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Volume 2: The Edge of the Sword Appears Chapter 268: Bewitched

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    Back to the courtyard, she saw Ye Junmei standing at the door from a distance, looking a little anxious - her brother followed Zhao Emei out, so she couldn't help but worry.

    At this time, seeing Ye Junsheng come back safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

    The smile is full of smiles, like a white orchid that suddenly blooms, swaying and shining.

    They entered the yard side by side, as usual, each doing his or her own thing.

    In the evening, the second son of Ximen arrived and brought good news: the troupe had gathered together.

    It¡¯s not unpleasant to be so efficient.  However, the Ximen family's business is all over the world, and with the help of his wife Guo's family, they know countless people, so they don't hesitate to throw down their capital and want to do a drama, which is simply a piece of cake.

    "Jun Sheng, what do you think the name of this theater troupe should be?"

    Ye Junsheng chuckled: "Isn't that what you guys are going to do?"

    Second Young Master Ximen said seriously: "No, I must ask you to name it."

    Ye Junsheng pondered for a moment: "How about the Peking Opera Troupe?"

    Second Young Master Ximen clapped his hands and said, "Wow, the Capital Theater Troupe lives up to its name and looks grand."

    Ye Junsheng just smiled and said nothing.

    "Then it's settled. By the way, the script should be written. I'll show it to them. We'll prepare for the rehearsal early and try to choose a good day to start the show."

    It was Ye Junmei who answered: "Okay."

    Turning around and entering the room, he took out the "Matchmaker's Story" - the original name was changed.

    Seeing the three-character title of the book on the title page, the Second Young Master Ximen smiled and understood the meaning of the text. This kind of thing about a talented man and a beautiful woman is very in line with the Second Young Master's aesthetic sense.  I've already thought about it now, take it back and take a look at it yourself.

    "The big exam for your student life is coming soon, how are you preparing for it?"

    ??For scholars all over the world, the foundation of a stable life lies in the word "fame".

    Ye Junsheng said calmly: "It's okay."

    These are all polite words, quite satisfactory.

    "That's good. By the way, I will return to Yangzhou tomorrow to prepare for the wedding. Junsheng and your sister, you must come over."

    Ye Junsheng said "congratulations": "It's easy to talk about, I must go."

    Second Young Master Ximen left with a smile on his face.

    "Brother, if you tell me what I say, will the actor like it?"

    Ye Junmei looked a little uneasy.

    "Haha, I must like it."

    "As long as you like it, I really hope the performance can be successful, otherwise I'm sorry to Mr. Ximen."

    It was agreed at the beginning that they would be responsible for writing the storybook with "technical investment" and split the accounts 50-50.  Although neither they nor Mr. Ximen take this money seriously.  But since you want to do something, you must start and finish it and do it beautifully.

    After uncovering this topic, Ye Junmei thought of something: "Brother, Mr. Ximen and Miss Guo are getting married. When we calculate the date, it is almost the time to take the exam. Running back and forth, will it have any impact on you?"

    Ye Junsheng replied: "The journey is not far, it won't be in the way."

    The capital of the Tianhua Dynasty was not in the north, but in the south of the Yangtze River, adjacent to Yangzhou. It didn't take a day's journey either by land or water.  Compared with the long journey between other state capitals, it is convenient.

    Ye Junmei said no more: she has confidence in her brother, and since Ye Junsheng said it would not be a problem, then there is no problem.

    "Liu Xiucai, is Liu Xiucai here?"

    In the White Horse Temple in the north of the city, a monk came to the southwest corner of the wing and knocked on the door and shouted.

    A moment later, Liu Xiucai was seen hurriedly coming out to greet him: "Xiao Sheng is here, master, what are your instructions?"

    The monk put his hands together and said, "I'm here to collect scriptures.

    Hearing this, Liu Xiucai was speechless and speechless.

    It turns out that he doesn¡¯t live in White Horse Temple for free, he has to pay rent.  Suffering from poverty, he had no choice but to find another way to bear the burden, which was to help the temple copy scriptures.

    He stayed for one day and copied 500 words from the scriptures.

    But in recent days, Liu Xiucai has not copied much, and he can't hand it over.

    Seeing him hesitating, the monk's face darkened: "Liu Xiucai, could it be that you didn't copy the scriptures?"

    Liu Xiucai said with a bitter look on his face: "Recently, I am obsessed with calligraphy and copying takes a lot of time, so"

    The monk shouted: "Liu Xiucai, don't you?The Son of Man.  I saw you were pitiful, so I allowed you to settle down.  No rent was charged, and the money was used to copy scriptures.  You're so nice, you don't care at all.  In this case, this temple cannot tolerate you, so you should move out.  "

    Liu Xiucai's face changed greatly, and he begged: "Master, please be merciful. It's all my fault that Xiaosheng has lost his mind these days and has neglected his homework. Three days, please allow Master three days, and I will definitely hand in the full amount."

    The monk snorted coldly: "You and I can't ignore the rules in the temple. I'll give you time, but who will give me time?"

    Liu Xiucai fell to his knees with a plop: "Master, please be kind. The provincial examination is coming soon. If I have no place to stay, wouldn't it mean that I will end my career? How can I go back to my hometown to see my parents at home?"

    Seeing him kneeling, the monk quickly avoided him and recited the Buddha's name: "Well, I am compassionate, so I will grant you grace once. But there is only one day. I will come to collect the scriptures tomorrow night. If I can't hand them over, there will be nothing I can do to help."

    After saying that, he walked away.

    It is common for scholars like Liu Xiucai to be in the capital during the big exam year.  This is the third time Liu Xiucai has participated in the provincial examination. He failed in the previous two times, and this time, I am afraid it will be similar.

    Returning to the wing, Liu Xiucai looked sad and stood there for a moment before finally making up his mind.  He came over, picked up all the stacks of paper and ink on the desk, lit a fire, and burned them one by one.

    These papers and inks have deep creases, and they were obviously crumpled into a ball and then carefully unfolded and smoothed out.

    The paper is high-quality rice paper, and the calligraphy is also excellent. The iron paintings and silver hooks are very spirited.

    Precisely because these words were well written, Liu Xiucai was fascinated by them and wanted to copy them as soon as he saw them.  This took up most of the time. Not only was there no copying of scriptures, but even the usual review lessons were wasted.

    "Hey, people say, 'Playing with things leads to loss of one's ambition,' does that count for me?"

    Liu Xiucai sighed and wanted to burn all the paper and ink, and at the same time burn this thought, so as to get back on track.

    ? One sheet, two sheets, three sheets

    Liu Xiucai's heart ached: These words are indeed very good. Although the creases are too deep, they are of little value even if framed, but you can learn a lot by copying them.  It would be a pity to burn it down like this.

    ?????????????????? Then, just leave one piece Yes, only leave one piece

    When he burned the last piece, Liu Xiucai finally stopped. After a lot of inner struggle, he kept this piece:

    "The Master said: The deceased is like a man!"

    These are the words on the paper, seven words, written by the sages.

    This piece of paper has the shallowest crease, which is flattened and cannot be seen without looking carefully.

    Liu Xiucai put the paper and ink away. Next, it was time to start copying the scriptures.  After several days of homework, it accumulated to a total of 6,000 words.

    Copying 6,000 words in one day is not an easy task. You have to race against time to complete it.
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