The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

Jiang Zhiyu's voice was still timid, but her expression was extremely agile, and she raised her eyebrows outside the door.

Zhao Hao's heart moved slightly, and he really noticed that there was a subtle perception hanging on his body.

Although the intensity of this perception is far inferior to that of the concierge Lao Han, it also shows that Mammy Wu is also cultivated.

He has already left, but he still observes secretly, which is not the emperor's person.

It's no wonder that although the black air of the Xingzi corresponding to Madam Wu is extremely weak, it has formed a net to surround the Xingzi.

leave!

So this girl is also so tired?

For a while, Zhao Hao became playful.

"Come at night, it must be because I miss you, my treasure!"

Jiang Zhiyu: "..."

She glared at Zhao Hao, but her voice was flustered and coy: "Young Master Zhao, don't talk nonsense, although, although our wedding date has been set, we are not married after all, so it is unreasonable, you, you should come less in the future !"

The last sentence, even with a trace of reluctance.

Zhao Hao sighed: "I know girls care about fame, and I didn't want to, but I ate noodles today!"

Jiang Zhiyu froze for a moment: "What does this have to do with eating noodles?"

"Don't you want to ask me what kind of noodles I ate?"

"What face?"

"Meet you!"

Jiang Zhiyu: "..."

She glared at Zhao Hao angrily, feeling the urge to faint for a moment.

But the voice was shy and shy on the verge of collapse: "Ah? Zhao, Mr. Zhao, don't talk nonsense!"

Zhao Hao became playful: "After eating the noodles, I'll go to farm!"

Jiang Zhiyu resigned to her fate: "Where?"

Zhao Hao laughed and said, "I'm absolutely devoted to you!"

Jiang Zhiyu shuddered, and subconsciously rubbed her fair and slender forearms.

Zhao Hao laughed so hard that his mouth was crooked, but his voice was still affectionate: "I went to class after planting the land, guess what class it is?"

Jiang Zhiyu took off the hairpin from the top of her head and shook it under the candlelight, the light reflected from the tip of the hairpin just hit Zhao Hao's eyes.

She looked at Zhao Hao and said with a smile, "Oh? What class is it?"

Zhao Hao: "..."

He was silent for a moment, then quickly said: "Poetry class, poetry class! Isn't this the literati from the four countries who came to provoke me? He was thinking about deepening his poetry cultivation. When the time comes, the soldiers will cover up the water and soil, so that we can't give up our barren country." Disgraceful in the literary world.”

Jiang Zhiyu gave him a look of "you're acquainted", and then said, "But among the more than 100 poems you posted at the door, the literati from the four countries didn't fill in any of them, so why be so panicky?"

Zhao Hao chuckled: "Aren't I afraid that they won't be able to do it, making me feel like a bully and embarrassing us in the barren country's literary world?"

Jiang Zhiyu was stunned, and for a moment she didn't understand what Zhao Hao meant.

"Master Zhao means..."

Zhao Hao squinted his eyes: "I heard that the Fang family in the state of Jin couldn't sit still anymore, and they sent people to buy poems everywhere, but they couldn't even find Qin Zhili. Guess... ...how much are they bidding for a song now?"

Jiang Zhiyu also became interested: "How much?"

Zhao Hao laughed and said, "Seventy gold!"

Jiang Zhiyu seemed to realize what Zhao Hao wanted to do, but she still asked, "So willing, but what does this have to do with us?"

Zhao Hao was a little embarrassed: "To be honest, I want to earn this money!"

After saying this, he obviously felt the ray of perception hanging on him tremble.

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Four more nine thousand three hundred words.

Call it a day~

Chapter 96: Literati, is it plausible that there is no manuscript? (one more)

Although Jiang Zhiyu vaguely expected Zhao Hao's words, she couldn't help being stunned when she heard him say this.

She hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Mr. Zhao, do you still have the manuscript?"

"Save the manuscript?"

Zhao Hao smiled: "As a literati, isn't it reasonable to save manuscripts?"

Jiang Zhiyu looked at the door of the bedroom, showing a trace of hesitation, but soon guessed what Zhao Hao meant, and smiled slightly: "Mr. It's a waste of time."

Zhao Hao smiled slightly: "One poem is seventy gold, what about one hundred poems?"

Jiang Zhiyu was really shocked this time: "It's hard, do you have a hundred poems in your hand?"

Zhao Hao said seriously: "Of course not!"

Jiang Zhiyu: "???"

She was a little annoyed by Zhao Hao, but thinking that Madam Wu was still listening outside, she could only say: "How many songs does Mr. Zhao have?"

Zhao Hao smiled lightly: "Actually, there are not many, there are only thirty or forty poems in total."

Jiang Zhiyu wondered, "Then why do you sell a hundred songs!"

Zhao Hao smiled sinisterly: "I can write sixty or seventy bad poems at will, and then package them up and sell them together. If they want to buy them, they'll buy a hundred together, or they won't get any of them. Anyway, I'm not reconciled One song only sells for 150 gold, so after this conversion, there should be a song of [-] gold."

Jiang Zhiyu: "!!!"

This time, she was really shocked, although she always knew that Zhao Hao was not a worthless dude.

But this magical method of operation really exceeded her expectations.

She didn't know Qin Zhili's level.