Graduating willfully, secretly working as a mortician and being broadcast live

Mu Ningxue decided not to look at Princess Wencheng with normal eyes, but because every time she went to see Princess Wencheng, Princess Wencheng closed her eyes, and she couldn't confirm whether the annoying gaze really came from Princess Wencheng.

And that gaze followed her all the time, interrupting her to speak again and again, but she stopped struggling and swallowed the words back into her stomach.

They stayed in the inn for another day, and as soon as it got dark at night, the two of them continued on their way.

At the same time, a breaking news article appeared on the Internet, and the person involved was Lin Xu.

However, the account that broke the news was a small account, and the article did not arouse any reaction.

The moonlight was falling, and a figure took advantage of the moonlight to gallop on a forest path.

The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the meditation room has deep flowers and trees.

Passing through the path, the front suddenly becomes clear, and an old house is hidden among the trees.

The figure stepped forward to pat the door, and then the wooden window on the door opened. A pair of eyes glanced through the wooden window, and the door was opened only after confirming that someone was coming.

The ancient house retains the ancient architectural style inside and out, bypassing the screen wall, passing through the garden, and a row of brick and tile mansions appear.

Stepping into the threshold, there is an Eight Immortals table in the living room, and two grand master chairs on both sides.

On both sides of the living room, there are two rows of chairs neatly arranged, just like the halls of the big family in the ancient costume TV series.

The figure entered and sat on the lower chair, and a well-trained servant brought tea.

Holding the teacup and drank it down in one gulp, the figure asked, "Has the Patriarch rested?"

"Master Qiu, the Patriarch knows that you will come back today, and has ordered you to come over. You have to rest for a while, and someone has already notified the Patriarch."

The man known as Young Master Qiu nodded, tapped the wall of the cup lightly with his fingers, signaling for the servants to add more tea.

After drinking a few cups of tea, several servants walked into the hall.

Seeing this, Young Master Qiu got up quickly, and the next second an old man with pale hair and beard walked in.

The pale hair and beard, the accumulated wrinkles on the face, the absence of the old man is too old.

But the old man is hale and hearty, he walks imposingly, with the wind blowing under his feet, he doesn't look like an old man at all.

When passing by Young Master Qiu, Young Master Qiu directly bowed his head and put on a very low posture.

"How is your investigation going? Is he the son of that man?"

The old man sat in the upper seat and asked directly.

"Reporting to Master, according to my investigation, his father is not that person, but although the exercises he used are different from those in the clan, they have the same effect, like the original exercises. improvements have been made.”

"But he didn't say in detail who taught him the exercises he used, and I can't confirm whether it was taught to him by that person after improvement."

After hearing Young Master Qiu's reply, the old man frowned, with a trace of displeasure on his face.

"That is to say, you didn't gain anything concrete during this trip?"

The old man's majestic tone added a bit of anger, and Young Master Qiu trembled suddenly, lowering his head even lower.

"I'm sorry Patriarch, the other party is really too cunning. They are either ambiguous about the master's inheritance, or keep silent, and they really can't get anything out of it."

"However, I tried him in the end. The exercises he used at that time seemed to me to be a forbidden technique in the family. I have recorded it and asked the Patriarch to read it."

Young Master Qiu took out his mobile phone from his pocket, called up a video, and handed it over to the servants to present to the old man.

Through a golden light, the lens recorded the originating process of a red light.

Looking at the content in the video, the old man's products became more and more dignified.

After watching it several times, I put my phone away.

"It's indeed like a forbidden technique in the clan, but just to be on the safe side, I want to make sure that I was able to produce this video. It seems that you have put a lot of effort into this matter."

"You're doing well, go back and have a good rest! I'll find you again if something happens."

Young Master Qiu was visibly relieved, nodded in response, and bowed out of the hall.

After Young Master Qiu left, the old man repeatedly watched the video content several times, thought for a long time, and hurriedly got up and left while clutching his phone.

The moonlight shines on the quaint courtyard, the surroundings are so quiet, even though it is summer, there is not even the sound of mosquitoes.

The old house, like a witness of a thousand years of history, is isolated here. If it weren't for the appearance of Young Master Qiu, this place would be as dead and silent.

……

A certain city!

Before dawn, various noisy voices rang out from the basement.

Because he didn't sleep all night, Wang Zitao's head was about to explode.

At this moment, all kinds of noisy sounds penetrated into his ears, pushing him to the brink of collapse.

The night before yesterday, he turned on the small composition mode.

Wrote tens of thousands of words against Lin Xu.

All kinds of explosive and exciting content made him rack his brains.

After applying for an account and posting the news, he waited with great anticipation for Lin Xu's doomsday.

So much so that when he went to work, he was full of enthusiasm, and he even worked hard at the work that he hated so much in the past.

After finally waiting until he got home from get off work, he couldn't wait to open the news, ready to reap his own achievements.

However, the number of views is single digits, and the comment area is clean.

The Internet was not full of reports against Lin Xu as he expected.

The anticipation of the whole day was broken, and he was so angry that he couldn't even eat.

But Wang Zitao did not give up. Considering his lack of influence, he spent the whole night applying for trumpets on various platforms and began to spread his small composition.

After two consecutive nights without a good rest, Wang Zitao was really about to collapse.

But he still earns money and has to go to work, so he can only go out with dark circles under his eyes.

In the studio, his mind was full of small composition matters, and he made mistakes several times. Thanks to his colleagues who discovered it in time, he did not make a big mistake.

Seeing that he was absent-minded and had a pair of panda eyes, his colleagues thought it was because he hadn't had a good rest and couldn't concentrate.

When comforting him, Wang Zitao didn't listen at all, and was still thinking about how to spread the short composition quickly.

Seeing him in a daze, the colleague was really worried, so he asked him to go to the back to rest for a while.

This time, Wang Zitao listened and went to the lounge.

The colleague was worried, so he turned off the hot water on the way, only to see Wang Zitao watching the entertainment news with his mobile phone.

The colleague's face changed, and he instantly felt that he had kindly sent it to the wrong place.

"Wang Zitao, I see that you have dark circles under your eyes and you are absent-minded. I thought you didn't have a good rest. I asked you to come and rest. I didn't know you were playing with your phone here."

"Plus, aren't you not interested in these entertainment news? Why do you care so much today?"

Wang Zitao frowned, didn't hear what his colleagues said, and focused all his attention on the comment area that was constantly being renovated, thinking about how he could achieve this effect,