Obviously, Qi Zeguang came here because of something. If Chen Mu is currently being protected by this young master, he must go when others invite him.
After explaining some things to his elder brothers, Chen Mu made an invitation gesture to Qi Zeguang and walked towards Nancheng.
On the way, Chen Mu saw that Qi Zeguang was silent, so he took the lead and asked, "Brother Qi, do you have anything to do with me?"
You can clearly see that he has a trace of unconcealed nervousness on his face, and he is walking in a hurry, so I'm afraid it's not an ordinary thing.
Qi Zeguang turned around and smiled: "What's the matter? Can't I have a drink with you if nothing happens?"
Chen Mu shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You... really don't look like you came to me for a drink."
"Haha, Brother Chen noticed it after all. Let's drink wine later. There is a big shot waiting for you at the house."
"Big shot?"
Hearing this word, Chen Mu couldn't help but be stunned. How long had it been since he traveled through time? In less than a month, he was just a rural farmer. How could he be recognized by such a big shot?
Seeing the suspicion on Chen Mu's face, Qi Zeguang reminded him in a deep voice: "Poetry, painting."
"It won't be your best friend... coming to find me, right?"
Let’s not talk about how good we are at painting. Let’s just talk about the poem I copied by Mr. Su Shi. I’m afraid anyone with a little bit of ink in his belly will be amazed by the artistic conception in the poem. It’s normal to come to him.
Chen Mu coughed coldly, saying that he was here to ask for poems. It seemed that... he was going to look at the signs of those poets and poets again today.
Qi Zeguang stared at Chen Mu for a moment, then said solemnly: "Yes and no, this person in my house is very unusual, he is not my best friend."
"Then...who could it be?"
Qi Zeguang stopped talking, as if he would be guilty of some taboo if he spoke, leaving Chen Mu with a series of doubts.
Walking through the streets and alleys, we soon arrived at the Qi Mansion. The maids and servants in the Qi Mansion were all lined up in front of them, just like a group of slaves, with reserved faces and bowed faces.
Even when Qi Zeguang arrived at the door, he did not dare to go in again.
Seeing this, Chen Mu couldn't help but shake his head. He really couldn't guess who could create such a grand scene.
Chen Mu was very curious and immediately entered the house.
"I didn't expect Brother Chen to be able to write a book, Xishu Yibai, it's such a big tone, but this A Chinese Ghost Story is indeed well written."
As soon as he entered the main courtyard of Qi Mansion, Chen Mu saw a man in white brocade, sitting barefoot and cross-legged on a futon seat.
This person's face is extremely delicate, even a little too delicate, with jade teeth, beady lips, and white and delicate skin. His hair is tied into a bun with a jade hairpin, and he is dressed in a white robe. His frame is as long as that of a woman, making him very small.
If this person didn't have a bulging Adam's apple on his neck and spoke in a man's voice, I might have mistaken him for a woman.
But seeing that he was holding a half-naked man in his arms, Chen Mu was stunned for a moment, and then he really agreed. Out of ten fair-skinned men, nine had abnormal orientations.
But then Chen Mu suddenly knelt on the ground, and then said in obeisance: "Common people, please see His Highness the Crown Prince."
This man was indeed the current crown prince Liu Ding, but he did not come wearing a python robe today. He was recognized by Chen Mu before they met, which was quite disappointing.
He just heard him pretending to be coquettish, pushed the beautiful man in his arms away, and walked barefoot in front of Chen Mu.
Chen Mu was lying on the ground. From this angle, he could just see Liu Ding's exposed feet. The feet were small and delicate, not as rough as men's. Fortunately, Chen Mu didn't have any quirks, otherwise he would have to lick them a few times.
"How... did you recognize me?" Liu Ding looked down at Chen Mu and asked with interest.
"In this world... anyone who dares to show off like this... can only come to you, Your Highness."
In ancient times, it was extremely shameful for a man to conceive Longyang, but the current emperor did not exert too much control over the prince.
What's more, the prince was nicknamed "Mr. Butterfly" by the public. It can be said that his reputation spread all over the country.
