Chapter 92: Palace Master, Love Me Again
The next day.
As the sky turned hazy, the courtyard was once again covered with snow after a night of flying snow.
At a glance, the whole yard was covered in white.
If you step into this snow, you won’t even be able to see your ankles.
At this time, Yao Yue was standing on a white rose, and the fur coat on her body swayed as her true energy flowed.
Combined with Yao Yue's cool temperament and beautiful face, all the flowers in the courtyard pale in comparison.
However, at this moment, as if she had sensed something, Yao Yue's eyes, which had been lightly closed, slowly opened.
Afterwards, while Yao Yue was puzzled, as the door of Qu Feiyan's room opened, Qu Feiyan pulled Xiao Zhao, who looked worried, directly into Chu Qinghe's room.
A quarter of an hour later, accompanied by a loud "Oh shit", the sound of two heavy objects falling to the ground with "bangs" was also heard from Chu Qinghe's room.
A moment later, in the yard, Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao looked at Chu Qinghe with resentment on their faces.
Both Xiao Zhao and Qu Feiyan were scratching their heads at this moment.
Seeing this, Chu Qinghe said unhappily, "Don't look at me. Who told you two to stand by the bed and scare people so early in the morning? You should be thankful that I only gave you drugs instead of poison. Otherwise, you would have vomited blood so early in the morning, and you would have to wash the sheets yourself."
Just now, Chu Qinghe had just woken up from a sound sleep, but the first moment Chu Qinghe opened his eyes, he found these two girls standing motionlessly beside his bed, staring at him.
Having just woken up and not yet come to his senses, the frightened Chu Qinghe subconsciously drugged the two without thinking.
As they fell to the ground, the two girls' little heads came into close contact with the ground.
However, this was not the first time that Qu Feiyan had been so naughty and sneaked into her room early in the morning. She never expected that the usually well-behaved Xiao Zhao had become a bad boy.
Listening to Chu Qinghe's words, Qu Feiyan pouted and said, "We just want to wake you up!"
Chu Qinghe sneered, "Don't give me that. I always sleep until I wake up naturally. Do I need you to yell at me?"
Seeing that Chu Qinghe couldn't get away with it, Qu Feiyan couldn't help but turn her gaze to Yao Yue who had just sat down.
After thinking for a while, Qu Feiyan trotted to Yao Yue's side and squatted down.
"Sister Yue, you don't want to read the follow-up to yesterday's story, right?"
After hearing what Qu Feiyan said, Chu Qinghe couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"I knew it!"
As soon as the little girl Qu Feiyan stuck out her butt, Chu Qinghe knew what she was thinking.
With this girl's personality, she dragged Xiao Zhao to her room early in the morning. Apart from the matter of the storybook, what else could have made her so worried?
Yao Yue herself was also still brooding over what happened in yesterday's story.
As for the storybook, when you are reading it with great interest, the sequel suddenly stops. It feels like there is something stuck in your throat, unable to breathe.
It would be fine if Chu Qinghe hadn't finished writing it, but Chu Qinghe had clearly finished the manuscript, but the manuscript was taken away by that shameless woman Dongfang Bubai, right under her nose. This was undoubtedly even more infuriating for Yao Yue.
Even Yao Yue was so angry last night that her chest felt swollen and she didn't fall asleep until the second half of the night.
Now that Qu Feiyan brought up the topic again, Yao Yue did not ignore it as she did in the past. Instead, she raised her beautiful eyes and looked towards Chu Qinghe.
Feeling Yao Yue's gaze, Chu Qinghe said helplessly: "Didn't I say it all? Even if it is rewritten, the content will probably be quite different. It will be different!"
At this time, Qu Feiyan on the side said: "It's okay not to rewrite it, how about you write a new one, sir?"
Hearing this, Xiao Zhao and Yao Yue's eyes lit up.
Seeing the three women in the same camp, Chu Qinghe sighed and said, "Let's write after dinner!"
As soon as these words came out, Qu Feiyan happily ran to Chu Qinghe and pressed Chu Qinghe's shoulders.
Seeing Xiao Zhao smiling foolishly and doing nothing, he quickly patted Xiao Zhao on the shoulder.
