Back Off, Let Me Come

This time it was Chu Yao's turn to laugh.

While fanning the cattail leaf fan to get rid of the heat, he laughed wildly: "Qi Yuanliang, you actually let an eleven or twelve-year-old kid trick you?"

Qi Shan glared at Chu Yao angrily, his eyes implying threats. Unfortunately, he was not afraid of him at all and kept looking at his jokes.

"Mr. Shen Xiaolang, who did you meet outside?"

The deterrent effect of his eyes was not good, so Qi Shan decisively changed the subject.

Shen Tang said: "A person named Gu."

Qishan waited for her to describe it in detail, but all she got was nonsense.

But this Chu Yao also stepped in to cause trouble and sang along with Shen Xiaolangjun: "Is the surname Gu, a boy or a girl?"

Shen Tang knew the elegant meaning of the song after hearing it, and immediately joined in the teasing.

"Ah, my old sweetheart can still be a man?"

Chu Yao teased: "Well, it's hard to say. Elephant halls such as Yuehua Tower can have a prosperous business and a lot of money for many years, which shows that this trend is still very prosperous at the moment. I wish Yuan Liang a good future. Famous and famous, what if..."

Shen Tang clicked his tongue: "He is really a man."

Chu Yao ignored Qi Shan's expression of wanting to place the half-braided bamboo strips upside down on his head and continued to commit suicide: "What does that man look like?"

Qi Shan spoke up to interrupt the double act between the master and the servant.

He said resolutely: "There is no such thing as a chance!"

Shen and Tang didn't dare to tease him too much, lest they really made people angry. Chu Yao continued to shake the cattail leaf fan, urging the little chubby boy to continue practicing, but his ears grew secretly, and most of his attention was focused on Shen Tang and Qi Shan. Qi Shan said: "Let's talk about it, who is it?"

Shen Tang: "I really don't know his name."

Qishan was angry and laughing, his teeth itching: "I don't know the name, I only know the last name, how can I just say that she is my 'old friend'?"

"That's the gentleman from Yuehua Tower, the scribe who hid Gong Cheng with the Guer. He said he knew your 'Scribe's Way', and there was a hint of alienation in his words. If he wasn't your old friend, he would be your enemy. Opponent, otherwise how could he understand so clearly? Well, I was also wrong, the term "old friend" was a misnomer on my part."

Qishan's expression suddenly changed.

"My 'Way of the Scribes'?"

"I think this guy is really unscrupulous and kind-hearted. He still has the leverage in my hands and dares to sow discord. His exact words are like this -" Shen Tang imitated Mr. Gu's tone, deliberately winked, and even imitated some small expressions. He said vividly, "I felt like old friends at first sight with Shen Lang. I was worried that you would say this. If you don't believe me, Shen Lang might as well go back and ask Qi Yuanliang about his ways as a scribe."

Qi Shan's expression became very intriguing.

There was an uncharacteristic smile on his lips, and he asked, "Does Mr. Shen Xiaolang also want to know the way of a scribe?"

Shen Tang said truthfully: "I'm a little curious when I ask myself, but the answer is not important. The process of revealing the secret is what I want. If you just confess and put the answer in front of me, it will take away a lot of fun. Then, it shouldn't be anything. Read minds, right?”

Qi Shan asked back: "The way of being a scribe is to read minds?"

Shen Tang: "..."

Qi Shan: "My way of being a scribe is not to read minds."

Shen Tang breathed a sigh of relief.

Qishan's eyes became subtle: "You seem very lucky?"

Shen Tang subconsciously said: "Of course I'm glad, otherwise I would..."

"Otherwise, no matter how you arrange it in your mind, I won't reveal all my secrets? Do you want to say this?" Qi Shan felt that his fist was about to become hard.

Shen Tang: "..."

Her silence said something. Qi Shan narrowed his eyes slightly and took in her expression: "You really arranged it."

