Feng Weihuan answered without hesitation: "Because I want to write!"
Nan Ming nodded slightly: "In that case, as long as the princess writes it happily, she doesn't need to care about sales or whether the readers like it."
"But I'm not willing to do that. I hope I can write happily and the readers will like it." Feng Weihuan blurted out.
"That's it..." Nan Ming thought for a while and said truthfully: "It's not impossible to have both. It's more difficult."
"Even you find it difficult..." Feng Weihuan frowned even more.
"How about I read your script first?" Nan Ming suggested.
"Okay." Feng Weihuan was inspired by the best-selling author's advice. He quickly called Qiqiao in and asked her to go to the bookstore opposite to buy a copy.
Qiqiao ate well, slept soundly, and walked as fast as flying. Before Nanming could finish a cup of tea, she had already respectfully handed over her storybook.
"Master Nan, are you busy these two days?"
"I won't take a bath today, and I'll have nothing to do after tomorrow." In fact, there is something to do, but - it's not important anymore.
"I don't have a long book to talk about. How about you read through it today and I'll treat you to dinner at Yipinxian tomorrow evening?"
Feng Weihuan couldn't hide his impatience and rekindled his fighting spirit. He looked at Nanming expectantly with his shining eyes, which made the latter feel dazed for a moment.
"Okay." Nan Ming spoke concisely and to the point.
"Then it's settled happily!"
Feng Weihuan took Qiqiao away like a gust of wind, and Dr. Tea told Nanming that the account had been settled.
Nan Ming nodded, indicating that he understood, but there was a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth: the little girl is really easy to deceive, he said that he was poor, but she actually took him seriously.
"Master, are you still going to Mr. Xu's appointment?" Dongzhi came over and asked.
Nan Ming glanced at him lightly, no longer as gentle as before: "You have been with me for so long, why do you still need to ask about this?"
Dongzhi shrank his head: I understand, his young master has to go home and read his storybook.
Hey, this man has two faces in front and back, and his young master is not too tired to panic...
*
The next evening, after finishing duty in Nanming, I went straight to the largest restaurant in the imperial capital, "Yipinxian".
Qiqiao had been waiting at the door early, and when Nanming arrived, she took him to the best private room.
Feng Weihuan was sitting by the window reading a book, her head slightly lowered. There was a stove burning in the room. She was wearing a brocade jacket trimmed with rabbit fur, and a circle of white fluff lined her little face that was slightly red by the fire.
, it really looks like a rabbit.
Well - a little rabbit who was rounded up by hunters without knowing it.
"Mr. Nan." Hearing the movement, the little rabbit turned his head and showed a bright smile, which surprised the hunter.
"Princess." Nan Ming looked gentle.
The waiter at "Yipinxian" quickly served hot tea and various snacks.
"It's still early for dinner, Mr. Nan, let's fill our stomachs with some snacks first."
Nanming took a sip of hot tea. Well, there is no need to go around in circles this time. What he served was the top-notch Biluochun.
"I have read the princess' story. The writing is elegant, the characters are vivid, and the plot is acceptable." Nan Ming saw Feng Weihuan's expectant eyes and went straight to the topic.
"Then what? Mr. Nan, you might as well just say 'but'."
