"Mr. Nan." Feng Weihuan nodded to Nan Ming elegantly and politely as usual, and then turned his eyes to Shopkeeper He next to him: "Shopkeeper He."
"The princess is here, please come in. Please come in." Shopkeeper He chuckled and made an inviting gesture.
The wind brings joy and blessings and then comes in.
Looking at the graceful back, some complicated emotions flashed through Nanming's smiling eyes, and then he walked back to the innermost bookshelf and started to read a book.
Following the winter solstice, I felt a little strange. I had these books at home, and the adults in his family had also read them. Why did I read them again at the book store? I still looked like I wanted to read them carefully. Didn’t I have an appointment with someone for lunch? If I didn’t leave, I would have missed the appointment.
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About half an hour later, Feng Weihuan came out and his face was not good.
"Princess, we are talking about business and running a small business, so I hope you can understand me." Shopkeeper He cupped his hands and apologized to Feng Weihuan.
"I'll have someone come and take the script away tomorrow so as not to cause any trouble to Shopkeeper He." The smile on Feng Weihuan's face was already very forced.
"Okay, okay, thank you for your understanding, County Master." Shopkeeper He continued to hand over his hand.
When Feng Feng caught sight of Nan Ming choosing a book in the corner, Shopkeeper He suddenly had an idea and said to Feng Wei Huan with a flattering smile: "Princess, if you want to know how to make the story book sell well, you can ask Mr. Nan."
"Why?" Feng Weihuan was puzzled. The number one scholar is knowledgeable, but what does this have to do with the script?
Shopkeeper He whispered a few words, and Feng Weihuan looked at Nanming in surprise, and then asked: "If I remember correctly, your rule is not to disclose the author's privacy, right?"
Shopkeeper He chuckled: "The princess is different."
Feng Weihuan looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "I wonder if shopkeeper He has told others the same thing?"
Shopkeeper He immediately corrected his attitude, raised his hands and swore: "Absolutely not, you are the only one."
Feng Weihuan was not interested in going into details and just said goodbye.
When she reached the door, she stopped and hesitated.
Ask Nan Zhuangyuan? The two of them almost got married, so it’s best to avoid suspicion, right?
Not asking? She was really curious.
After a little tangle, she quickly made up her mind: It was just a communication between authors, so why should we avoid any suspicion? The first step to becoming an independent woman is to regard the world as dirt!
Feng Weihuan turned around and went back to the bookstore, and said politely to his "nodding acquaintance": "Master Nan, do you have time, let's have a cup of tea together?"
Nan Ming looked up from the book, seemed to be stunned for a moment before coming back to his senses, and said with a smile: "Okay."
Opposite the bookstore is the famous teahouse in the imperial capital. The two of them entered the private room with their respective maids.
After Dr. Tea finished serving the tea, Qiqiao and Dongzhi retreated outside with a wink.
Feng Weihuan elegantly picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "I didn't expect to be able to drink Shuzhong Bamboo Leaf Red Camellia Tea here. Although the fragrance of this tea is not as fragrant as Biluochun, the taste is not as sweet as Longjing, and the color of the soup is inferior to Lu'an tea.
The wildness between heaven and earth can be surpassed without the deliberate polishing of human hands."
Nanming took a sip, nodded and said, "It is indeed as the princess said, it has a unique natural flavor."
Feng Weihuan pursed his lips and smiled: "In the land of Jiuzhou, wherever there are mountains and rivers, tea is produced. But when it comes to tea, we can only name a few types, such as Biluochun, Liu'an tea, and Longjing.
Tea. Those things that are really drunk by most people are often unknown to anyone."
"What the princess said is true. Without the operation of tea merchants, a lot of good tea has indeed been buried." Nanming quite agreed.
At this point, Feng Weihuan felt that after going around in such a circle, he could go straight to the topic: "The same is true for tea, and the same is true for words."