I heard that the prince's residence in the Dragon Tower was home to three thousand male pets, including countless handsome men.
All the widows of princes and princes who lost their husbands in their later years were particularly fond of getting to know the prince. Needless to say, the purpose was self-evident, and some brave ones even gave their relationship a name - Guan Bao's acquaintance.
Qi Zeguang was so frightened that he could play with a man so unscrupulously in the Qi family mansion. Besides the current prince, Chen Mu could not think of anyone else.
"That's it? How did you think you could tell? It's boring. Get up."
"Thank you, Your Highness."
After saying that, Chen Mu patted the dust on his knees and stood up.
"You wrote these paintings and poems, and this book called A Chinese Ghost Story. I didn't expect that there would be such a talented person like you in Xishu."
Chen Mu glanced at the poems and paintings on the table, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. He just wanted to spend some time enjoying the money, but who would have thought that he would attract the current prince.
"This is indeed the work of ordinary people. It is an honor to be able to catch the eye of the prince."
Liu Ding picked up the poems and paintings again and looked at them for a while, and couldn't help but clicked his tongue: "The paintings and poems are excellent. The more I look at them, the more I can't put them down. I have nothing else to do here. I want to ask for another one, can you?"
Chen Mu nodded hastily. He had guessed that the prince wanted to ask for another one before, but now it seemed that it was true. If his guess was correct, he would probably take it to give as a gift. After all, at their level, valuable objects were nothing new.
The Longxia Dynasty had a strong cultural atmosphere, especially people at the top of the pyramid like Liu Ding, who were tired of looking at pearls and agate, and only had a soft spot for things like poetry and painting.
I heard that even the current emperor is a famous poet. From his youth to his old age, he wrote more than 40,000 poems. Although most of them are of worrying quality, this can also show the importance of literature in the Longxia Dynasty.
Chen Mu didn't mind reading another three hundred Tang poems and Song lyrics for free, but he knew that the man in front of him was the current prince, and if he was amused, he might end up with ten thousand taels of gold.
But just when Chen Mu was about to ask someone for pen supplies, Liu Ding suddenly became suspicious.
"There is one more thing we almost forgot. Why are the handwriting on each of your books exactly the same? There are hundreds of books without anyone copying them. Each one only has fifteen words. Here...
There’s something fishy about it.”
Seeing three books of A Chinese Ghost Story placed in front of Liu Ding's desk, Chen Mu's face couldn't help but feel numb. He just bought it if he wanted to. I don't know if this guy is so lazy or something, but he bought three books at once. Now it's better.
The clues were spotted.
Movable type printing is no small matter, and the shop has just started to get off the ground now. If this prince really knows about it, he will definitely make it public and benefit all mankind.
Once movable type printing became popular, I was afraid that his bookstores, which would be updated every now and then, would stop there.
After looking at Liu Ding for a moment, Chen Mu scratched his head and said with a smile: "My family doesn't have that much money... I started copying last year, and I plan to make a fortune this year."
After hearing this, Liu Dingxu stared at the three volumes of A Chinese Ghost Story on the table, and then sneered: "Even if you copy, how can it be possible that the handwriting is the same in all the books? Is this prince stupid? Come on, drag him down and behead him.
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Liu Ding waved his sleeves and then sat down on the futon chair again, looking at the boy playfully. He knew he didn't know how to kill, but this person was really a bit of a thief. If he didn't show his authority, he might not be able to speak well.
Before Chen Mu had time to react, two Long Xia soldiers had already arrived behind him. How could it be so simple to be the prince's bodyguard?
Just like grabbing a dead dog, he grabbed Chen Mu's neck with one hand and dragged him out.
To these princes and nobles, Chen Mu's fate was really the same as that of grass. He would kill him if he wanted to, and he would not risk his life even if he died.
Seeing a soldier drawing his sword, Chen Mu happened to see his face along the shining back of the sword at the moment he drew it.
Panic, fear, resentment.
After all, I was still afraid.
"Hey, hey, His Highness's men are still alive, can't we say that?"