Chapter 8
"Ah, is that true?" Jian Xinyi didn't expect that she and Shi Kui had such a relationship.
"You were only ten years old then, and Dad didn't want you to get engaged so early." Old Lin waved his hand and drank another cup of wine in a pretentious manner. "Forget it, have you finished those sketches? Today, a scholar asked me to print a storybook, and I'll print them all for you."
"Oh, it's not finished yet. You have to wait for a while." Jian Xinyi turned around and went back to the bedroom, sorted the scattered manuscripts on the table, picked up a piece of paper, and started to finish the manuscript quickly.
This is the scene of confrontation between the sinister man and the cold-hearted man. One of them is a prince, and the other is the son of a marquis. Why don't they know each other and why are they arguing with each other here? They need to explain.
The two men are competing against each other but are both on a secret visit, so they naturally don't want to be recognized. They tacitly keep each other's identities secret, but this requires details to be explained, and the heroine must not be able to find out. Anyway, the players know the hero's life experience from the character setting, so as long as the plot progresses smoothly, it will be fine.
Jian Xinyi continued painting along this line of thought, letting the sinister man and the indifferent man look at each other with knowing smiles on their faces. The next picture immediately switched to the heroine finding that the two men were looking at each other but didn't know what to do.
She was a little troubled about the heroine. The heroines in Jian Xinyi's previous games tended to be silly and complaining, but in ancient times, such a heroine's personality would probably not be very popular, after all, the generation gap is a bit deep.
Deeper than the Mariana Trench.
Jian Xinyi could only try her best to recall the ladies from the TV dramas she had watched before. After all, she was just a street girl now and didn't know any ladies to learn from, so she could only imagine.
Otherwise, you can hang out at Bai Yuanyuan's rouge shop every day, maybe you can meet a few people, but which rich girl would come out to buy rouge by herself?
Jian Xinyi sighed. Why were all the people who came here from wealthy families the same age? It was really tiring for her to have to fend for herself.
It would be best if this was a story with a strong female protagonist. If not, she, Jian Xinyi, wanted to be a nobody.
The heroine will also be tired, okay?
After finally finishing the painting, Jian Xinyi sorted out the draft, and said mischievously, "Dad, you are educated, please help me choose a name."
"What's the name?"
"As for the names of the characters, there are four of them, but I haven't decided on their names yet."
Jian Xinyi blinked her eyes and looked at her cheap father. Her father sighed, turned around and picked up a blunt pen, "This is what I use my scholar for."
He looked carefully. "The first one looks quite upright, so his name is Mingzheng. Why does the second one look a bit like the Jinwu Guard who came today?"
"Even their eyes are different, how can they be similar?" Jian Xinyi was very unconvinced. "How can that evil-hearted Jinwu Guard compare to him?"
"Black heart and rotten lungs?"
"Yeah." Jian Xinyi nodded, her tone vaguely tinged with anger. "He told me today that since we want to solve the case, we should lock Shi Kui up longer to let the real criminal down. If this isn't a wicked heart, what is this?"
"This... is indeed a bit too much." Old Lin nodded helplessly. Seeing that she was indeed angry, he felt relieved. This Jinwu Guard came to the bookstore again and again. If it was just to investigate the case, he had never seen such a proactive person in his life. So he couldn't help but think more deeply about it.
Jian Xinyi didn't understand, but she felt that Lao Lin was worried about the naming issue, so she earnestly instructed: "Then give him a good name, don't let it be affected by that person's bad luck."
"Then, Leng Yan."
Jian Xinyi's eyes lit up, "What about the remaining two? Think about it again."
"The man with a bad face is Dugu Ling, and the one with a gentle face is Wen Yu."
She wrote quickly with her pen, then looked up at her cheap dad. "Okay, Dad, your writing talent is still as good as it was back then."
This old man has many surprises that she doesn't know about. He is really amazing.
Old Lin blushed slightly when his girl praised him like this. "Thinking back then, I wrote a poem to fight against Hong..."
Jian Xinyi quickly interrupted him, "Okay, then help me come up with a name. What are the names of the books that are selling well now?"
"Jinghuatai, Mulberry Evening on the Road, Bright Moon by the Bridge, and so on." Lao Lin recalled the best-selling books in the bookstore and found that the names were quite pretentious, and he couldn't help but curl his lips.
"So artistic?"
This touched upon Jian Xinyi's blind spot in knowledge. She was a woman who conquered the world with her silly names. She had never come up with such literary names as "The Time-Traveling Princess Is Not Easy to Mess With" and "The Reborn Salted Fish Princess Is Charming and Attractive".
Seeing Jian Xinyi's worried look, Lao Lin took a pen and paper and said, "Hey, you have four men, right? Let's call it Si Nan Chuan. How about that? I have to go print the book for them quickly. That's it. Let's print out a few copies first."
After saying that, he hurried out with a pile of manuscripts.
Jian Xinyi stayed where she was, not knowing whether this decision was right or wrong, but she still went back to the bedroom and roughly planned the plot of the third chapter.
The third chapter will continue to drag on, the plot needs to be fast, there must be more Shura fields, and the main line must be branched at this time. Due to the emergence of branch plots, Jian Xinyi's work has increased suddenly, and it is estimated that there will be no more overnight miracles.
