Tea room on the second floor of Sanwei Bookstore.

When Zhu Yunxi thought about meeting the readers and fans of Daming, he felt a little excited.

Although his writing was a bit disgraceful and too copy-pasted, he was still very happy and felt that he had allowed Ming readers to appreciate such a beautiful book hundreds of years in advance.

It's a pity that he has slept in the Red Mansion and still hasn't continued his "dream", so his dream of the Red Mansion never comes true.

Zhu Yunxi soaked the little dragon balls he stole from Lao Zhu and waited for the fans and readers to arrive.

However, when the three people stood in front of Zhu Yunxi, they immediately stunned Zhu Yunxi.

"Why three?"

Yang Xinluo saw the confusion on Zhu Yunxi's face and quickly introduced two friends to him.

"These are two of my old friends. This is Qin Hengbo, and this is Gao Ming. They are both contemporary celebrities!"

"I heard that my little friend is the author of the Golden Plum Vase, so I came here to pay a visit!"

"As for me... I signed my name in the last letter. You should still remember it, right?"

"Yang Xinlu?"

"Green ants' newly fermented wine, small red clay stove. It's getting snowy in the evening, can you have a drink?"

Zhu Yunxi recently memorized three hundred poems, which can be said to have greatly improved his knowledge. When he thought of Yang Xinluo's name, he immediately thought of this poem.

Yang Xinluo's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this. He didn't expect that the little boy in front of him could actually guess the origin of his name!

"What I said is true, I did get my name from this."

"May I ask, little friend, are you Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng?"

Zhu Yunxi did not answer Yang Xinluo's question immediately, but asked the store clerk to show the three people their seats.

"Three old men, please take a seat!"

The net worth of the three of them is not bad. Both Yang Xinlu and Qin Hengbo are from prominent families in Jiangnan.

Yang Xinluo's father, Yang Weizhen, built a manor specifically to enjoy singing, singing, and poetry with the world's well-known literati. Later, he also established the Ying Kui Wenhui with Lu Liangzuo to comment on the articles of the world's scholars.

He became the leader of the Yang family's literary world.

It can be said that this leadership position was achieved entirely by spending money.

For an ordinary family, just entertaining those scholars would go bankrupt.

Qin Hengbo and Yang Xinlu's family are family friends. If both families are family friends, can their family background be any different?

Only Gao Ming is a little worse. Because of his brother Gao Qi's case, a lot of family property was extorted by the government, and now he can barely be called "poor".

But his poverty is only compared to that of Yang Xinlu and Qin Hengbo, and he is still much richer than ordinary people.

After all, if he was really destitute, where would he have the spare money to travel from Suzhou to the capital?

And nothing happened when I came here. I just wanted to complain to two old friends and scold Emperor Zhu of the Ming Dynasty.

Therefore, the three of them knew that this tea was extraordinary just by smelling it. When they saw half a small dragon ball placed on the tea tray, their faces all twitched with distress.

The grandson in front of me is really capable of squandering natural resources. Such precious tribute tea was wasted by him like this!

As the name suggests, Xiaolongtuan is a tea cake with a dragon pattern printed on it.

The most amazing thing is that when this tea is brewed in boiling water, you can see the wonderful scene of the dragon on the tea cake slowly stretching from small to large.

Not to mention drinking this tea, just taking a look at it is a rare blessing. Even with the wealth of the three of them, if they are lucky enough to get a piece of tea, they will not be willing to drink it. They will treasure it well and only take it out to appreciate it if they are close friends.

Ichiban.

"My humble house is simple and shabby, and I really can't offer anything good to entertain you, so I'll treat you all to some shabby tea!"

When the three of them heard this, they coughed several times in embarrassment. They secretly thought that if this was bad tea, there would probably be no good tea in the world.

In fact, there was not much of this stuff in Lao Zhu's place. In his early years, he thought it was a waste and had stopped paying tribute to such group teas in Jian'an, Fujian Province. What Zhu Yunxi stole was the last of his inventory.

However, looking at the young boy in front of him, squandering his natural resources so violently, it confirmed his identity as the grandson of the emperor.

In fact, even without Xiao Tuan Cha, several people could basically determine the grandson's identity.

After all, just before they went upstairs, they had gone through a body search by the Jin Yiwei. Even the Chengni Inkstone in Gao Ming's arms was taken away by the Jin Yiwei in the name of fear of hurting the nobleman.

