Traveling through the system: not being a female supporting role

Chapter 230 Crazy For You, Crazy For You, Bang Bang Bang Bang For You ([-])

Wan Tengming opened several other strange novels, but only the one he read earlier had sketches, and none of the others.

Putting the few books without sketches aside casually, Wan Chengming opened the book with sketches again, and read and re-read from the first sketch to the last one.

Each painting had a little man and an animal on it. He suddenly noticed that the words written above the little man were very similar to his handwriting.

Wan Chengming took a closer look and found that it was indeed his own handwriting.

Before that, his attention was all on the person pretending to be a little demon, and he didn't notice the handwriting above the villain at all, which was his handwriting.

"My lord, the shopkeeper has arrived and is waiting outside."

Outside the study door, a man dressed as a scholar in his forties was waiting respectfully and fearfully.

Although Wan Chengming vaguely knew in his heart that these paintings might be drawn by him and a woman, he still wanted to make sure.

"You edited this book?" Wan Chengming asked the saluting shopkeeper directly after getting up.

The shopkeeper took one look at the book in Wan Qiming's hand and immediately lowered his head and bent his waist with a respectful expression: "What I said to the prince is that it was written by a common man."

Wan Tengming's expression was inexplicable, and his tone was audible, with two points of doubt: "Why don't you have some pictures next to it? Isn't it more interesting to look at this way?"

Although the shopkeeper didn't understand how the majestic King Regent noticed his miscellaneous book, he didn't dare to ask, nor did he dare to speculate on the King Regent's thoughts, and said in trepidation:
"Back to the lord, the grassroots are ignorant and uneducated. I never thought of this, so there are only words in the book and no pictures."

After confirming that these sketches had nothing to do with the shopkeeper, Wan Chengming lost interest in continuing to chat with him, and waved his hand casually, indicating that he could leave.

Holding the book, Wan Tengming turned his head and asked Mo Yi: "Do you know who made the paintings on this book?"

painting?
Mo Yi didn't understand.

"Subordinates don't know."

At the beginning, the prince ordered to buy some interesting contents, so when Mo Yi went to buy books, he looked through them deliberately, but he didn't see any pictures in the books.

But the princess has always been reading these books...

"My lord, this kind of book is for the king..."

Before Mo Yi finished speaking, he was interrupted by the butler who came over with a happy face:
"My lord!"

The housekeeper didn't know what Mo Yi was saying to Wan Qiming, and didn't interrupt him on purpose.

"Your Majesty, the tower you ordered to build has been completed. Please come and see if you are satisfied?"

Tower?

Doubts arose in Wan Tengming's heart.

When did he tell the steward to build a tower?

Thinking about it, it has something to do with his forgotten memory.

Only Lan Ziwen, the emperor, the queen mother, Mo Yi and a few guards who had been secretly protecting him knew about his amnesia, and no one else knew about it.

Wan Chengming didn't intend to let more people know, he didn't show his face, and said in a calm tone while holding a book: "Let's go."

The housekeeper walked in front to lead the way, thinking that after more than two years, the project was finally finished, and he was very happy.

It is said that this building was built by the prince for the princess, and the princess must be very happy to see this building.

When the princess is happy, the prince is naturally happy.

The prince is in a good mood, and these servants are also relaxed.

Wan Tengming concealed the news of Fei Lanyan's death very well, saying to the outside world that he was seriously ill and needed rest, leaving only a maid to take care of her.

None of the servants of the palace, including the housekeeper, knew the facts. At this moment, the housekeeper was still thinking: Maybe the princess is in a good mood, and her illness will naturally improve.

(End of this chapter)