I don't want to be the favorite concubine of this palace anymore

This time An Muxi did not bring Xiaoqin and Xiaoyun, which made Xiaoqin very dissatisfied and felt that she was abandoned by her master.

He turned around and took Xiaoyun to the small kitchen to roast sweet potatoes.

What An Muxi didn't know was that ever since she was drugged in the theater last time, Li Rui had arranged two secret guards to follow her at all times.

Qiu Shuang and Qiu Yue knew that these two secret guards followed An Muxi, but they did not tell An Muxi.

They both knew how much the prince valued An Muxi, so they no longer dared to let their guard down. When they walked on the street, they kept their eyes and ears open.

The master and his servants walked all the way to the Fang Cun Jianzhong bookstore on West Street. When they entered, they saw that there were quite a few people in the bookstore. Many of them were queuing up with several books in their hands, waiting to pay.

Shopkeeper Sun was busy as hell, his abacus clacking away.

The customers were still talking in groups of three or four. An Muxi couldn't help but prick up her ears to listen.

"Brother Zhao, do you know who the author of this book is?"

"Isn't it written in the book? His name is Lao Wang next door. I guess he is the son of some Wang family. This person is really amazing. He can actually write such fantastic novels and picture books."

Another person said, "I have never heard of any royal family in the imperial capital having such an outstanding student."

The first person who spoke said mysteriously, "You don't know this, right? This person is the illegitimate son of the Wang family, a noble family in Western Xinjiang. Because he failed to pass the imperial examination and was bullied at home, he jumped into the river and committed suicide in anger."

"What? How can you write these books if you drown yourself?"

"Listen to me, I drowned myself in the river and was saved by a woman from the mountains."

"and after?"

"Later, he lived next door to that woman. To thank her, he took the pen name "Old Wang Next Door"."

Several people suddenly realized.

Seeing that everyone else was listening to him, the man continued with a smug look on his face, "I heard that after he committed suicide by jumping into the water, his Ren and Du meridians were opened up, and he became very talented. He writes next door to the woman's house every day."

"So it's a good thing that he committed suicide by jumping into the river, so that we can see so many extraordinary works?"

An Muxi's forehead was filled with black lines: One person dares to say it, and the others really dare to believe it.

I thought: Brother, why don't you go to the teahouse and tell stories? You are just making up rumors with your mouth. This life story you made up is just like what you saw standing next to it.

But An Muxi didn't plan to expose him. As long as it didn't affect the sales of her book, it would be fine.

Seeing that there were obviously more people buying books this week, An Muxi was so happy that she could hardly suppress her smile. Finally, when there were fewer people, she went up to greet Shopkeeper Sun.

"Shopkeeper Sun, I'm here. It looks like business is good recently."

Shopkeeper Sun was as happy to see her as if he had seen the God of Wealth, and said, "Miss Wang, the bookstore has been doing good business recently, thanks to your brother's picture books and novels."

An Muxi asked, "Is your boss here? I'll go see him first and come back to see you later."

Shopkeeper Sun said, "The boss has something to do today and is out. If you have anything to say, I can tell him."

An Muxi shook her head. She didn't expect that Li Yian was not here today.

"I don't have anything special to say, so I'll come visit him next time. Let's settle last week's account first?"

Shopkeeper Sun took out last week's account book. Ever since An Muxi's books started selling here, Shopkeeper Sun made a special account book for her. The accounts were clear and easy to read at a glance.

An Muxi opened it and was shocked. She had sold 306 copies last week. It seemed that she already had some fans. She couldn't help but feel secretly happy.

Shopkeeper Sun took out three silver notes, two for one hundred taels, and one for fifty taels. He also gave the rest in the form of two silver ingots of ten taels, one silver ingot of five taels, and one silver ingot of one tael.

Smiling, he pushed it in front of An Muxi and said, "Ms. Wang, please click. This is the commission from last week. It's two hundred and seventy-five taels in total."

An Muxi only took a glance and knew that the number was not small, so she put it into the bag she brought with her, smiling. Then she handed it to Qiu Shuang, but she still felt that it was safer to put it on her.

Then he took out the second volume of his newly written novel "Don't Bully the Poor Young Man", as well as the picture books "A Mortal Cultivating Magic" and "The Little Master" and handed them to Shopkeeper Sun.

