Zhao Bing laughed and said, "Young Master, this is a good thing. The poems in it all come from the Hanlin Academy, the poor and sad words in the palace, and they are dream-loving versions."

"Dream version?" Feng Jueyu was slightly stunned and wondered: "What is a dream version?"

Don't you understand? Zhao Bing straightened his waist and said as if he was a master of learning: "This book was written in a dream."

Feng Jueyu threw Jue's vagina and said, "Speak well."

Zhao Bing flashed aside, came over like an elf, and smiled and said with a smile: "Hehe, it's actually just a poem written by sleeping words."

"Can you write poetry even when talking in your sleep?" Feng Jueyu was shocked. Of course, he was not stunned because he wrote poetry in his dream, but because he could write a thousand poems. Which guy is so talented?

Zhao Bing smiled and said, "Young Master, don't underestimate this book. This book was circulated in the Hanlin Academy several years ago. It is rumored that those poor and poor poetry are crazy every day, and they can even make a few sentences when they sleep. Later, they were discovered by an ignorant boy. So the boy recorded poems written by poor and talented men in dreams everywhere every day during naps. He gradually picked more than a thousand poems. Then the boy became famous because of this book and became the number one talent in the world."

"There is this?" Feng Jueyu glared at him. The world is so big, it's really amazing. That guy is too simple to succeed. He looked at Zhao Bing, and saw that this kid was sneaky and knew that there was nothing good. After reading the quality of the book, he immediately guessed something and said, "Your book is pirated, right?"

Zhao Bing scratched his head embarrassedly and said with a smile: "Young master laughed. Isn't this forced by life? It happened to be the talented man who came to the meeting, so he asked someone to print a few more books and was going to get some money from Xilin Lake to make some money and deal with the food."

Damn, this guy is definitely the smartest pirated publisher on Taixuan Continent. He is indeed economically wise. Feng Jueyu admires him so much and asks: "What version are you like? How to sell it so rough? How much does it cost?"

Zhao Bing said disdainfully: "Young Master, don't underestimate this book. This book is the third edition. Now all sold outside have reached the ninth edition. As for the price, hehe, you can afford a ounce of silver."

"One tael of silver?" Feng Jueyu said speechlessly, "Okay, your third edition is no longer as high as the eighth and ninth editions. You can sell it at this time and I don't know how many people have it in their hands. Sell it ten copper plates quickly, be careful to throw them into your hands."

"Ah?" Zhao Bing looked at the sky, slapped his forehead and said, "Look at me, I'm so stupid. Thank you for reminding me, this is for you."

"What do I want this?" Although Feng Jueyu does not have a strong talent for writing poetry, he is also a little familiar with poetry and songs. He is familiar with the 300 Tang poems. Can he memorize them even if he can't write them? But after thinking about it, he still stayed. It's okay to flip through this thing when it's okay. Let's see what level did Taixuan literati reach?

After returning to the door and waiting for a while, Shangguan Ruomeng finally walked to the door accompanied by Xing'er. When his delicate figure appeared for a moment, the wind suddenly lit up his eyes. This girl was so beautiful today.

The pink and thin hilarious face, bright eyes, white teeth, and red lips...

Feng Jueyu couldn't help but praise her heart. Shangguan Ruomeng's face was a bit of red tide, as if the fairy among flowers was walking out, and the fragrant wind came with it, as if the willows in front of the door were lightly folded for it. Her graceful figure was full of curves, and from top to bottom, it was like a beautiful jade on the wall without flaws.

Compared with the young lady of the Shangguan family who is always tall, Shangguan Ruomeng has shed her arrogance and coldness today and has returned to the girl's true nature. The long silk dress with orchids and chrysanthemums is streaking on the ground, which fully highlights her youthful and beautiful side and brings out a quiet atmosphere that is as clear as a fairy who is not as good as a worldly fireworks.

It's so beautiful!

Feng Jueyu is not a bitter husband who bows his waist for five dou of rice, and he will not be unable to pull his legs because of a woman's beauty. It is just an exception today. Shangguan Ruomeng brought him too shockingly, which simply subverts Feng Dashen's aesthetic view. This wife is really a disaster. If she can't control her in the future, she will not be able to hold her hats. If that happens, I might as well change her career and sell her hats. If not, she will never get married without taming this woman.

"Sister Shangguan is so beautiful."

Feng Jueyu stepped forward, suppressing the fanatical throbbing in his heart and the little brother's excessive desire to move, and then stood up and bowed and praised him first.

