Chapter 1021 A handsome man like the breeze and the bright moon
Qiqiao's eyes went back and forth between the two books, thinking whether to tell the truth or to comfort the princess's injured heart.
As a loyal servant, she quickly made a choice, pointing to her right hand and saying: "This one."
Su Nian raised her head and said, "..." The name of the maid of the fourth princess is Qiqiao, which is really "unfortunate" at all.
Feng Weihuan received a critical blow.
She waved her hand helplessly: "I want to be alone for a while."
Su Nian turned around and left.
Qiqiao looked at the peeled sweet potatoes on the table and guessed that her princess was not in the mood to eat them, so she asked: "Princess, the roasted sweet potatoes are cold, I will take them away first."
Feng Weihuan was like an eggplant battered by frost. She didn't hear Qiqiao's words clearly at all and just waved her hand to indicate that she needed to be alone.
Qiqiao happily put the sweet potatoes back into the food box and left happily.
When the door closed, she heard her princess wailing heartbrokenly: "The world is deteriorating, and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be..."
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When the snow started to fall, Feng Weihuan took Qiqiao out to the most lively East Market in the imperial capital.
She was looking for Mr. He, the shopkeeper of Moqu Book Store.
She was unwilling to be dragged back to the palace just like the script she had put so much effort into writing.
When they arrived, shopkeeper He was still talking to people, and Feng Weihuan was waiting in the bookstore.
The waiters were busy stacking stacks of books on the shelves at the door.
Feng Weihuan noticed that the books were all the same, it was the one in the pile that Su Nian brought.
She had read this book, and as Su Nian said, it was a replica of the domineering prime minister's little orphan girl, except that the male protagonist was replaced by a foreign prince, and the female protagonist was replaced by a minor official and a concubine. The same disparity in status, the same
- bloody sadomasochism.
Seeing the waiter dragging out two more boxes, Feng Weihuan couldn't help but ask: "Are you just going to put this one? Are you going to put the other books?"
The waiter replied politely: "Oh, these two boxes were ordered by the customer. I'll pick them up later. The ones on the cabinet at the door will be sold out today. The printing shop will also send a carriage later. I don't know if they will be enough.
It’s not enough for the past few days.”
The waiter didn't know that Feng Weihuan's storybook was selling poorly, so he told her honestly: "If a book sells well, we will focus on selling this one; if the sales are similar, then we will add more types and wait for the explosion."
payment."
Feng Weihuan was hit hard again: So, her storybook, which was not selling well, was not even qualified to be prominently displayed on the shelf?
In a daze, several copies of the foreign prince's concubine who had just been put out at the door had already been sold.
There was also a little orphan girl who came to ask about the domineering prime minister. The waiter immediately found and handed it to her.
Feng Weihuan couldn't sit still anymore. She called out to the customer who had just bought the little orphan girl of the domineering prime minister: "Miss, how do you buy this storybook?"
"It's beautiful! I read it once on a friend's website. It was so touching, so I bought a copy and read it again." The lady replied.
"Excuse me, why do you think you look good? A man with such a bad personality doesn't really love Qin Sang, right?" Feng Weihuan couldn't hold it back.
The young lady looked at her in astonishment: "The prime minister naturally loves Qin Sang, but no matter how smart a man is, he is somewhat dull when it comes to emotions and doesn't know how to express them."
"He chopped up Qin Sang's maid alive in front of her..."
"That's because the prime minister loves Qin Sang too much and can't lose her, so he uses a more extreme method to keep Qin Sang." The young lady looked at Feng Weihuan's expression and could only say: You don't understand love.
Feng Weihuan only said one thing when he saw the young lady's expression: Are we talking about the same script?
Watching blankly as the young lady left happily holding the script, Feng Weihuan felt that this world was too fantasy.
"Princess Princess."
A voice like a breeze and a bright moon came from behind her. When she turned her head, she saw a handsome man dressed in snow, who was like a breeze and a bright moon.
