I write novels in the East Palace

The brothers looked at each other, Zhou Chengyao frowned seeing that he didn't want to lie, and said worriedly, "What should I do?"

"It's okay. Maybe I will remember it next time I have a dream." Zhou Chengyi is very open to it. He has not started the official serialization yet and has no pressure to update, and there is no pressure to survive in recent days. The whole person is Buddhist.

"The boat is naturally straight when it reaches the bridge," he said.

Zhou Chengyao couldn't help it either, this matter was reluctant to come, so he had to give up for the time being.But since Zhou Chengyi has time to spare, the work he originally planned to do for him should be returned to the rightful owner.

"Since that's the case, you probably have nothing to do now, so why not make a copy of this manuscript full of errors and omissions."

As Zhou Chengyao said, he put the original manuscript with a large block of characters circled by a cinnabar pen in front of Zhou Chengyi, tapped it twice with his fingertips, and asked with a very forward-looking smile, "You will never ask me to hold such a manuscript. Are you going to deliver it?"

No matter which bookstore would not accept such a manuscript that could not even get the paper points, it might even feel that the contributor was sent by an opponent to deliberately humiliate them.

Zhou Chengyao couldn't help it.

He originally thought that Zhou Chengyi was obsessed with creation and forgot to sleep and eat, so he, the older brother, would naturally help whenever he could.When Zhou Chengyi was planning to write the manuscript, he would copy and correct the already written manuscript.

But of course not now.

Zhou Chengyi looked at the numerous corrections on the manuscript, and swallowed: He didn't want to copy, really didn't want to.

"Brother, can I..."

"Huh?" Zhou Chengyao squinted his eyes and smiled kindly and gently, just like before he was thrown from the Arhat Tower.

As if to say: How dare you refuse to try.

Try and die.

Zhou Chengyi saw through the threat at the core of his brother's smile, so he picked up the brush and changed his words very wisely, "Brother, you are right, I will correct it now."

Zhou Chengyao nodded, and said again, "Just to practice your calligraphy."

Having said that, after Zhou Chengyi put down the pick, Zhou Chengyao took over without complaint and finished the matter.

It is not Zhou Chengyi's subjective disobedience to say that the pick is not.In fact, he has the habit of polishing after writing, and there have been cases where he was not satisfied with the original manuscript and directly deleted and rewritten it.

In order not to waste manuscript paper, he always changed parts and copied paragraphs.

When changing to the second half, he suddenly found clues from the previous article, and successfully used key words to uncover the veiled dream memory.

This time he was very active and sober, so he quickly grasped the hard-won inspiration.

His eyes were bright, and he immediately took out the paper on which he had written the outline, and scribbled and corrected it. After a while, some crooked words with missing arms and legs covered half a page.

His whole body was immersed in it, and his concentration became that indifferent look again.

"Fox Dream" is a unit drama with a slightly mysterious and fantasy style. The so-called unit drama is a story composed of unit by unit stories around a theme.

Zhou Chengyi knew that each dynasty had restrictions on the subject matter of writing, and in ancient times, literary inquisitions arose from time to time, and books that were not conducive to the ruler would be destroyed, and those who hindered would be dealt with together, so as to prevent future troubles .

Not to mention that the identity of the original owner is sensitive, even Zhou Chengyi is well aware of the principle of doing as the Romans do.

He didn't intend to challenge the difficulty of hell when he came up, trying to break some feudal ethics and start an ideological enlightenment movement. Even if he wanted to export something, he had to figure it out slowly after knowing himself and the enemy.

Therefore, in the book "Fox Dream", Zhou Chengyi tentatively decided four units, which are: Yinbing Onitsuka, Stealing Life, Stealing Dreams and Jiu Banxian.

None of the characters on the stage is a serious person.

It took Zhou Chengyi a whole week to finish writing the Yinbing Onizuka volume, and immediately asked Lin Dong to invite the first reader, who was doing his part, into the palace.

After Zhou Chengyao watched the ending, the shock he had felt in the previous article was even more shocking at the end.

He couldn't tell what he felt, and the fluctuations in his heart were very contradictory, with a sudden feeling of "this is the way it should be, and it should be like this".

Because of this, he was even more certain that the birth of this book was for Marshal Zhongli.

Zhou Chengyao closed the manuscript, let out a long breath, and said solemnly, "Don't worry about it, this article will be published even if no bookstore dares to accept it."

Zhou Chengyi: "..." What is Wushufang daring to accept!

He who was originally full of confidence suddenly became apprehensive when he heard this, and stretched out his hand very tangled, "Brother, is there something wrong with what I wrote? How about I change it again?"

Zhou Chengyao shook his head and nodded again, "No, your writing is very good."

"Really...?" Why am I so skeptical?

"When did I lie to you?"

Zhou Chengyao got up with the manuscript, "It's getting late, I'm going out of the palace first, you must be tired after working for so many days, take a good rest."

"... Oh." Zhou Chengyi silently watched Zhou Chengyao's back as if he was looking at death, and became nervous for no reason.

But if it comes, it is safe, the manuscript is written, and it is taken away, so I can't regret it and come back again.This is not his style.

Whether it can be posted depends on the fate.

Zhou Chengyi put his nervousness behind him in just a moment.

