meng Tianqing grabbed the "Secrets of the Hundred Rivers" and hid it in his arms, jumped out of the window. When he landed on the ground, he hurt his wound and scolded viciously: "Damn fat man, I will stab you to death sooner or later!"

In the inner room, Meng Shuilan finally looked at Baisan and asked: "What is the first news you said?"

Baisan replied respectfully: "Go back to the Pavilion Master, Mo Jufang is here. There is news that they will stay in Chunxiao Pavilion tonight."

Meng Shuilan smiled like an old fox and narrowed her eyes and said, "There is news to be written again." Instead, she asked, "Tianqing, you have to assassinate me, tell me..." When she turned around, where was Meng Tianqing's shadow?

Meng Shuilan strode out of the inner room and came to the outside room. She found that the "Secrets of the Hundred Rivers" she had just written was still there. She felt a little relieved and continued to write the third content: The miraculous doctor Yang Diao Diao said that Zhan Cangqiong had an incurable disease and must die!

The painting is a gentle man like a weak willow and helps the wind. While pounding medicine, he cursed: Fight against the sky, you must die!

The content was when Gong Yang Diao Diao was having a free medical consultation. When he saw Zhan Cangkong sitting in a sedan chair walking past the door, he immediately pointed at him and revealed various diseases, big and small, heavy, inside and outside, normal and abnormal. He picked it up at will, and he had a personal consultation with Zhan Cangkong. Finally, he concluded that Zhan Cangkong would definitely practice martial arts and die of devils. The miserable situation was so satisfying.

It's strange that Zhan Cangqiong killed people without blinking, but he didn't care about Yang Diao Diao. He just sent someone to catch Yang Diao Diao and threw him into the stinky ditch. The stinky ditch was not big, but it was extremely smelly. Yang Diao Diao was seriously ill and almost lost his life. At this point, Yang Diao Diao changed his words and said that Zhan Cangqiong must die and must die at his hands.

After Meng Shuilan finished writing, he handed over the "Secrets of the Hundred Rivers" to Baisan and said: "Let everyone copy it overnight and send it to various places. Don't post it locally for now, don't cause trouble."

Bai Sanying said: "No." He walked into the inner room with the "Secret News of the Hundred Rivers" and hung it on the wall, so that everyone could copy it as soon as possible.

Meng Shuilan stood at the window, looking at the dark night, her eyes were deep, like the sea, rising and falling, and stormy waves. The night fell, dyeing his lake blue robe into dark blue and slowly swallowing into darkness.

The candle on the table jumped twice, and a small spark exploded, which was clearly extinguished.

A moth flew into the window and flew from Meng Shuilan's shoulder toward the candlelight.

Meng Shuilan turned around, stretched out her hand, grabbed the moth's wings, and said, "Fool." She threw the moth out of the window, took a pen, and casually outlined a few strokes on the rice paper, allowing a beautiful woman to appear on the paper, looking bright and charming.

Meng Shuilan smiled in an unknown way, as if she was self-deprecating and regretful. She finally grabbed the picture of the beautiful woman and kneaded it into a ball. She raised her hand and wanted to throw it away, but found that the amount of rice paper was wrong.

He had five pieces of rice paper in total, and he took one for Baisan and rubbed one again, and three should be left. But... there were only two left. Where did that piece go?

You don’t have to think about it and know that it must have been taken away by Meng Tianqing.

Meng Tianqing has always been able to get up early without profit, so how could he take away a piece of rice paper? I think he must have copied the "Secrets of the Hundred Rivers" in the 101th issue and used it for money. As for the third content, Meng Tianqing must have been writing.

Meng Shuilan thought of what Meng Tianqing said and knew that he must have experienced the assassination of the Sixth Prince. Before there was no evidence, he did not want to interfere in the affairs of the court. However, Meng Tianqing did not understand the power of it and actually wrote it on his behalf. It was really... I was desperate!

Meng Shuilan frowned, no longer cared about anything else, left behind a bunch of people and rushed to chase Meng Tianqing.
Chapter completed!