I write novels in the East Palace

Although the few people were curious, they also knew a little bit of propriety. Before they went to the main hall, they stopped a servant to ask about the situation first.

Unexpectedly, the servant said, "His Royal Highness is not feeling well, so he went back after drinking a cup of tea."

"Leaving?" Luo Yi asked in surprise, "Then why is Brother Yulan still missing? Could it be that he was caught by something else?"

The servant shook his head, "Since he entered, the young man hasn't come out, and he hasn't asked anyone to refill his tea. He just sat there and watched something... No matter how many villains there are, I don't know."

Luo Yi and Pei Ju looked at each other, a little puzzled, and heard a cold and indifferent smile, "It seems that they have written a masterpiece that cannot be shelved."

The man took the lead and walked towards the main hall, Luo Yi and Pei Yi immediately followed.

They wanted to find Fu Qian, and coincidentally, Fu Qian was also planning to find them, looking a little anxious.

The four of them bumped into each other at the door.

"You guys came at the right time. I'm having some troubles and I don't know how to decide. I want to ask you for advice." Fu Qian asked them to go in and take a seat, and ordered them to go down loudly, "Look at the tea!"

"What kind of trick are you doing?" Luo Yi saw the manuscript paper in his hand, and confirmed his guess, "Look, I'm right, if you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for everything, you and the prince must have given a hot potato Come on, that's why Brother Yulan dare not make up his mind after jumping up and down."

Pei Ju frowned, and said bluntly, "What's the matter, don't post if you don't want to, maybe he can force you."

"Say you stay, you are always the same. The reason why Chang'an Bookstore is famous all over the world is that it invites excellent manuscripts, and accepts all kinds of poems, songs, essays, dramas and novels. Since he came to the door, he must be aware of these things. You are so straightforward, you are not talking about yourself."

Luo Yi rolled his eyes at him and expressed his opinion, "In my opinion, it's better to accept it first, press the manuscript for a few days, and when he comes to ask again, he will prevaricate and perfunctory on the grounds that the compilation trial has not passed. Tearing off the skin and hurting the peace, and resolving the matter."

Pei Ju frowned in disgust, "It's troublesome."

Luo Yi: "It's better than offending someone."

In fact, Fu Qian did intend to act as Luo Yi said from the beginning.After all, what he was facing was a sick and weak prince who had never been scolded by His Majesty. Although he could not afford to offend him, he was really afraid that he would be angry with the prince if he said something too harshly.

It's better to have one thing more than one thing less, and he is a good player in all kinds of tricks.

Fu Qian only emphasized calmly, "Although Chang'an Bookstore is under my name, I have no right to decide what happens. It all depends on the editor."

Prince He took a deep look at him, and didn't know if he had seen the clues, but he just smiled and said, "I heard that Chang'an Bookstore always puts the quality of manuscripts first, and Mr. Fu only needs to do business."

After finishing speaking, he coughed twice and left on the grounds that he was unwell.

Fu Qian originally wanted to put this sudden spread of sweet potatoes aside, but maybe the expression on his face when he walked with the prince was too determined and confident.

Unexpectedly, he opened the original manuscript called "Fox Dream", and he was shocked immediately after reading it. He even read half of it unconsciously, until his throat felt dry and he wanted to drink tea. But suddenly realized what he was doing.

It took him a lot of effort to reluctantly withdraw from this novel story, and then the current thing happened.

"If you say that this book is not up to standard, then Chang'an Bookstore can be closed this year. But he insinuated about Marshal Zhongli and blamed His Majesty..." Fu Qian sighed, feeling very worried in his heart. Why did he call him "business-like".

"Speaking for Marshal Zhongli?" Pei Ju's eyes lit up, and he immediately slapped the table excitedly, "Send it, you must!"

At first, Luo Yi only thought that he was hooking up with that person in the East Palace, but he never thought that Zhong Liyue would be involved, because most people didn't believe that Marshal Zhongli would collude with the enemy and treason, but when he was so sensitive, how could he stand out!

He glared at the yelling Pei Ju, and refuted his request, "What are you posting, you can't post it!" After posting this article today, I'm afraid I'm going to die in the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice tomorrow.

"It really shouldn't be published... But it would be a pity if such an article was shelved." Fu Qian smiled wryly.

Luo Yi looked at him suspiciously, "Is it really as good as you said?" He was a little skeptical, he felt that the text might be well written, but Fu Qian's attitude was a bit exaggerated.

Luo Yi's pseudonym Baiyi Scholar has been active in the novel world for these years. Baiyi Scholar's popular novels have an average audience. Only last year's "Thirteen Niangs" became famous, which made him completely get rid of the precarious life. It is still in Chang'an Bookstore Do editing to earn a little money.

Not to mention that he has read all the articles, he is also very knowledgeable, and all the articles that have made him lose his composure over the years are all pioneering works.

Fu Qian is the boss, he sees more than him.

"It is no exaggeration to say that this book is novel and unprecedented." Fu Qian said solemnly, "Maybe it will be the pioneering work of a genre."

Luo Yi was startled when he heard such a high evaluation, "Really?"

Fu Qian nodded, and Luo Yi immediately wanted to say "Let me have a look", but before he could say anything, he saw a jade-like delicate white hand stretch out, and took the book in Fu Qian's hands without a doubt.

Fu Qian was not displeased, but was pleasantly surprised, "Zi Gu, what do you think?"

Fang Guanyan never gave useless answers. Instead of expressing his opinion immediately, he opened the book, his eyes paused, and a surprise that no one else noticed flashed in his eyes.

He glanced at the beginning and restrained himself from looking back.