Here, after Zhou Chengyao left the palace and returned to the mansion, he turned his head and got into a simple carriage that had been ordered to stop there a long time ago through the back door.

"Go to Fu Fu." He said.

The capital city is at the foot of the emperor, the ancient capital of many dynasties, and the most prosperous city in the Central Plains. There were originally dozens of large and small bookstores, which were later combined into the four major bookstores, led by Chang'an Bookstore, which is famous all over the world.

And behind this Chang'an Bookstore is Fu Qian, the young master of the Fu Mansion.

Fu Qian is only twenty and four years old. Although he is a son of a noble family, no matter how poor his family is, he is also a son of a grand lord, but he does not consider his fame to go to business.

It is said that scholars, peasants, businessmen, and merchants are cheap businesses. Young Master Fu's family is rich and spends money like water, but he is not welcomed by the children of the Chang'an family, and he can even be said to be excluded.

Fu Qian is not a temperless person, others don't want to see him, and he is annoyed to stick his hot face on his cold butt, and therefore, there are absolutely no other people in the "Spring Banquet" and "Poetry Contest" led by the aristocratic family. of.

If Zhou Chengyao wanted to find him, it would be the fastest to go directly to his house.Although it's really out of style to visit rashly without saying hello, but it's not too late to deal with the manuscript. If the emperor knows about it... it's better to finalize it as soon as possible so that he can feel more at ease.

So Zhou Chengyao did not hesitate to use some tricks, and then rushed to meet people without stopping.

It's also a coincidence that usually Fu Qian is either on the way to check the accounts or on the way to have fun. Today he learned that a friend he hadn't seen for a long time has returned secretly. Because he didn't want to say anything, he only invited three or two close friends to hold a small banquet in the mansion to cleanse the dust. .

I heard the butler report, "My lord, and the prince are here."

"Zhou Chengyao? What is he doing here? Could it be that he heard something?" The youngest among the friends, but the darkest-skinned and fierce-looking boy immediately slapped the wine cup on the table, and said coldly, "Fu Yulan, it’s not you who tipped off the news, right?”

Magnolia is exactly the character of the little father-in-law Fu Qian, which means Zhilan Yushu.

Fu Qian really looked like a coquettish man, the paper fan was swaying slightly arty, but inside he smelled of copper.

What he regarded as the mantra is "the prosperity of the world is for profit, and the world's hustle and bustle is for profit".

Fu Qian hadn't spoken yet, and the young man next to him was at odds with the young man. The young man who was sitting lazily opened his mouth first, and said with a sneer, "It's a pity that you can still stay in the court for so many years. If Fu Yulan wants to leak the news, it should be the Three princes and nine princes, not a sick prince who has no real power."

"You, it's better not to compete with your brother, and die this career ambition as soon as possible." The young man said lazily and toasted, completely showing the attitude of my loyal words.

But the young man was so angry that his teeth were itchy. If it wasn't for the host of the welcome banquet sitting in the middle, he would have jumped on him and bit him a long time ago.

Fu Qian was too lazy to talk to these two friends who would pinch each other when they met, and turned to look at the housekeeper.

He was also very surprised by Zhou Chengyao's appearance, "What's the matter?"

"I didn't explain it, I just said that I want to see the little prince. But I see that the prince and the prince are holding something in their hands, and it seems that they are here to contribute." The housekeeper guessed.

Several people on the table looked at each other, exchanged glances, and understood each other.

Fu Qian didn't dare to delay, got up and left in a hurry.

The topic is still going on.

"You don't come to the door for good things. At this time, the prince and the prince came to look for the one in the East Palace." The young man shook his wine cup with his face propped up, and looked at the young man who was buried in his meal with interest, "Pei Er, can I I heard that a few days ago, General Pei and your brother personally escorted someone to the fifth prince's residence, and the fifth prince seems to be frightened?"

"I don't know, I didn't go again." Pei Ju curled his lips and gnawed on the chicken leg, not caring about this issue at all.

Luo Yi rolled his eyes and cursed, "Idiot! Can you not just use the thing on your neck for eating and drinking, but use it for thinking about things!"

"The front foot and the prince hurried into the palace, and the rear foot made a big move in the East Palace. Afterwards, General Pei personally sent people to the Fifth Prince's Mansion... No matter how you think about it, this is not a coincidence." Luo Yi drank the wine in one gulp, and said firmly, "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. This matter is so strange and abnormal. I'm afraid it's raining."

"The storm is coming, and it is not your tree that is blown."

Pei Ju looked at him, "You are in such a hurry, could it be that you are planning to stand in line? Then I can say first that the marshal must be put to death, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless! Don't say that I bully you with a pen." "

"I'm just a student of a mere imperial school, and I also write operas and scripts to barely survive. I don't care if I stand in line." Luo Yi said unhappily, "Besides, your road is blocked, I There is no choice."

Pei Ju said, "I don't care about that."

The two actually quarreled like this again, and when it subsided, they found that Fu Qian hadn't come back yet.

"Could it be something difficult to do in front of you?" Luo Yi frowned and guessed.

Hey.

The teacup is placed on the table.

She retracted her jade-like fingers, propped them on the table, and got up.

"Go and have a look." The one who had been silent all this time suddenly said.