A branch of red apricot came into the wall

The beauty is just the appearance of a handsome Zhou Zheng scholar, elegant and fair, not particularly handsome in my heart, but there is always a slight smile on her face, especially her crooked eyes that seem to be glowing with peach blossoms and spring water, and the autumn waves are rippling.

But it can't be said that he looks like a woman. Although his appearance is gentle and fair, he is not feminine, and only looks a little leisurely and cheerful, a little leisurely and elegant.

"Shopkeeper, is there anything new in Beijing recently?" Liu Jiyou put down his book and asked.

"Of course there are. There are all kinds of birds in the capital. There is nothing new. The first thing is that the minister of the Ministry of Rites is slightly ill. It is said that one day he woke up dizzy and nauseated, and his appetite was poor. The emperor anxiously called the imperial doctor for treatment. , after the word got out, the people in the whole capital said that he was pregnant with a dragon child..."

"Isn't he a man? How can he conceive a dragon child?"

"Don't worry, listen to me slowly." The shopkeeper also poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and continued, "Li Shilang is my second boss. Our Li family only found it funny when they heard this. Autumn qi invades the body, bloating and discomfort, no one is pregnant, but some people always think that he is a flower fairy descended from the world, and His Majesty the Emperor is omnipotent, so when our second family shows signs of pregnancy, they will The joy seemed to be blooming, and some people went to Li's residence to congratulate him, it was an oolong."

"Sure enough, it's hearsay." Liu Jiyou said with a chuckle, while drinking tea leisurely, while listening to the shopkeeper talking about various rumors in and out of Dashao recently, especially in the capital of the imperial capital.

The Li Family Bookstore not only sells books, but also serves as a place for news circulation. Some monthly newspapers and periodicals that report on celebrities, miscellaneous news, and strange things are dispatched from the Beijing General Bureau of the bookstore every month. These kinds of magazines are especially loved by ordinary people in the market. Literati who regard themselves as high-level intellectuals denounce lies and diatribes and talk nonsense, but they will secretly buy and watch them in private.

The shopkeeper knows more than the gossip published in these miscellaneous books. He opened a flower from the Tianzhu exotic fragrance from the imperial palace garden. Concubine, the main wife who had endured for many years finally had a fit, and cried to the emperor, etc., from state affairs to trivial matters, witty and witty.

Liu Jiyou listened with gusto, his eyes were shining brightly, becoming more and more radiant.

Those distant people, these things that can only be heard from other people's mouths, thought-provoking, novel and absurd, one by one build another wonderful world, which attracts people's yearning.

The shopkeeper paused for a break, took a sip of tea, and said, "I heard that the Fifth Prince has come to our Fenlin County."

"You mean the Fifth Prince?"

"Yes, that's the one." The shopkeeper lowered his voice and said, "The Fifth Prince who is privately called by the common people as the Monstrous Prince."

"When did you come?"

"Last night, I'm temporarily staying at the county magistrate's mansion. The Fifth Prince has always kept a low profile. No matter where he goes, he doesn't like to make a big show. He often comes quietly and goes quietly, so not many people know that he is coming to Fenlin, but in such a day When a nobleman comes, there will inevitably be rumors, some people heard the news and went to the county magistrate’s mansion early this morning to post a message in person, hoping to meet the prince, but they were all blocked out, and the prince didn’t even receive half of it.”

"I said shopkeeper, you really are a scholar who doesn't go out and knows the world's affairs." Liu Jiyou teased back.

"Young Master Liu is absurd." The shopkeeper showed a look of color, and said again: "On the surface, the fifth prince is going to Erhe Governor's Mansion, passing through Fenlin by way, but I heard privately that he is looking for an old friend, that name Who is the old friend but no one has heard him mention it.”

"Really?" Liu Jiyou didn't have much interest in this matter. He was a fairy-like figure far away in the sky. Even if he came down to the human world at a closer distance, he would still be far away, just listen to it.

Let’s talk about the fifth prince, whose name is Song Ye. His biological mother is a Hu Ji from the Western Regions, so his appearance is different from that of ordinary Han people. Someone once boldly described him as "beautiful in shape, bewitching in spirit, and bewitching people's hearts." He was extremely handsome , It is completely different from the elegant beauty of Lou Chuyun, who was known as Pan An in the current dynasty.

Perhaps it is because of his blood of the Hu people, his mysterious and exotic color, his deep and unpredictable temperament, and his strategizing when talking and laughing, which makes ordinary people have the illusion, as if his handsomeness reveals a monster that can confuse people's hearts. Secretly calling him "Monster Prince" is not demeaning, but too reverent.

He is not like the emperor's benevolence and elegance, he is not like the grand prince who is gentle and elegant, he is not like the sixth prince who is bold and handsome, he is not like the seventh prince who is majestic and awe-inspiring, and he is not like the little prince who is innocent and handsome. He is the least clear among the royal brothers. describe one.

But these claims are only limited to hearsay, Liu Jiyou thought, he had never seen it with his own eyes, and his superficial appearance had nothing to do with him.