Seeing this, Xiao Zhao finally realized what was happening and started massaging Chu Qinghe's legs with her hands.
Facing the behavior of the two women at this moment, Chu Qinghe shook his head slightly.
What does it mean that people get corrupted by the company of bad people? This is it.
After breakfast, as Chu Qinghe entered the study, Yao Yue and two maids also followed into the room.
After Qu Feiyan finished grinding, Xiao Zhao immediately picked up the brush and handed it to Chu Qinghe.
Chu Qinghe couldn't help rolling his eyes at her attentive look.
"Wait a moment."
However, just when Chu Qinghe took the brush handed over by Xiao Zhao, Yao Yue suddenly spoke.
Hearing the voice, Chu Qinghe looked at Yao Yue with a little confusion.
In response, Yaoyue did not say anything, but stepped forward and took the brush from Xiaozhao's hand.
After thinking for a moment, Yao Yue dipped the ink lightly and took a piece of paper to write on it some dignified and powerful characters.
"Lord Palace Master, love me again."
Afterwards, while Chu Qinghe was puzzled, Yao Yue put the paper back in front of Chu Qinghe and handed the pen to him.
"This is the name of the new storybook. Write it!"
"Um?"
Faced with Yao Yue's behavior at this moment, Chu Qinghe was stunned for a moment.
But he immediately understood what Yao Yue meant.
"Wow, this thing has a proposition?"
Not to mention Chu Qinghe, after realizing Yao Yue's intention at this time, Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao on the side were also dumbfounded.
Obviously, you didn't expect there would be such an operation?
After coming back to her senses, Qu Feiyan looked at Xiao Zhao beside her and whispered, "What do you think? When Sister Dongfang comes back next time, she will look at the storybook written by the young master and find that the names of the storybooks all contain the words 'Palace Master'?"
Xiao Zhao said with some uncertainty in his tone: "Should be, no way!"
Beside them, Yao Yue's eyes lit up as she watched Xiao Zhao and Qu Feiyan talking, and it was clear that she was somewhat interested.
However, before Xiao Zhao and Qu Feiyan could think about it, Yao Yue, who had successfully decided on a name for Chu Qinghe's new storybook, left the room to Chu Qinghe and walked out of the room with the two maids.
On the other hand, Chu Qinghe couldn't help but grin when he saw the words on the paper.
"How the hell do you write this?"
Half an hour later, Chu Qinghe in the room suddenly put down the pen in his hand.
It’s not that I know how to write it, but the current one is too slow.
After all, according to the topic given by Yao Yue at this moment, if I want to write something beautiful and interesting, I'm afraid this article will be much longer than the one yesterday.
At the current efficiency, it will take at least three or four days to finish writing it.
After putting down the pen, Chu Qinghe was thinking about ways to improve his efficiency.
However, there are no computers in this world, so it seems difficult to improve efficiency using ordinary methods.
At this moment, Chu Qinghe suddenly had an idea in his mind, as if he had thought of something?
When this inspiration suddenly came to him, Chu Qinghe first looked at the inkstone beside him, and then at the white paper in front of him.
The next moment, as Chu Qinghe's internal force circulated rapidly, Chu Qinghe's right hand was raised and gently turned.
"The martial arts used is the "Transferring Flowers and Jade" that I just learned yesterday."
With the special force of Yihuajieyu, a small amount of ink in the inkstone beside was actually pulled up.
As Chu Qinghe's fingers moved lightly and the power contained in the ink changed, the ink in the air was divided into dozens of strands and then condensed into small characters in the air.
After a few breaths, Chu Qinghe raised his eyebrows slightly as he saw dozens of small words appearing on the paper next to him.
"feasible?"
But after taking a closer look, Chu Qinghe curled his lips with a look of disgust.
It’s not that the characters produced by this “Yihua Jieyu” technique are wrong, but that the characters written on paper in this way look uneven.
It lacks the beauty and power that Chu Qinghe had when he wrote it himself.
According to Chu Qinghe's estimation, unless his "transplanting flowers and joining jades" could reach the level of "returning to simplicity and nature", otherwise, this method would not work.
"Okay! I still have to do it myself."
