Nan Mingfeng's eyes showed a clear look, and she said with a smile: "Has shopkeeper He told the princess?"
Feng Weihuan felt that it was easier to talk to smart people, so he didn't beat around the bush and said: "To be honest, I also wrote a storybook, but it didn't sell as well as Mr. Nan's, so I wanted to ask Mr. Nan why everyone likes it.
That--a paranoid story?”
When she heard Shopkeeper He say that "the little orphan girl of the domineering prime minister" and "the little concubine daughter of the foreign prince" were all created by Nan Ming, she was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped.
After all, Nan Zhuangyuan is Ji Yue Fengqing’s character!
"Princess, do you think the story is paranoid?" Nan Ming lit the teacup with his fingers.
"A bit." It's more than just paranoia, it's simply a change! But in front of the author, Feng Weihuan will naturally not be as open-minded as she is to Su Nian and Qiqiao. After all, her personality outside is elegant and noble.
The princess of Prince Yan's Mansion.
Nan Ming smiled, and his originally gentle and jade-like face had a hint of narrow-mindedness: "The princess has been tactful, and she didn't want to directly talk about the change of plundering."
Feng Weihuan was startled. He didn't expect Nan Zhuangyuan to be so direct.
"It's not just you, everyone with some discerning ability knows that this kind of talk is bloody and unreasonable, but after reading it, I just can't let it go, because..."
Nanming looked at Feng Weihuan and said slowly: "The story is false, but the emotion is real."
Jian Feng Wei Huan showed his confusion, but he did not sell it out: "I wish to have the same person, and we will be together forever. Regardless of men and women, they generally hope that someone will take pity on them, or have such a vigorous relationship.
But contrary to expectations, most people's lives are unremarkable. When they get older, men marry and women marry, and things are done hastily. It's a blessing to be able to raise a case and raise eyebrows. If not, there is nothing you can do."
"For ordinary people, what you can't get is always the best. In this way, the more outrageous the stories in the storybook, the more hearty and hearty the stories in the storybook will be, and the more entangled the men and women will be, the more they will satisfy the desire in people's hearts.
A bit of unrest that never dies down."
Nanming picked up the tea cup and drank the tea, waiting for Feng Weihuan to realize it on his own.
"So, when you write a storybook, you write a story that the readers would like to read? I would like to ask, is that what you really want to write?" Feng Weihuan frowned lightly.
"Is this important?" Nan Ming asked.
"Of course it's important. You should always do things with a clear conscience," Feng Weihuan said.
Nan Ming chuckled lightly and said: "This is just a serious business, and I just make a living, there is no need to go online."
"Eating for a living?" Feng Weihuan felt that the Nan Ming in front of her was completely different from the Nan Zhuangyuan she had heard about!
"Compiled from the Hanlin Academy of the Sixth Grade, the salary is meager, but in the imperial capital, things are expensive and life is not easy." When Nan Ming said this, he was generous and did not mean to be cramped.
These words stunned Feng Weihuan.
She, a well-dressed princess, asked someone why he wanted to please the judge when writing a storybook? This was almost the same as asking someone, "Why don't you eat meat when you don't have food to eat?"
"Sorry." Feng Weihuan asked for tea to cover up her shame.
"There is no right or wrong in communication between authors. Princess, there is no need to be polite." Nan Ming still had a gentle look on his face: "However, since the princess asked, I also want to ask the princess a question: why do you write a storybook?"