The arrangement of branch quests is also very particular. Three-person quests usually go together, four-person quests usually go in pairs, and multi-person quests usually have only one common chapter, and then a question is asked to directly choose a branch quest.
Jian Xinyi decided to make the sunny and gentle man one side story, and the cold and scheming man another side story.
Although she has a name, she is still more accustomed to being called by a nickname so that she can be easily identified.
The sunny guy was already unhappy because the heroine had previously accompanied the gentle guy, and the gentle guy learned that the sunny guy had invited the heroine without knowing the etiquette, and the shackles between the two became deeper and deeper. Coincidentally, the sunny guy offended the gentle guy's boss because of his integrity, and when he was imprisoned, the heroine's father happened to be presiding over the trial. The heroine had to choose to save him or not.
I picked up my brush and started painting. I didn't know how much time had passed. Seeing that it was almost time outside, I went to Huichun Hall. I couldn't forget what I promised others.
As soon as she entered, Doctor Zhang saw that she was in high spirits and asked her cheerfully, "What good news is this that makes you so happy?"
Jian Xinyi was very puzzled as to why she was so happy, so she could only casually explain, "It's okay, I'm almost well."
Doctor Zhang laughed heartily and casually sprinkled the powder on Jian Xinyi's wound. She grimaced in pain, but kept muttering, "That's right. You don't need to come back tomorrow. Don't pick at the scab when it forms."
Jian Xinyi couldn't nod, so she could only say, "I know."
"Hey, I heard that kid Shi Kui was in jail. Do you know what happened? Did he get into a fight again, or did he offend some noble family?"
Doctor Zhang's expression, as if he was about to eat some melon, made Jian Xinyi quite embarrassed. If she told others about Shi Kui, it would not be very polite. But if she didn't tell anyone, rumors would spread all over the neighborhood in just a few days. A fight today could be spread as harm tomorrow, and three people could make a tiger. Jian Xinyi was conflicted and didn't know how to start.
Aunt Ting suddenly came out and knocked Doctor Zhang on the head fiercely, admonishing him, "Don't ask about anything else. Go and see your doctor."
Doctor Zhang looked at his wife and couldn't even say no. He turned around and walked away with a pout.
Only then did Aunt Ting lead Jian Xinyi to the place where the medicine was boiled in the back, and looked at her with a look of relief, "Zhuiyu, go inside."
Jian Xinyi responded and went in to see the little girl Danggui. "Are you here?"
Danggui saw Jian Xinyi and ran over: "Why are you here so late? I've been waiting for you for a long time. Did you know that someone died in Xianxian Tower?"
"How do you know?"
Jian Xinyi couldn't help but be surprised at how quickly news spread in ancient times, but then she heard the girl continue, "It's all over the streets. I heard it's so scary that Xianxianlou has even closed down. They say it's the work of ghosts and gods."
"What ghosts and gods?"
She seemed a little confused. After thinking carefully, her brows furrowed. "It's said that a girl died in the building last March. She fell into a well and died. The murderer was never found. Later, someone heard her crying beside the well. Some people also said they saw her ghost. She was dressed in red and was very scary."
Jian Xinyi was stunned when she heard the news. She had never thought that there were ghosts and gods in Xianxian Tower. When she thought about it carefully, it was quite scary: "What you said makes me feel spooky."
"Is this eerie?" Danggui sneered at Jian Xinyi's cowardly behavior. She fanned the stove with a fan, and the temperature in the room instantly rose a few degrees. However, Jian Xinyi still felt a chill rushing in like the wind. She had no choice but to speed up her movements to make the fire burn more vigorously.
But Danggui came closer and whispered in her ear, "Then let me tell you, this girl was killed by the girl in the building. Wouldn't you be scared? This is an evil spirit claiming your life."
"In this world...where do ghosts and gods come from?"
Jian Xinyi tremblingly repeated Qian Yuan's words to protect herself. Although she was a ghost, it did not prevent her from being afraid of other ghosts.
Then again, she was just a little girl who had never been to a place like Xianxian Tower. How could she know so much information? Was someone deliberately spreading it to confuse people?
"You know so much. Where did you hear it from?" Jian Xinyi took the medicine soup in her hand out, turned around and took her fan, and asked with a flattering look on her face.
"There used to be a place selling rice dumplings made with fermented rice on East Street. I heard people discussing it. Is it really that mysterious?" Danggui moved closer and took the medicinal soup that Jian Xinyi had prepared for her. "Let's not talk about this anymore. Are you not coming tomorrow?"
"Well, the wound is almost healed." Jian Xinyi nodded. "Why, you can't bear to leave me?"
"Go away." Danggui expressed her disdain for Jian Xinyi's narcissistic behavior. "Where can I find your comic strip? I'll go back and tell them, but no one has ever heard of it."
"Oh. That, huh? Why, you want to see it?" Jian Xinyi's eyes lit up when she saw her first big client, a mischievous look quietly emerging on her face. "Come to my dad's bookstore, it's in the narrow alley on the corner of North Street."
Angelica was furious, with her hands on her hips, but then she thought of the contents of the book and softened her tone, "Then you have to give me a copy."
Jian Xinyi finished boiling the last dose of medicine and turned to leave. Hearing her words, he leaned closer and pinched her face, "Don't worry, I will definitely send you off. I'm leaving first."
She wanted to go to East Street to see who was causing trouble.
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