Xing'er rolled her eyes and ignored her. Only then did Mr. Feng realize that Feng Jueyu seemed like this before. Mr. Feng now knows why Brother Pig is going to be a human being with his tail between his legs. He is fascinated by beauty.

"If I dreamed of Brother Feng."

Shangguan Ruomeng is still so polite, so people can't tell anything wrong. I don't know that Feng Jueyu's eyes just now had already made Miss Shangguan feel dissatisfied. She has taken you to visit relatives from three rooms. I wonder if I plan to marry me? I will sooner or later, but why are you still such a vulgar expression and you can't stand it.

Feng Jueyu didn't know at all that this friendly and friendly daughter-in-law had already despised him in her heart.

There was nothing to say for a moment, Feng Jueyu was stunned and thought, it wasn't right, the third brother should be on the stage.

Feng Jueyu coughed dryly and looked at the opposite side. Damn, Zhao Bing was grabbing the wall with both hands, and saliva flowed all over the ground to watch. The guy actually looked straight.

It's really delaying things!

Shangguan Ruomeng didn't seem to notice that there was a "Brother Pig" standing in the corner opposite the wall. Seeing Feng Jueyu's face a little embarrassed, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother Feng, are you okay?"

"Cough, it's okay, it's okay?" Feng Jueyu coughed.

"Then let's go." Shangguan Ruomeng shook his head, looking disappointed, and was about to sit in the car.

Before Zhao Bing came, he was so anxious that Feng Jueyu was so anxious...

Damn, if you don’t come, you will leave...

Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu stepped onto the carriage with one foot, and used his two fingers to learn from the ancient playboy's coquettish scarf, and wrote a poem...

"Ah~, there are friends... coming from afar..."

The master and servant who had just gotten on the bus couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this. The groom who was pulling the whip also laughed and turned around and said, "Son-in-law, it's still early to recite poems. I have a chance to get in Xilin Lake. Now get on the bus."

Xing'er also laughed and said, "Yes, son-in-law, what you recited is the words on the Analects of Confucius, and it was not written by yourself. Are you not afraid of others laughing at me?"

Feng Jueyu did not have the time to recite poems at this moment. This was for the "Brother Pig" opposite him. He deliberately raised his tone and said, "You can't say that. Good words are for appreciation. Today, the sun is shining brightly and the sky is bright. My son-in-law is in a very good mood. It's not illegal to recite one or two sentences..."

Feng Jueyu said as he kept glanced at the street opposite, cursing Zhao Bing in his heart: Grandma, if you don’t come, I can’t do anything. Turn around and follow the horse’s butt. You’ll be exhausted to death for more than ten miles.

Fortunately, Zhao Bing woke up in time. Seeing that Feng Da Shao got into the car with half of his foot, he was shocked and trotted all the way over and stopped the carriage: "Is Miss Shangguan in front?"

Feng Jueyu breathed a sigh of relief. The driver saw Zhao Bing's eyes and stood up alertly, raised his whip, and asked, "Who are you? You dare to stop the lady's ride."

Zhao Bing took out the letter, presented it with both hands, and said, "Don't get me wrong, someone asks a villain to send a book to the lady..."

Shangguan Ruomeng frowned, and Feng Jueyu quickly volunteered to get off the lane: "Who sent it?"

"You will know after seeing it." Zhao Bing said, and left.

Feng Jueyu did not open the letter, took it back into the car, and asked, "Sister Shangguan, do you want to see it?"

Shangguan Ruo dreamed and took the letter. When he opened it, he saw that his gorgeous little face was covered with a layer of frost.

Feng Jueyu deliberately refused to see him. Xing'er didn't know what happened and hurriedly asked, "Miss, who sent it to him, what's the matter?"

Shangguan Ruomeng had a cold face for a while, suddenly calmed down, pretending to unintentionally put the letter in her arms, and smiled brightly: "It's nothing, it's just a prank, don't pay attention, let's go to Xilin Lake."

The letter was written by Feng Jueyu, so he naturally knew what it was saying. Seeing Shangguan Ruomeng recovered quickly, he couldn't help but praise him. This girl had such a calm mind. If she could hold it back, she would have to make arrangements. But she was so good that she would still go to the lake. I have to say that the young lady's mind has been tempered as steel as iron, as stable as Mount Tai.

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ps: Chapter 2. When you are hungry, go for a meal.
Chapter completed!