Author: Willow leaves in winter

Facing the falling ruler, Meng Fei cleverly avoided it.

"My grandson didn't spread rumors. Didn't you go to Qingsong Bookstore to buy "Painted Skin"?"

"I've already seen it, why should I buy a painting? I have so much money and no place to spend it?" Meng Jijiu was so angry that his beard was blowing.

Meng Fei remembered that on the day the body appeared at the entrance of the Imperial College, his grandfather confiscated his "Painted Skin".

It turns out that the old man finished reading it secretly.

"Then why are you going to Qingsong Bookstore?"

Meng Jijiu knew his grandson's temperament. If he hadn't made it clear, he wouldn't have known what trouble this kid would cause him: "Go and visit Mr. Songling."

Meng Feifeng's eyes widened, full of confusion: "Are you going to visit a book writer?"

People in the capital love to read storybooks, and it is true that good writers are highly sought after. However, for most people in the circle of officials and officials, this kind of popularity is not as much as the pursuit of masters of piano and opera.

The difference is not to praise great Confucians and celebrities.

In the eyes of the world, Meng Fei is a rebellious young man. Although he does not have this concept, he is intelligent by nature and understands the difference.

"Mr. Songling is a man of great talent." Meng Jijiu didn't explain much, but looked serious.

Meng Fei became curious: "Have you met Mr. Songling?"

Seeing his grandfather raising the ruler again, the young man understood: He didn't see it.

"Hey, grandpa, please rest your hands and don't be tired. I have a good friend who is the brother of the owner of Qingsong Bookstore. He might have met him. I'll go and ask first -"

While Meng Jijiu was distracted, Meng Fei ran away.

Duan Yunlang was about to go out when he heard Meng Fei's words and shook his head: "I haven't seen it before."

"Aren't you curious?"

Duan Yunlang thought about it seriously and shook his head again: "I'm not curious."

For him, good-looking books are enough. His biggest worry is that he doesn't have enough pocket money to buy books.

As for the man who wrote the book, it cannot be read as a book, so there is nothing curious about it.

"But if you are curious, I can ask my cousin." Duan Yunlang said enthusiastically.

"Thanks."

"What's the matter? I was planning to go see my cousin."

Ever since the horrific corpse appeared at the gate of the Imperial College, they have not been allowed to leave the Imperial College. At first, it was to confirm the identity of the deceased, and then for safety reasons, the access control was only released today.

Duan Yunlang has been worried about his cousin being affected these days.

Meng Fei looked a little strange: "You can go later, your cousin may not have time now."

"Do not have time?"

"Yes, there are quite a few people going to buy books today."

He just said a few words casually, but who knew that some people who never read the script would join in the fun.

What is this called? What goes up leads to results.

At this time, a notice was posted in front of Qingsong Bookstore saying that "Painted Skin" was out of stock, and the long queue finally dispersed.

Kong Rui then walked in.

"What book does your distinguished guest want to buy?" Liu Zhou came up to greet him.

With such a big notice posted, they shouldn't be here to buy "Painted Skin".

"Buy one hundred sets of "Painted Skin"."

"How much?" The boy's voice was loud.

He Qingxiao paused outside the door, and there was a look of surprise on his usually calm face.

He knew the young man in the library. He was Kong Rui, the Marquis of Jing'an, the son of Princess Zhaoyang.

Is this how these people buy books?

A familiar voice came from inside: "Master Kong."

He Qingxiao turned around and left silently.

Xin You walked out of the reception room and greeted Kong Rui.

Kong Rui bowed his hand and returned the greeting: "Miss Kou, I just heard about these turmoils. I feel really ashamed that I didn't help."

"You're welcome, Master Kong. It's just a minor trouble and has no impact on our bookstore."

Kong Rui thought of the long queue just now and knew that what Miss Kou said was true.

"Miss Kou, will "Painted Skin" be reprinted again?"

As soon as these words came out, shopkeeper Hu looked over with his eyes shining.

The boss said she wouldn’t stamp it, and it made him heartbroken to see so many small coins flying away!

Can this handsome young man make his boss change his mind?

"We are already preparing a new book, "Painted Skin" will not be printed for the time being."

It’s not that Xin You was just letting the money go without making any money, but the previous sales volume of “Painted Skin” had far exceeded the purchasing power of this circle, and many people who didn’t read the story followed suit and bought it.

Now that the storm has just subsided, everything is too much.

Kong Rui was not disappointed when he heard this and said with a smile: "When the new books are released, please ask Miss Kou to leave me a hundred sets of new books."

"Okay." Xin You declined without politeness.

Kong Rui secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He is not good at being polite at all, and Miss Kou is just right.

After Kong Rui left, Liu Zhou came over and said, "My boss, who is this Mr. Kong? He is really rich and powerful."

One hundred sets, how much does it cost?

"He is the son of Princess Zhaoyang."

Liu Zhou took a breath: "Hiss, no wonder, such noble children are extremely rich."

Speaking of this, the boy suddenly thought of Master He.

Master He seems to be a noble person?

Shopkeeper Hu’s focus is completely different from that of the young man: “Did Mr. Songling write a new book?”

Seeing the excited look of the old shopkeeper, Xin You smiled: "Mr. Songling writes stories for a living, so of course he will write a new book."

"It's good to publish a new book, it's good to publish a new book." Shopkeeper Hu rubbed his hands in excitement, "Boss, what is the new book written by Mr. Songling about?"

“You’ll know when you look back at the manuscript.”

Shopkeeper Hu knew what was going on and didn't ask any further questions.

Xinyou returned to the east courtyard, told Xiaolian to guard the door, and picked up the pen.

Originally, she chose Mr. Song Ling for the next story, but the information she received from Mr. He that day made her change her mind.

Since the story I wrote can be seen by that father, I just wrote "Journey to the West".

Considering that "Journey to the West" was not written by Mr. Song Ling, but the new book would use Mr. Song Ling's name, Xin You decided to remove one word and name the new book "Journey to the West".

When one concentrates, time flies by quickly, and before you know it, the sunset is all over the sky.

Xiao Lian stood at the door and said softly: "Girl, Shitou came here to send a message, saying that the second young master is here."

Xin You put down her pen, told Xiao Lian to put the manuscript away, changed her clothes and went to the front bookstore.

There were no customers in the bookstore at this time, and Duan Yunlang was leaning against the counter, drinking tea, not looking outside at all.

Xin You walked in: "Cousin."

Duan Yunlang glanced at Shopkeeper Hu and pointed to the door of the guest room: "Cousin, go and talk inside."

The two of them entered one after another, and Duan Yunlang asked directly: "Cousin, what is Mr. Songling like?"

"Why does my cousin ask this?"

"I just suddenly became curious. Mr. Songling can write such a beautiful story as "Painted Skin", so many people must be curious about him."

"Indeed, but Mr. Songling doesn't like to attract attention and doesn't want people to know his identity."

"That's it-"

Seeing that Duan Yunlang was a little disappointed, Xin You smiled and comforted: "Eggs are delicious, why bother to see what color the chickens that lay them are. Cousin, don't you think so?"

Duan Yunlang was shocked.

This makes so much sense!

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