This was said in a declarative tone.

Shen Tang: "..."

|ω｀) No, no, it’s unfair!

The gag is over and the topic has to get back on track.

"My way of being a scribe is indeed scary, and it is even worse than 'reading minds'. If Mr. Shen Xiaolang is afraid, please don't 'complicit' with people like me." Qishan no longer "intimidates" Shen Tang, but his expression was somewhat gloomy.

Shen Tang did not speak.

The atmosphere was so solemn that it made people feel hot and uncomfortable.

Chu Yao puffed and shook his cattail leaf fan.

The air was quiet, and Qi Shan's fingers braiding bamboo strips betrayed his master's emotions. He subconsciously exerted so much force that his knuckles turned white.

Shen Tang frowned and thought: "Is it so serious?"

Not only did these words not ease the atmosphere, but instead pushed it to another solemn peak, making Chu Yao even nervous.

"I really don't know much about the way of scribes. The only knowledge I got from Mr. Wuhui." Shen Tang didn't quite understand why Qi Shan was so serious and looked puzzled. "It takes more to make friends." Consider each other’s scribeship? You people have a very high threshold for making friends..."

Doesn’t it mean that the Way of the Scribes is a trump card that can perform miraculous effects at critical moments, and would not be disclosed to outsiders under normal circumstances?

Qishan asked, "What if it's not just about making friends?"

Shen Tang was completely stunned by this question.

Suddenly, something came to her mind.

"You - are you -"

Shen Tang seemed to have suffered a huge blow.

He covered his chest with one hand and supported the wooden floor of the corridor with the other hand and backed away quickly, with an expression of "Don't come over here." Under the confused eyes of Qi Shan and Qi Shan, she asked Qi Shan loudly: "Qi Yuanliang, I want to marry you. Do you want to register with me?"

Chu Yao: "..."

Qishan: "..."

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and put the half-braided bamboo strips on Shen Tang's head, gritting his teeth: "Don't speak if you don't know how to speak!"

Shen Tang: "..."

Qishan strode back to the room, but she was still out of sorts. In addition to becoming a disciple or raising a household registration, can they develop other relationships? This relationship also requires knowing the way of the other party's scribes?

Shen Tang took off the bamboo strips and widened his eyes.

"It's really unpleasant to talk half-heartedly."

Chu Yao said: "Some words can only be understood but not expressed in words."

Shen Tang curled his lips: "I think I, Shen Tang, am smart and intelligent, but it would be too difficult for me to understand half of what I said..."

This is a "guiding NPC" with its own opinions.

Shen Tang turned to Chu Yao for advice: "Mr. Wuhui knows what he wants to 'understand', how about - reveal it?"

Chu Yao seemed to be telling Shen Tang, but also seemed to be mumbling to himself: "Now is not the time, I will know when the time is right."

Shen Tang was confused.

Her current expression must be the same as a black man’s question mark face!

Because she was worried, she could only follow him up with the bamboo strips in her arms, and kept talking to the closed door: "Yuanliang? Yuanliang? Yuanliang? Are you here? I have something to say first, I really won't fall into the trap of sowing discord." Plan. Since the way of a scribe is related to one's own character or certain traits, then what's so scary? Although you and I have known each other for a short time, I believe you are a good person."

As long as it's not mind reading.

What is the difference between this and "banning" for people with tuberculosis?

There was no response from the room, so Shen Tang shouted a few more times.

Finally, the wooden door of the room was opened from the inside.

Qishan took his time and looked at Shen Tang, who had an innocent expression. He folded his hands in his sleeves, leaned against the door, and asked her playfully: "What if my way of being a scribe is to 'kill the Lord'?"

Shen Tang: "???"

Kill the Lord? ? ?

Damn it, there is such a way of being a scribe.

I have been thinking about the scribe's way of praying for bad deeds for a long time, and there are many options, but I finally settled on this one.

Kill the Lord.