Rumor Has It That I’m Pregnant with His Highness’ Child

Everyone was shocked by Zheng Changle's brain circuit.

They had never seen someone so unbelievable.

Who knows it's not over yet.

Next, Zheng Changle began to point to their noses and said one by one.

"What right do you have to say about me? Don't think I don't know what you've done in private."

"Second Lu, you said that you hated Master Wang's books the most, but behind your back you quietly wrapped up all the "Feng Ming Guo Ji" in the bookstore!"

Lu Lao Er blushed: "I, I don't want other people to be poisoned by "Feng Ming Guo Ji", so I bought all the books in advance, I locked all those books in the box, one didn't have one. Look!"

Zheng Changle: "And you Hu Si, you deliberately paid a high price to hire someone to make all the important characters written by Master Wang of the village into sugar figures, and put them in a room full of them!"

Hu Si shrank his neck: "I kneaded the candy people because I wanted to eat all those candy people. I felt happy watching the hated characters being eaten by myself."

Zheng Changle: "As for you, Wu Xiaoliu, don't I need to say more? Last time you found me quietly and wanted me to choose a few people from the troupe, so that "Seven Treasures" and "Feng Ming Guo Ji" "For the show."

Wu Xiaoliu covered his face with his sleeve: "You promised me not to tell anyone else."

...

By the time Zheng Changle finished speaking, the bottom line of everyone present had already been revealed.

Even Wei Liao was surprised.

He thought that it was amazing that he secretly collected the portraits of the little mute and the queen, but he didn't expect that this group of people was more than him.

However, these people are still stubborn, and they are still unwilling to confess to this point.

Yu curling was also stunned by this reversal.

She thought that these were all her own black fans, but she didn't expect that they were only black on the outside, but they were still fans on the inside.

Zheng Changle was speechless.

But he didn't care about drinking water to moisten his throat, and stared straight at Wei Liao with his two eyes.

To be precise, he was looking at the folding fan in his arms.

"Brother Wei, since the fans have already been exposed, don't hide them and tuck them in. Just ask for a price, and I promise never to bargain!"

When the rest of the people saw this, they all leaned over and shouted in a loud voice.

"I'll pay one hundred taels, sell it to me!"

"I'll give two hundred taels!"

"Three hundred taels, give it to me!"

...

Zheng Changle was furious: "You don't want to rob me, I'll give you a thousand taels!"

After he finished speaking, he slapped the stack of silver notes on the table.

The momentum can be said to be quite sufficient.

Everyone present was shocked by his style.

Unexpectedly, Wei Liao didn't even look at the silver notes, and said slowly.

"Not to mention one thousand taels, even if it is ten thousand taels, I will not sell it."

Zheng Changle immediately became anxious: "I can't get 20,000 taels for a while."

Wei Liao: "I mean, no matter how much you pay, I won't sell fans."

Zheng Changle begged bitterly: "Don't, we are all friends, let's discuss it!"

The others also looked at Wei Liao eagerly, wanting him to sell the folding fan to him.

Wei Liao really enjoyed the feeling at this time.

He took out the folding fan and opened it with a swipe, revealing the portraits depicted on the fan.

Everyone's eyes stared at the fan, and the scorching eyes seemed to burn the fan.

Wei Liao was very proud, and her tone was full of show.

"This fan was painted by Master Wang of the village entrance. There is only one copy in the world. It is impossible to sell it. You should die."

He did as he wished to see the disappointment on everyone's faces.

His heart became happier.

In the past, he felt that it was cool to scold Master Wang of the village with everyone, but now this feeling of being envied, jealous and hated is even more refreshing!

At this moment, a small hand reached out and picked up the stack of silver notes on the table.

"Give me the thousand taels, and I will help you get a fan drawn by Master Wang of the village entrance."

Everyone looked at the prestige, and saw Yu Weiwei counting the banknotes happily.

I didn't expect a fan to sell for so much money.

If she had known that money was so easy to earn, she would have painted a dozen or so a day.

Zheng Changle was dubious: "What you said is true?"

Yu Weiwei: "Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, you can ask Wei Liao whether I got the folding fan in his hand for him."

Zheng Changle immediately looked at Wei Liao and asked if it was true?

Wei Liao's expression was very ugly.

What's the matter with this woman? Did she buy her for a thousand taels? !

Do you still want her card as the princess of Langjun? !

Wei Liao sneered: "Of course it's not true, this fan was handed over to me by Master Wang of the village mouth, and it has nothing to do with this guy."

Yu curled up long ago that Wei Liao would not cooperate, so she directly returned the bank note to Zheng Changle and said to him.

"You take the money back first. When I get the folding fan tomorrow, how about we pay for the money and deliver it?"

Zheng Changle nodded without hesitation: "Okay! When are you coming tomorrow?"

Yu Weiwei thought about it, she has to go to the Justice Department to check in tomorrow, and she definitely doesn't have time during the day.

"Evening, I'll come here to find you then."

Zheng Changle: "Okay, tomorrow you just need to tell the guy at the door that you're here to find me. You don't need to buy a ticket in advance."

Yu Weiyi smiled and rolled her eyes: "Then it's settled."

Originally, she came here to find the head of the opera troupe in order to talk to the head of the drama about the adaptation of "The Journey of the King of Lang to the East" into a drama.

No matter what Xiao Yan thinks of her now, she will not change her original intention.

She will try her best to reverse Xiao Juan's bad image in the public mind.

Now she found out that Zheng Changle, the son of the class leader, was her book fan. She felt that she could start with Zheng Changle, first establish a certain trust relationship with him, and then ask him to help facilitate the adaptation.

The rest were also a little excited.

They also wanted to get the folding fan drawn by Master Wang at the entrance of the village, but they couldn't come up with a thousand taels for a while, and looked at Yu curling eagerly.

Yu Weiwei noticed their gaze, moved in her heart, and said with a smile.

"I can also get a bookmark inscribed by Master Wang of the village entrance. Do you want it?"

Everyone nodded hurriedly: "I want it! We want it! How much?"

Bookmarks are just writing a word, unlike a folding fan, you have to bother to draw, so Yu curled up not to call the price too high.

She stretched out a light-white finger: "One tael of silver."

Who knew that the next moment, Zheng Changle would take out the bank note and slap it on the table.

"Give me a hundred first!"

The others shouted right after.

"I want a hundred too!"

Yu curling: "..."

So many people, 100 per person, she has to write down her hands, right? !

She said with difficulty: "One hundred will not work, each person is limited to ten."

Although everyone was disappointed, they could only accept it reluctantly.

"Ten will do."

After Yu Weiwei counted the number of bookmarks, she was about to turn around and leave. While it was still early, she had to go back and quickly make the folding fan and bookmarks.

These are all silver coins!

As soon as she stepped out of the private room, Wei Liao followed.

Wei Liao blocked her way and said with a gloomy face.

"You are not allowed to draw fans for others!"

Wei Liao: If everyone else has fans, how can I show off in the future?

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