"This is something my brother created. Shopkeeper Sun might as well build a bookshelf specifically for my brother and put all his picture books and novels together. This way the effect might be better."

Shopkeeper Sun nodded repeatedly, realizing that this Young Master Wang was indeed a man of great talent. He would surely write many excellent works in the future, and it would indeed sell better if they were put together into a column.

Shopkeeper Sun has been very proud recently. His bookstore has become very popular in the circle of bookstores in the capital. Many of his peers have tried to get close to him in a roundabout way, asking who this neighbor Lao Wang is or trying to take the opportunity to get in touch with Lao Wang next door.

But he declined them all. Not to mention that he didn't know at all, even if he knew, he wouldn't tell other colleagues, okay?

Isn't it better to operate exclusively? If this trend continues, we can also develop some offline bookstores to help sell the books.

It has to be said that Shopkeeper Sun is indeed very business-minded. His ideas laid the foundation for An Muxi's picture book to be promoted throughout Tiansheng.

An Muxi got the silver. It was the first time she earned so much silver after traveling through time for so long. After saying goodbye, she happily hummed a little tune and left the bookstore.

Now she has saved more than three hundred taels, which is considered a decent fortune, but she knows that this is just the beginning. Thinking back to when her original goal was only one hundred taels, she feels that she is too timid. Doesn't she dare to set a higher goal?

She took Qiu Shuang and Qiu Yue with her, rented a carriage and headed for Sandalwood Temple.

This was the farthest she had ever gone. Already out of the imperial capital, she lifted the car curtain and looked out the window curiously at the scenery along the way.

The scenery in late autumn is a bit bleak, but it has its own charm. There are fewer and fewer houses on the roadside, and there are patches of farmland.

Thinking about it, it has been almost three months since I traveled here, but it seems like a lifetime ago. I had made up my mind to escape from Prince Rui's Mansion after saving up one hundred taels, but now I have to continue staying in Prince Rui's Mansion.

I don’t know when Li Rui will be able to gather all the detoxifying herbs.

I can find a way to escape. The three hundred taels of silver I have saved are enough for me to live a good life. But what about those little maids?

She was afraid that if she left, Li Rui would vent his anger on them. The more she thought about it, the more worried she became. Her originally good mood became depressed again.

At this time, in a meditation room in the backyard of Sandalwood Temple, a young monk and a young man were playing chess.

The monk had red lips, white teeth and a face as beautiful as jade, but it was difficult to tell his age. Although he looked young, his eyes seemed to have seen all the vicissitudes of life. There seemed to be a sea of ​​stars in his eyes, which made people dare not look directly at him.

This person is none other than the elder of Sandalwood Temple, Master Qingyun, who travels around the world all year round and occasionally returns to Sandalwood Temple to stay for a while.

The young man opposite the monk was Li Rui.

When Li Rui was at his lowest point in his life, he received guidance from Master Qingyun, which benefited him greatly. To Li Rui, Master Qingyun was both a teacher and a friend.

I knew he had returned to Sandalwood Temple so I came specially to pay him a visit.

"Master, you are going to lose." Li Rui said.

The monk smiled slightly and said, "No, no, your Highness, please see." After saying that, the monk placed the white piece he was holding, and the situation on the board suddenly changed.

Li Rui frowned slightly, and saw that the situation was indeed hopeless.

"Master is still so cunning and is waiting for me here. I give up." Then he threw the black piece in his hand onto the chessboard.

The monk smiled faintly, like a gentle breeze blowing on his face: "Your Highness, I see that you have signs of being in love recently. I didn't know that after all these years of wandering, you would actually be interested in women?"

When Li Rui heard the monk's words, a barely perceptible smile appeared in his eyes. He thought of the pretty woman in his mind, and then he sighed helplessly.

Asked: "Master, can you calculate when she and I can really be together?"

Master Qingyun said: "You should not go anywhere, but give birth to your heart. Your Majesty, just face it calmly and let everything go with the flow. When the time comes, you will naturally get it."

Li Rui seemed to understand. The master asked him to face it calmly and not force it? Would there really be a day when everything would come to fruition? He wondered.

Outside the mountain gate of Sandalwood Temple, An Muxi's carriage traveled for more than an hour before finally arriving at the most famous temple in Tiansheng Kingdom.