"By the way, I'm talking about talented Liu, when will your idlers give us new manuscripts for our store? The Beijing General Bureau has come to ask." The shopkeeper suddenly turned around and urged the manuscript.

"Uh, this... I'll try my best."

"Then please take your time, I and many readers are looking forward to your masterpiece."

"Hey." Liu Jiyou answered in a low voice, heaving a deep sigh in his heart, not daring to say clearly that he hadn't written for a long time.

Speaking of which, from the age of 16 to the present age of 19, in more than three years, he has written a novel of strange things, two novels of gifted scholars and beautiful ladies, and two novels of Nanfeng. It is considered a little famous.

Two of them, Nanfeng, were the subject of discussion between Li Jiashusi and him, and it was said that the first of them was not long after it was released, but it became a big seller because of the scandal between the emperor and the minister of rites.The book store made money, so the shopkeeper of course took advantage of the victory to chase him down and asked him to write again, and even gave him an idea to write a second erotic novel "Peony Dreams" based on the love between the monarch and his ministers (adultery), and the sales were booming.

In the peaceful and prosperous times, the south wind prevailed, and even the emperor loved men. All kinds of Longyang small books naturally became popular, making Luoyang paper expensive for a while. From princes and nobles to traffickers and pawns, especially many sisters, mothers-in-law and mothers flock to it, and they fall behind without reading it.

Just because he wrote Nanfeng, it doesn't mean that he really loves to share peaches with men. When he wrote the first book more than a year ago, he kept deliberating and even went to the brothel to find a young man to practice it for himself.It's very comfortable to be comfortable with men, but those young men are really not much different from a woman with no breasts and no butt, so I still can't grasp the point no matter how I write.

Just when he was about to give up, by chance, he finally experienced the so-called joy of Longyang, and then he was enlightened, wrote a chapter, and actually wrote a lot of fun, and planned to write a third book, titled "Jin Zhang" "Spring" tells the story of a son of an official family who lives in Liyuan and works as an actor.

The problem is that I obviously have an idea, but how to write it is wrong, the more I write, the more I write, the more I write, the more I write, I simply throw away my hand and stop writing for the time being. Listening to the shopkeeper's reminder and inquiry today, I can't help but feel distressed again.

After chatting with the shopkeeper for a while, Liu Jiyou stood up and said goodbye. "Please ask the shopkeeper to send someone to send these books to the Liu family, and the money for the books can be directly accepted to the accountant of the Liu family."

The shopkeeper delivered it to the door of the store in person. "Okay, Master Liu, go slowly."

Liu Jiyou walked back home thoughtfully, her steps were brisk and carefree when she came, but she looked a little gloomy when she returned, as if she had brought something on her mind to go home together.

Looking up at the sky, I saw the autumn colors stained the tops, gradually becoming haggard, the golden wind rolled down, and the ground was filled with sorrow...

"Ha chirp ha chirp!" After eating the wind, he sneezed loudly twice, and before he had time to write a new word to express his sorrow, the atmosphere of sadness and sorrow broke up in response. It was really cool autumn.

I couldn't help shaking my head, laughed at myself, and thought, what's so difficult about writing about a down-and-out opera actor?It is enough to write again, why bother to worry about it?

Thinking of it like this, the eyes are like two shallow crescent bays again.

Back home, after lunch, Liu Jiyou immediately prepared paper and ink, and picked up the pen with high ambition.

I wrote a few sentences and then I got stuck.

After crumpling it and throwing it away, I took a new paper and tried to write a few more sentences, and then, it got stuck again.

No, no matter what, you have to work hard to write it down, this young master will definitely be able to do it!He encouraged himself, but every time he wrote a few sentences, he would get stuck. As he wrote, he rubbed a piece of paper, frowning frequently. The handwriting became more and more scribbled.

In the end, he couldn't take it anymore, shook the small script in his hand, and annoyedly crumpled up the paper with only a few numbers written on it, and threw it away.

bother!

With his chin propped on one hand, his delicate eyebrows and eyes are full of anxiety. He has been pondering this "Jinzhangchun" for almost half a year. It's not right, the words are not smooth, and the bullshit doesn't make sense. Thinking of the urging from the shopkeeper of the Li Family Bookstore, I feel even more upset and distressed.

Hey, it's not that he doesn't give it, but that he can't write it.

Seeing the balls of waste paper thrown all over the floor, I was really frustrated, and my ambition just now was completely wiped out, so I shouted tiredly and dejectedly: "Little wax gourd, little bamboo pole, come in and clean up."

"Come on!" The two little book boys who were playing in the courtyard outside responded, and immediately ran into the study to pick up the balls of paper.

"Hey, tell me, is your young master exhausted?" Liu Jiyou's shoulders slumped in frustration, his chin rested on the desk from the palm of his hand, his whole limp muddy character, he couldn't sit still.

"No way, the young master is very talented, and he has learned a lot."

"That's right, that's right, and it's only five fights high, so it's nothing to be surprised about."

"Study rich and five cars, you will be very talented, and you will be amazing." Lazy voice corrected, learning two cars and only three talents, two stupid