The Reborn Shrewish Wife - Chapter 378

“I don’t want you to pick me up so impulsively, but I hope you don’t want to be trapped by yourself.”

Mo Qingxian glared at her, black eyes with faint light, low and pleasant voice said, “do you think I’m impulsive to say that? That’s not the case. ”

After a few breaths of silence, he said, “I’m not impulsive, not impulsive at all. I just think you’re right. If I think you’re more important than being suspected by the emperor, I won’t care if the emperor suspects me.”

“In fact, if he really wants to doubt it, he will doubt it for any reason. If he doesn’t doubt it, even for a simple reason, he won’t doubt it. I just tied myself up before.”

“Do you really think so?” Not stimulated by her?

Mo Qingxian replied, “I really think so. Why? What do you suspect of me? ”

Zhao Xiaoling Nuo lower lip, set way, “since you think so, I don’t think much, my brother and I first out of the house, and then wait for you to pick me up into the house.”

Mo Qingqing answers.

Zhao Xiaoling said to him with a smile, “I’ll go to pack up first. I’ll leave after saying goodbye to the waiting master.”

“Well.”

After returning to his room, Zhao Xiaoling finds Yi Ling and talks to him. Then he picks up his things and goes to Gu Zhenxiong with him to say goodbye.

Gu Zhenxiong said nothing and let them go.

After they left the house, Zhao Xiaoling didn’t mean to go back. She looked at Yi Ling and said, “brother, let’s go to the storytelling place? I want to hear what he says about my book

Yi Ling glared at Zhao Xiaoling and said, “what’s good to see? The books have been sold. Do you care what he says about your books? Let alone go to see, I’ll be unhappy near where he is. ”

He’s thinking about selling books at a loss, isn’t he?

Zhao Xiaoling blinked and said to him, “brother doesn’t want to see it, so I don’t want to force it, but I hope you can tell me where the storyteller is, OK?”

Yi Ling said, “No.”

Zhao Xiaoling said, “can’t you? Really not? ”

Easy to make cold way, “said not can not.”

Zhao Xiaoling nodded, “well, forget it. If I don’t ask you, I don’t believe it. I can’t ask. My book is so popular now. I’ll always ask for the whereabouts.”

Yi Ling stares at her, “why do you have to go and have a look?”

Zhao Xiaoling light cough a way, “just want to go, no why.”

Yi Ling bit his teeth and said, “well, since you must go, I’ll go with you to have a look.”

“Don’t you mean you don’t want to go?” Zhao Xiaoling couldn’t help talking.

Easy to make a cold eye sweep past, very unhappy appearance.

Zhao Xiaoling coughed lightly, her eyes turned and slipped, pretending that she had not said what she had just said.

Yi Ling snorted coldly and walked towards the teahouse where the storyteller was.

Seeing this, Zhao Xiaoling quickly followed up.

The teahouse is not near. It takes two quarters of an hour to walk. Zhao Xiaoling looks at the time and walks to the teahouse door. Chong Yiling asks, “brother, how do you come back and forth here in two quarters of an hour?”

Yi Ling glanced at her and said, “if it wasn’t for you, I would have gone back to Gufu now.”

Zhao Xiaoling chokes. Well, you’re good.

Silent, she looked at the teahouse, “is the storyteller in this teahouse?”

“Not bad.”

Yi Ling nodded, “he would speak in this teahouse every day, from morning to night, but the time of speaking in the morning, middle and evening is not long, which is about three quarters of an hour.”

“Three quarters of an hour? Why do you find him so accurately every time? ”

“The storyteller will stay here when he doesn’t speak, so it’s easy to find him.”

Zhao Xiaoling blinked and said, “well, it’s very likely that we’re here now. He’s not talking, is he?”

“Well.” It’s easy to respond.

Zhao Xiaoling pulled his lower lip, “well, if he doesn’t speak, we’ll have tea here, and then go back to the inn.”

Yi Ling is speechless and goes into the teahouse with her.

There are a lot of people in the teahouse, and more than a dozen tables are almost full. Each table is full of people. Zhao Xiaoling and Yi Ling go into the teahouse and find two vacant tables after a while, and then sit down.

As soon as they sat down, someone came over and asked, “ladies and gentlemen, what kind of tea would you like to drink?”

Zhao Xiaoling took a look at the boy and said to him, “is there a storytelling today?”

Little two nodded, “yes.”

Zhao Xiaoling light cough, “I asked wrong, I should ask, when have storytelling?”

Xiaoer smile, don’t think she asked idiot, he grinned, “there will be soon, otherwise our teahouse can’t sit so full, two still come early, have a place, come a step later, even don’t have a place to stand.”

“Come to hulongjing.” Zhao Xiaoling called.The second child answered and asked, “would you like some tea?”

“No, just tea.” Zhao Xiaoling brushed his hand.

Little two did not say much, left their table, and went to greet other people.

Just like the little two said, Zhao Xiaoling and they came a little later, and there was no place to stand.

Not long after they sat down, people came to the teahouse one after another. After a while, they filled all the vacancies in the teahouse.

After that, the only one who comes back will have to stand.

These people are also willing to stand, a person ordered a pot of tea, so carrying the pot to stand drinking.

Zhao Xiaoling see this situation, smile squint, Chong Yi make low smile way, “if the book, I know there is a good way to make money.”

“What method?” Easy to make doubt.

Zhao Xiaoling leisurely mouth, “is we and that storyteller’s share, for example, he income one or two silver, we share five silver so.”

“But how much does he earn a day? It’s not as good as a buy it now price. ”

“Suppose one day is one or two, and fifty days is fifty-two? It only takes us 100 days to get fifty taels of silver into our hands. ”

Yi Ling thought for a while, wrung his brow, “after listening to a story, there is no need to listen to it again. As long as he finishes the story, no one will continue to listen to it later, and we won’t make a hundred days in a row.”

“To finish a story, you can finish it in a few days.”

Zhao Xiaoling glanced at him and said, “who said that those who listen to books are all fixed people? Maybe there are different people to listen to every day, so that he can repeat it, right? ”

Yi Ling shook his head. “The capital is so big. Generally, the people who come to listen to stories are the same people.”

Zhao Xiaoling see him so stubborn, helpless way, “if you think a bite to sell more cost-effective words, then you sell a good.”

Yi Ling was silent for a while and said, “you wrote this book. It’s up to you to decide.”