A few days later, Qiqiao grabbed the letter and rushed into the study excitedly.
"Miss...sister...sister——"
Feng Weihuan looked at her puzzledly: "You can talk calmly."
"Fire...fire...fire-"
"on fire?"
"It's hot!" Qiqiao swallowed hard and stuffed the envelope into Feng Weihuan's hand.
Feng Wei's heart was beating like a drum for joy. He opened the envelope in disbelief and took out the paper inside.
The air in the study was stagnant for a long time, and then a scream broke out in the room.
"ah--"
Feng Wei was ecstatic and hugged Qiqiao excitedly: "I succeeded! I succeeded! Ah——"
Outside the courtyard, Kang Chuwu, who wanted to come to Qiqiao to order some melon seeds and peanuts, heard screams from a distance. He chuckled and thought to himself: The feng shui of Prince Yan's Mansion really attracts evil men.
Forget it, come back another day.
Without waving her sleeves, she turned around and left.
*
Due to the huge sales of the storybook, Feng Weihuan went to Moqu Book Store to talk to shopkeeper He about future cooperation.
Seeing that the most conspicuous shelves at the door of the bookstore were all his own storybooks, Feng Weihuan suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment, and his back was as straight as a pine tree.
Qiqiao tugged on Feng Weihuan's sleeve and said flatteringly, "Princess, I will count on you for all my food and drinks in the future!"
Feng Weihuan glanced at her: "Is this just a little bit of potential? Can you pursue something more?"
"Then - can you give me an increase in my monthly salary?" Qiqiao's eyes were full of round copper coins.
"What a coincidence, as a maid of a successful man, you can reach a higher level." Feng Weihuan looked like he hated iron.
"for example?"
"For example, you can ask me to take you to various readers' meetings and author exchange meetings."
"Princess, I don't have much education, my horizons are not high, and I don't have much potential. I just want to increase my monthly salary and realize the freedom to eat whatever I want."
"Rotten wood cannot be carved..." Feng Weihuan shook his head.
The master and servant were bickering when two people came out of the back room, but they were shopkeeper He and Nan Ming.
"Congratulations, congratulations!" Shopkeeper He followed suit with a smile and held his hands in joy.
"Thank you so much, Shopkeeper He, for your support." Feng Weihuan's eyes only fell on Shopkeeper He's face.
After greeting Shopkeeper He, she greeted Nan Ming lukewarmly: "Mr. Nan."
"Congratulations, Princess." Nan Ming smiled.
"Thank you, Master Nan, for your suggestion." Feng Weihuan wore a dignified and decent smile, flawless, and absolutely no one could see the turmoil in his heart.
Then he asked: "Are you two finished talking?"
"We're done talking." Shopkeeper He made a gesture of invitation.
Feng Weihuan nodded towards Nanming and went straight to the back room with Shopkeeper He.
Qiqiao secretly glanced at Nanming with a rather complicated look, then resolutely followed her princess.
The sunshine today was a bit dazzling, so Nan Ming squinted his eyes slightly.
Oh, I treat him as a stranger again.
At this time, two ladies who were buying story books came into the bookstore and called the waiter in the store. They said that they had read the story book "The Little Orphan of the Overbearing Prime Minister" and thought it was good. They also wanted the story "The Prince of an Alien Race and the Young Concubine" written by the same author.
female".
While the waiter was taking the storybook, the two of them casually flipped through the storybook placed on the bookcase at the door and put it back half-heartedly.