"Come, come, let me pour tea for the three old gentlemen..."

Just as Zhu Yunxi was about to take action, he was stopped by Yang Xinluo.

"slow!"

“It’s better for us to make such good tea ourselves!”

After that, Yang Xinluo grabbed the teapot, carefully gave himself a Phoenix Three Nod, and then poured it for the other two old friends in turn.

Zhu Yunxi saw that Old Yangtou was skillful in his skills, so he was not in a hurry to show his shame.

"Mr. Yang, I don't know why you insist on seeing me?"

Yang Xinluo was holding a teacup and inhaling the aroma of Longtuan with a face full of intoxication. Suddenly he heard Zhu Yunxi asking, and he replied without raising his head.

"You haven't answered me yet, are you Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng?"

Zhu Yunxi smiled awkwardly after hearing this.

"Of course not... That's just a junior paying tribute to an unknown senior!"

"Then the Golden Plum Vase was not written by you?"

"I wrote it, but I'm just a porter."

"What do you mean by porter?"

Zhu Yunxi scratched his head and said.

"How to put it, I had a dream about a book, and then I wrote down the content of the dream."

"Just understand it like this!"

Zhu Yunxi originally thought that it would arouse a lot of doubts, and was thinking about how to explain it. Unexpectedly, the three old men did not react at all after hearing this, and even nodded.

"God-given?"

Yang Xinlu was the first to express his acceptance and gave his own opinion.

Qin Hengbo was a talkative person, and his greatest hope in this life was to find immortals. Hearing Zhu Yunxi say this, he did not have the slightest doubt, but shook his head and said.

"Confucius said, Those who are born knowing are the best. Those who know by learning are the second. Those who are tired and learn are the second. Those who are tired and do not learn are the inferiors!"

"You can learn it in a dream, learn it and remember it, this is a divine teaching."

"I often hear that immortals have enlightenment in their dreams. What happened in your dream is enough to prove that the rumors are true!"

"My ambition to seek immortality has become even stronger!"

Zhu Yunxi never expected that he would meet an old man who was obsessed with cultivating immortals in the Ming Dynasty. He never thought that his casual words could become the theoretical basis for him to continue cultivating immortals!

"Old man, cultivating immortals is harmful to people, so please don't do anything random!"

Zhu Yunxi persuaded Qin Hengbo and looked at Yang Xinlu again.

"Mr. Yang, now that you have asked me, is it time to tell me the reason for your visit?"

"Is it possible that you just want to take a look at the hens laying eggs?"

Yang Xinluo smiled slightly when he heard this.

"Actually, I also have another nickname, Taoist Plum Blossom."

"Since my little friend is the author of The Golden Plum Vase, you must have heard of my nickname, right?"

Zhu Yunxi was really in awe when he heard this, and quickly stood up and bowed to the old man.

"Mr. Yang, it turns out that you are Taoist Plum Blossom, so you are my senior!"

"The reason why I came up with the idea of ​​writing a storybook to make money is because I heard your legendary stories. It would be an understatement to say that you are my guide!"

Yang Xinlu was quite happy to see Zhu Yunxi being so polite, thinking that the old Zhu family finally had a polite person. But when he heard what he said next, the old man's face suddenly dropped.

"Little friend!"

"I don't write books to make money. I have the same thoughts as you. I want to warn the world through popular things such as story books, guide people to be kind, and don't have too many desires!"

Zhu Yunxi didn't listen to his explanation, and thought with disdain, this old man is too dishonest, he makes money and is not shabby, so what is there to hide?

"My little friend, I'm here this time just to ask you for advice on how to write storybooks."

"I wonder if little friend Lanling would be willing to teach me a thing or two?"

Zhu Yunxi did not claim to be the emperor's grandson, so Yang Xinlu and others were naturally willing to pretend to be confused.

Otherwise, the three of them would be white now and would not have to stand up to salute.

“It’s not appropriate to give someone advice, but it’s okay to find fault with someone.”

"I have read your biography of the Zhao sisters. The writing is good and the descriptions are good, but the story is too ordinary."

When Yang Xinluo heard Zhu Yunxi commenting on his masterpiece, he immediately sat upright, as if he was listening respectfully to the advice.
To be continued...