After sighing in his heart, Chu Qinghe could only pick up the pen again and start writing.
Although he said he was unwilling, as the story of the book was written one after another, Chu Qinghe gradually entered the state of writing.
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Eighteen, Great Cold.
As we enter the last of the 24 solar terms, the weather has become extremely cold.
A thick layer of ice also formed on the lakes and streams outside the city of Yu Shui.
But as the New Year approaches, the city of Yu Shui becomes even more lively.
In this heavy snow, the entire Yu Shui City has been dyed a layer of white.
Morning, Si time.
In the inner courtyard where Chu Qinghe was, the snow had already piled up and was level with the surrounding steps.
Sometimes a cold wind blew a few flakes of snow towards the door of the main house at the edge of the courtyard.
But before the flying snow could get close to Chu Qinghe, who was sitting inside the room with a cup of hot tea, admiring the winter snow scenery, the heat from the stoves at the door of the house caused the thin snow to melt quickly.
It was bitterly cold outside and snowing heavily, but inside Chu Qinghe's house it was as warm as spring.
At this time, Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao both took off their shoes and lay on Chu Qinghe's bed, while Yao Yue sat quietly beside the desk. The three women each held some manuscripts in their hands.
Every time Yao Yue finished reading a page, her true energy would drag the page of manuscript in her hand and float lightly towards Qu Feiyan who was standing beside her.
After Qu Feiyan finished reading the manuscript, she handed it to Xiao Zhao beside her.
In this way, three people read the same storybook in this orderly order at the same time.
He brought the wine to his lips, waited until he drank a sip, and then looked at the heavy snow outside the window. Chu Qinghe actually felt like he was taking a break from his busy schedule.
It's winter outside, but it's warm as spring inside.
However, as time passed, Chu Qinghe gradually began to feel sleepy. At this moment, Yao Yue suddenly frowned and could not help but look up at Chu Qinghe who was dozing off at the door.
After taking a deep breath, he used his true energy to send the manuscript in his hand to Qu Feiyan who was standing beside him.
Qu Feiyan, who had just finished reading a page, happily placed the manuscript in front of her and began to read it with great interest.
As he watched, the little girl's legs were raised and swayed from time to time , showing Qu Feiyan's mood at the moment.
Faint sobbing sounds were heard quietly in the room.
As her eyes swept across the manuscript one by one, Qu Feiyan couldn't stop her tears as big as beans from falling.
Noticing Qu Feiyan's reaction, Yao Yue, who didn't know what she saw at this moment, gently closed her eyes, and her chest, which was full of fruits, rose and fell, as if she was adjusting something.
Xiao Zhao, who was lying next to him, looked at Qu Feiyan and couldn't help but asked curiously: "Why are you crying?"
Facing Xiao Zhao's question, Qu Feiyan said with red eyes: "You will know in a moment."
Listening to Qu Feiyan's response, Xiao Zhao looked puzzled, and his gaze lingered on the manuscript in front of Qu Feiyan for a moment.
A moment later, following Qu Feiyan, Xiao Zhao's eyes also began to turn red.
"Pure white snow fell from the sky. Looking at the lifeless man lying in her arms, tears flowed down Liu Hanyi's cheeks."
"Turning his head to look at the Luotian Palace behind him, Liu Hanyi slowly picked up the body that was gradually losing its temperature and stepped on the ground covered with snow until he reached the edge of the thousand-foot cliff and jumped off."
" As the two fell into the cliff, a blood-stained handkerchief floated into the air in the mountain wind. On the handkerchief, a few lines of small words were faintly visible."
"It's so embarrassing at this time and night! Enter my love door, and know my lovesickness pain. Long lovesickness means long memories, short lovesickness means endless. If I had known it would be so heart-wrenching, why didn't we meet in the first place?"
"The whole book, finished!"
As Xiao Zhao read the last word, tears welled up in his eyes.
Qu Feiyan, who was standing by, also had red eyes at this time, and looked at Chu Qinghe with a resentful expression.
In Chu Qinghe's storybook, the content written in the early stage is so sweet.
The unexpected encounter and the double standards of the heroine towards the hero and others made the three women all very excited and interested.
