Ci Jinzhi Chapter 119

  Chapter 119 makes sense

   Facing the falling ruler, Meng Fei dodged cleverly.

   "Grandson didn't spread rumors, didn't you go to Qingsong Bookstore to buy "Painted Skin"?"

   "I've seen it all, why should I buy painted skins? Is there nowhere to spend the money?" Meng Jijiu was so angry that his beard blew out.

  Meng Fei remembered that his grandfather confiscated his "Painted Skin" the day the body appeared at the gate of the Imperial College.

  It turned out that the old man had finished reading it secretly.

   "Then what are you doing at Qingsong Bookstore?"

  Meng Jijiu understands his grandson's temperament. If he doesn't make it clear, he doesn't know what trouble this kid has caused him: "Go and visit Mr. Songling."

  Meng Feifeng's eyes widened, full of confusion: "Are you going to visit a book writer?"

It is true that good book writers are sought after by people in the capital, but for most people in the circle of Baiguan Xungui, this kind of popularity is not much different from the pursuit of those masters of piano and opera. distinction, rather than admiring Confucianism and famous scholars.

  In the eyes of the world, Meng Fei is the kind of rebellious young man. Although he has no such concept, he is naturally intelligent but understands the difference.

   "Mr. Song Ling is a man of great talent." Meng Jijiu didn't explain much, but his expression was serious.

  Meng Fei became curious: "Then have you seen Mr. Song Ling?"

   Seeing his grandfather raised the ruler again, the boy understood: I didn't see it.

   "Hey, grandpa, rest your hands, don't be tired. I have a friend who is the elder brother of the owner of Qingsong Bookstore. He may have seen it. I'll go ask first—"

   While Meng Jijiu was distracted, Meng Fei ran away.

  Duan Yunlang was about to go out, and shook his head after hearing Meng Fei's words: "I haven't seen it before."

   "Aren't you curious?"

  Duan Yunlang thought about it seriously, then shook his head again: "I'm not curious."

  For him, good-looking books are enough. His biggest worry is that he doesn't have so much pocket money to buy books.

  As for Mr. Book Writer, he can't read it as a book, so I'm not curious.

   "But if you are curious, I can ask my cousin." Duan Yunlang said enthusiastically.

"Thanks."

   "What's the matter, I was going to visit my cousin."

  Since the horrible dead body appeared at the entrance of the Imperial College, they were not allowed to leave the Imperial College. At first, it was to confirm the identity of the deceased, and later, out of safety considerations, the access control was only released today.

  Duan Yunlang has been worried for the past few days that his cousin will be affected.

  Meng Fei looked a little strange: "You can go later, your cousin may not have time now."

"Do not have time?"

   "Yes, there are quite a lot of people who went to buy books today."

  He just said a few words casually, who knows that some people who never read the script will join in the fun.

  What is this called? Up and down.

  At this time, in front of Qingsong Bookstore, a notice stating that "Painted Skin" was out of stock was posted, and the long line finally dispersed.

   Kong Rui just walked in.

   "What book do you want to buy?" Liu Zhou greeted him.

  Such a big notice has been posted, so it shouldn't be for people who came to buy "Painted Skin".

   "Buy a hundred sets of "Painted Skin"."

   "How much?" The boy's voice became louder.

  Outside the door, He Qingxiao paused in his footsteps, astonished expression appeared on his usually calm face.

  He knew the young man in the study hall. He was the son of Princess Zhaoyang, Jing'an Hou Kongrui.

   Is this how these people buy books?

   A familiar voice came from inside: "Young Master Kong."

  He Qingxiao silently turned and left.

  Xin You came out of the reception room and greeted Kong Rui.

  Kong Rui cupped his hands in return: "Miss Kou, I just heard about these disturbances, and I'm really ashamed that I didn't help."

   "Mr. Kong is polite, it's just a small trouble, and it won't affect our bookstore."

  Kong Rui thought of the long line just now, and knew what Miss Kou said was true.

   "Miss Kou, will "Painted Skin" be reprinted?"

  As soon as these words came out, shopkeeper Hu looked over with bright eyes.

  The owner said she would not reprint it. Seeing so many small coins flying away, his heart ached!

  Can this handsome young man change his master's mind?

   "We are already preparing a new book, and "Painted Skin" will not be printed for the time being."

  Xin You didn't want to make money, but the sales volume of “Painted Skin” had far exceeded the purchasing power of this circle, and many people who didn't read the story book followed suit and bought it.

   Now that the turmoil has just stopped, everything is too late.

  Kong Rui was not disappointed when he heard the words, and said with a smile: "Then when the new book is released, please ask Ms. Kou to leave me a hundred sets of new books."

   "Okay." Xin You did not politely decline.

   Kong Rui heaved a sigh of relief secretly.

  He is not good at being polite at all, and Miss Kou is just right.

  After Kong Rui left, Liu Zhou leaned over: "Master, who is this Mr. Kong? He is really rich and powerful."

  One hundred sets, how much does it cost!

   "He is the son of Princess Zhaoyang."

  Liu Zhou took a deep breath: "Hiss, no wonder, this kind of honorable children are very rich."

   Speaking of this, the boy suddenly thought of Mr. He.

  Master He seems to be a distinguished person too?

   Shopkeeper Hu's focus is completely different from that of the little guy: "Mr. Songling has written a new book?"

   Seeing the excited look of the old shopkeeper, Xin You smiled: "Mr. Songling writes stories for a living, of course he can write new books."

   "It's good to publish a new book, it's good to publish a new book." Shopkeeper Hu rubbed his hands excitedly, "Boss, what is the new book written by Mr. Songling about?"

   "You'll know it when you look back at the manuscript."

   Shopkeeper Hu wisely did not ask further questions.

  Xin You returned to the East Courtyard, told Xiaolian to guard the door, and raised her pen.

  Originally, Mr. Pine Ling was chosen for the next story, but the news she got from Mr. He that day made her change her mind.

  Since the written story can be seen by that father, let's write "Journey to the West".

  Considering that "Journey to the West" was not written by Mr. Songling, but the new book needs to borrow Mr. Songling's name, Xin You decided to remove a word and name the new book "Journey to the West".

  People concentrate, time flies, and the sky is full of sunset before you know it.

  Xiao Lian stood at the door and said softly: "Girl, Shitou came here to send word that the Second Young Master is here."

  Xin You put down the pen, told Xiao Lian to put away the manuscript, cleaned her hands and changed clothes, and went to the bookstore in front.

  At this time, there were no customers in the bookstore. Duan Yunlang was leaning against the counter and drinking tea, not seeing anyone.

  Xin You walked in: "Cousin."

  Duan Yunlang glanced at shopkeeper Hu, and pointed to the door of the reception room: "Cousin, let's talk inside."

  The two went in one after the other, and Duan Yunlang asked directly: "Cousin, what is Mr. Songling like?"

   "Why does my cousin ask this?"

   "I'm just suddenly curious. Mr. Song Ling can write such a beautiful story as "Painted Skin", so many people must be curious about him."

   "Indeed, but Mr. Song Ling doesn't like to attract attention, and he doesn't want people to know his identity."

   "Is that so—"

  Seeing that Duan Yunlang was a little disappointed, Xin You smiled and comforted him: "The eggs are delicious, so why bother to see what color the chicken is laying eggs. Cousin, don't you think so?"

  Duan Yunlang's heart trembled.

  This makes sense!

   Drops a Gadget Request Ticket.

  (end of this chapter)

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