"The opening is good, the writing style is novel, the characters are interesting... and there are original sentence breaks." Fang Guanyan said, "This is the beginning, so it is worth publishing."

"That's true." Fu Qian also nodded, but he said, "The plot alone is also very good. Although there is no grand scene, the description is only a few words, but the lines between the lines are very shocking."

Fang Guanyan raised his eyebrows slightly, and put the manuscript in his hands calmly, nodding his head noblely, as if agreeing to something, "You should definitely read it carefully."

Fu Qian and Luo Yi shouted two words in unison: "Wait!"

The former is: "I haven't finished watching it yet!"

The latter was unwilling: "I didn't even look at it!"

However, what was kicked into Fang Guanyan's arms is naturally impossible to take out easily, he said, "Fang knows about it, and will read it as soon as possible and hand it over to you two."

Fu Qian: "..."

Luo Yi: "..."

Sure enough, the guy in the house should not come back!

In the early morning of the next day, Fu Qian received a handwritten manuscript with elegant handwriting, which was full of appreciation and value.

He recognized at a glance that it was Fang Guanyan's hard-to-find words.

"The young master went to bed as early as possible, and asked the villain to bring the things, and let the villain bring the words: the words are used to carry the Tao, and the exchange is to prosper the country. Because of being deceived by external forces, it is putting the cart before the horse."

In general, just one word: hair.

Fu Qian understood, looked at the exquisite manuscript and couldn't help laughing and cursing, "This house has always worshiped Duke Tang as a teacher, so how come this domineering temperament has not changed."

"If you know who it is, you dare to hide it..." he muttered.

Zhou Chengyi, who worked as a salted fish in the Eastern Palace, had no idea that he had a good night's sleep, but there was a lot of trouble in the "editorial department" because of him.

What he doesn't even know is that everyone thinks that his writing purpose is not pure, it is to fight for grievances, and he is indomitable.

This is probably the strange light in the eyes of the fish in the pot in the reading comprehension of the college entrance examination.

The original author called him an expert after reading it.

When Zhou Chengyao entered the palace with a haggard face and brought the good news, he saw that his good brother was eating, sleeping, and very energetic, and he was lying leisurely and comfortably on the rockery to enjoy the shade.

Zhou Chengyao, who tossed and turned sleeplessly all night: "..."

"Come down." He gritted his teeth and paused before saying, "Chang'an Bookstore has decided to publish your book, and gave a deposit, and the rest will be settled after the publication."

Zhou Chengyi turned the money bag upside down, opened it to look at the silver ingots and a cashier's voucher inside, and asked casually, "How much?"

"Not much, worth a hundred taels." Zhou Chengyao frowned and was not satisfied.

The palace said it was in short supply, which was equivalent to aristocratic families. Putting it among ordinary people, it could still cover more than their annual income.

Zhou Chengyao didn't know that the price was actually on the high side, it was too high, the steward of Chang'an Bookstore thought he heard it wrong, so he came to ask the owner himself.

The owner not only said that it was not a false report, but even had a lot of ambitions. "The workshop must not have a rest in the past few months. It can print as much as it can." Chang'an Bookstore has the largest printing workshop in the entire capital, and there are more than a hundred long-term workers working there.

The steward was so frightened that he couldn't hold his pen steady, so he quickly dissuaded him politely, "My lord, is this... is this a little impulsive?" No matter how big Chang'an City is, and no matter how many scholars there are, it can't be sold out!

The owner is full of confidence, "Don't worry, people have been sent to various states to contact bookstores. As long as this book is released, it will never sell!"

"Ah, ah..." The housekeeper wiped the fine cold sweat from his forehead.

Although Zhou Chengyao felt that the money was not much, he still believed in Fu Qian's character, and he said in relief, "Don't worry, Chang'an Bookstore has always had a good reputation, and I will definitely not do things like bullying customers. You are a newcomer. With works, the value will definitely rise.”

"Oh." Zhou Chengyi didn't know the price of goods in this era, and the original owner, a prince, was also unreal.He didn't take it seriously when he saw that the protagonists in costume dramas were always spending a lot of money with boldness.

"Brother, you can take the bill, and keep the silver. It's autumn recently, and the weather will gradually get colder. Chang Xia said that there is not much silver charcoal output this year, and the internal servant probably needs to take care of it." Zhou Chengyi explained. .

Zhou Chengyao felt very distressed. In previous years, wherever he needed to be taken care of, the internal servants and supervisors were the first ones sent by Baba to the East Palace.

"Take it all." Zhou Chengyao refused.

Zhou Chengyi didn't allow it, fearing that he wouldn't accept it, he laughed and said, "Brother, maybe something will happen later, I won't be able to get out, no matter how much money you have, it will only be cheaper for the Imperial Forest Army and the Twelve Prisoners, and you have to take care of one or two."

"So brother, eat and sleep well, and don't get sick." Zhou Chengyi looked at his unconcealed haggardness, and knew that he must have not had a good rest again.

Zhou Chengyao's eyes were sore, so he accepted it, and cursed with a smile, "You're worried about me even if you can't protect yourself."

The movement of rubbing Zhou Chengyi's head reveals unspeakable intimacy.

"Oh, by the way, before coming here, the little father-in-law asked me to talk to you."

Zhou Chengyi already knew that the owner behind Chang'an Bookstore was a prince, he nodded, "What does he want to say?"

Zhou Chengyao: "He said that the story is very well written, but there are too few. Can you write more and bind them together into a book, and the price can be set higher to reduce costs."

Zhou Chengyi: "...he reminded me to update before the serialization started, what kind of devil is he?"