The sweeter the beginning, the more cruel the end.
The plot suddenly changed when it was revealed that the protagonist's biological father was the enemy who murdered the protagonist's father.
The originally sweet story with some twists and turns suddenly turned into a sad one.
Every time the hero and heroine meet, it is like an invisible knife cutting into the hearts of the three women.
When you see the latter part, it is really heart-wrenching.
Especially since Chu Qinghe also , even Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao were heartbroken after reading them.
In just less than half an hour, he cried dozens of times.
She would cry almost every few dozen breaths.
Even when Yao Yue looked at Chu Qinghe at this moment, there was hostility in her eyes.
Facing the gazes of the three women at this time, Chu Qinghe asked: "Do you think it looks good?"
After hearing Chu Qinghe's question, Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao still nodded although their eyes were red.
Yao Yue, who was standing by, gritted her teeth and said slowly, "It's really beautifully written."
Not to mention Yao Yue, who had been putting herself into the situation from the very beginning.
However, Chu Qinghe was not afraid of Yao Yue's look at that moment, and said slowly: "It's good-looking, that's all!"
Qu Feiyan said: "But Sir, what you wrote is too sad, isn't it? The beginning is so sweet."
Chu Qinghe said calmly: "It's right to be sad."
Hearing Chu Qinghe's words, Yao Yue's eyes turned cold, and she couldn't help but mobilize her true energy. Her sight kept moving around Chu Qinghe, as if she was thinking about which position to attack next.
Feeling the hostility in Yao Yue's eyes, Chu Qinghe coughed lightly and then said, "In fact, a story that starts off sweet but ends in tragedy is the most appropriate."
Then, without waiting for the girls to speak, Chu Qinghe spoke up, "Look, if it's sweet from the beginning to the end, and ends with a happy ending for everyone, it's just fun at best. How many of those scripts you used to read that ended with a family-friendly ending can you remember now?"
After hearing Chu Qinghe's explanation, Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao thought about the stories from the past. Xiao Zhao let it go, but Qu Feiyan was stunned for a moment and muttered, "It seems like I really can't remember it."
Chu Qinghe spread his hands and said, "Look! Sometimes, the harder it is to let go, the more impressive it will be. Otherwise, what's the difference between seeing it and not seeing it? Love is painful. There are 80,000 words in the world, but love is the most hurtful."
Some ideas in the business world all require being different and having their own unique and eye-catching features, and the same is true for storybooks.
It was just like a novel Chu Qinghe read in his previous life, where a heroine was left with only a bell at the end, and the protagonist could only look at the bell and think of her loved one.
Chu Qinghe was depressed for a while after watching this, and he still remembers it now.
It can be seen from this that ending a story with sadness can sometimes elevate the content of the story and make it more memorable.
Therefore, Chu Qinghe’s concept of writing a storybook is to make the character as sad as possible. The more the characters cry, the more appropriate Chu Qinghe’s writing is.
The story is full of surprises and ups and downs.
If you can imagine the rest of the story just by looking at the beginning, then what's the point of looking at it?
Faced with the reasons given by Chu Qinghe, Xiao Zhao and Qu Feiyan felt something was wrong, but they didn't know how to respond.
After all, Chu Qinghe's story was indeed well written, much better than any they had read before.
Even Yao Yue, after pondering Chu Qinghe's explanation, couldn't help but feel that there was some truth in what Chu Qinghe said.
At first glance, this kind of fallacy seems ridiculous, but upon closer examination, it seems to make some sense.
Just like Chu Qinghe is now, he talks in a series of ways, making it impossible for Yaoyue and the other two girls to find any reason to refute.
At this time, Xiao Zhao suddenly said, "Sir, will the word 'love' really always end in tragedy?"
After these words were spoken, Qu Feiyan and even Yao Yue looked towards Chu Qinghe.
Facing the three women's gazes, Chu Qinghe pondered for a few breaths and then said calmly: "I don't know about the others, but when it comes to love, your young master doesn't like the bitterness in it, he only likes the sweetness."
What a lunatic, who wants to go through the pain of love for no reason?
Chu Qinghe doesn't have any special preferences, he definitely likes sweet things, and the kind that's super sweet.
