The Legend Zhuohua

Chapter 12

Mu Zhuohua hummed a song and returned to Liuyunting, having missed the climax. The audience outside the venue discussed the scene that had just happened excitedly and eagerly. Mu Zhuohua could not hear clearly what they said, but he only knew that the words "Shen Jinghong" came and went.

When Guo Juli saw Mu Zhuohua coming, he complained: "Miss, why are you here? Just now, Young Master Jinghong was drinking wine, fighting poems, and fighting with the Confucian scholars. It was so exciting!"

Mu Zhuohua said with a smile: "I went to worship the Bodhisattva. I haven't seen you for a while, and you changed your name to Young Master Jinghong?" Guo Juli's eyes shone with admiration: "He is so awesome. There were only a dozen people there just now." Competing with him about poetry, he poured a glass of wine leisurely and held the pen with both hands, writing poems with his left hand and lyrics with his right hand. Before the wine cooled down, he wrote ten poems, each of which was a stunning masterpiece. He was so heroic and courageous. cloud!"

Mu Zhuohua glanced sideways and said, "You have also learned a lot of words, all with four characters and four characters."

Guo Juli touched his head and smiled sheepishly: "I heard what others said too."

"It seems that the reputation of this poetry demon needs to change." Mu Zhuohua said thoughtfully.

"You also know this, now everyone calls him the Poet Saint." Guo Juli's face was full of admiration, and his expression suddenly changed, "Miss, something bad is going to happen!"

Mu Zhuohua was shocked: "What's wrong with me?"

Guo Juli said seriously: "The price of paper in Dingjing is going to increase again. Let's stock up on more."

Mu Zhuohua laughed and said, "I thought it was some big deal. Look at this."

Mu Zhuohua said and put the five hundred taels of silver notes into Guo Juli's hand. Guo Juli looked down and opened his mouth in disbelief.

"This...this..." Guo Juli was so frightened that he quickly stuffed the banknote into his arms and looked at Mu Zhuohua with a pale face, "Miss, if you forge the banknote, you will be beheaded..."

Mu Zhuohua rolled his eyes and flicked Guo Juli's forehead: "What are you thinking? This is true."

Guo Juli didn't believe it: "Where did you get so much money!"

Mu Zhuohua said: "Didn't I worship the Bodhisattva just now? Maybe the Bodhisattva saw my sincerity and actually asked me to pick up the money."

Guo Juli still looked suspicious: "This is not one, two, two, five hundred taels."

Mu Zhuohua nodded and said: "Yes, look at the many famous nobles on the mountain today, and they don't have any change on them. Look at my father, does he take any silver with him when he goes out? Just one piece of money can cost several hundred taels."

After hearing this, Guo Juli was convinced: "That's right, I don't carry any silver notes less than five hundred taels with me."

"So, I'm just so lucky that I picked up a five hundred tael note." Mu Zhuohua said proudly.

Guo Juli still had doubts: "Then...should we find the owner?"

Mu Zhuohua waved his hand: "Anyone who has lost so much money will not care about these five hundred taels. When will my father feel distressed about losing five hundred taels?"

Guo Juli was convinced again.

Mu Zhuohua clasped his hands and said, "Those who lost their money must be disrespectful to Bodhisattva, so Bodhisattva let me pick up the money. All this is Bodhisattva's arrangement."