I write novels in the East Palace

After the emperor restored Zhou Chengyi's crown prince, all the rare treasures that were seized and searched were returned to their original owners, and the emperor quietly added some things to them. It's a pity that Zhou Chengyi had no idea about these things and didn't even glance at them. People received it and went to the warehouse.

It was not until Fang Guanyan said that he wanted to play a role-playing game that Zhou Chengyi opened the storeroom for the first time, and found clothes of the same style as those in the painting, including jade pipes and imperial concubines.

He couldn't find the fox's tail, but he found the fox fur collar. He thought of the dog demon in a certain anime in the present world. He had an idea and put the collar on his shoulders and hung it all the way down to hide behind his back. When he walked, he shook it slightly, which really looked like a tail. .

Dressed up like this, Zhou Chengyi leaned back lazily, lowered his head and bit the pipe, opened his mouth to spit out a puff of white smoke, raised his neck to reveal his Adam's apple, glanced sideways, and smiled with a bit of evil spirit.

It is obviously different from the person in the painting, but suddenly it looks like the person in the painting has become a spirit.

"Come here." Zhou Chengyi's hoarse voice carried a bewitching smile.

Fang Guanyan's thoughts moved slightly, Yubai's fingers tightened, and he walked forward slowly, and then Zhou Chengyi sprayed cold white smoke on his face.

He paused, "Ice?"

"Yeah, after all, it's a bit hot in September." Zhou Chengyi said as he took out the palm-sized jade pot that was hidden behind him at some time, and the air-conditioning curled up. It was a whole pot of ice cubes that had melted.

"I see that Mr. Fang seems to be a little hot, do you want one?" Zhou Chengyi picked out one between his teeth and raised his chin as a gesture, and raised his brows provocatively.

Fang Guanyan knew that this person was trying to seduce him, and he didn't know what he was holding back. He paused, watching the white smoke gently spit out from Zhou Chengyi's mouth, and the ice cubes that were slightly melted by the heat condensed water droplets, and the red color was on the surface. Sweep it over.

Fang Guanyan couldn't help swallowing, even though he knew Zhou Chengyi was deliberately teasing him, he willingly lowered his head.

The fight between you and me has been fierce from the very beginning, and it has directly aroused the anger of both sides. Even the atmosphere is too anxious, forcing people to breathe quickly and unsteadily, the heat is rising, and the ice bucket in the corner makes a "click" With a sound, a layer of cold water melted.

The two looked at each other and calmed down for a while, Fang Guanyan stretched out Yubai's fingers and took out two pieces of ice from the jade pot, and put the ice into his mouth at a distance almost touching Zhou Chengyi.

Zhou Chengyi raised his head to move closer, but Fang Guanyan sat up straight instead, and put his hands on his chest to separate the two of them. He clearly had an unattainable face, but the watery light in his eyes shone It's an unbearable attraction.

"I eat ice, what are you going to do?" Fang Guanyan looked completely innocent.

Zhou Chengyi laughed, he didn't hold back the aggression in his eyes at all, his eyes were so explicit that it almost turned into a pair of hands.

He grabbed Fang Guanyan Yubai's fingers and lowered his head to kiss him, but his eyes kept falling on him, and he replied, "That Mr. Fang must not freeze his hands when he eats ice. Such beautiful hands can hold a pen." Writing poems and painting can also make people relieve loneliness—if it hurts somewhere, I will feel sorry for it for a while.”

Zhou Chengyi deliberately prolonged the word "loneliness", and immediately asked Fang Guanyan to open the door of memory, blushing uncontrollably.

He glanced down unconsciously, subconsciously wanting to step back.

"Hiss." Zhou Chengyi gasped, Fang Guanyan felt something, and his neck turned red.

"Don't help me?" Zhou Chengyi touched his finger sideways, meaning something, his brows and eyes were slightly lowered, and he silently rubbed his cheek against Fang Guanyan's finger.

Fang Guanyan curled up his fingers unbearably, finally couldn't stand his procrastination, nodded and withdrew his hand.

Afterwards, of course, there was another nonsense, Chang Xia came to ask about dinner, and when he heard the movement at the door, he turned and walked back almost without a pause, and took away Lin Dong who was on duty by the way.

Congratulations to Lin Dong for finally not asking why this time.

A hearty confrontation ended, Fang Guanyan couldn't open his tired eyelids, and fell asleep in the blanket, Zhou Chengyi asked someone to come in for a new ice bucket, called for water, and cleaned everything up, it was already late at night Ten, even Lin Dong yawned.

Zhou Chengyi, however, was very energetic. He put on the robe that had been tortured on the bed, and went to the study lightly.

As the saying goes, googling is good for a while, rushing to the crematorium.

Although Zhou Chengyi has disappeared, Zhaojialou's "Chang'an Chao Bao" has been publishing all the time, and his manuscripts are almost exhausted. Looking at the publication of the new issue, it just ends the Shaolin Temple part.

He went out of the palace a few days ago and asked someone to go to the post station to pick up the letter package. The reminder letter from Zhaojialou was sent out from the deadline to once a day, and there were a dozen of them piled up. The tone of the editor was so earnest. I'm about to go to the government to report her missing.

However, Zhou Chengyi was busy cultivating a relationship with Fang Guanyan at that time, and he didn't think of filling in the hole until this time.

He dug out the outline he had written before, familiarized himself with it again, boldly did not make a detailed outline, and wrote it down.

Baihualou Pirates Treasure is the fourth story of "The Rivers and Lakes Are My Legend", which can be regarded as the climax of the whole article. From here on, it gradually overlaps with the timeline of the prologue, and this volume does not focus on deciphering the first three volumes. , Zhu Xiaoxiao's theme is simply to play tricks—that is, the stage where the protagonist's strength is displayed.

What this volume wants is the sense of compactness between the lines, to reflect the feeling of Baihualou that all efforts are in vain, and it is used to praise Xie Chunfeng's extraordinary kung fu.

As the hometown of the assassin, Baihualou can stand upright in the rivers and lakes. Naturally, it cannot be a simple place, but Xie Chunfeng can come and go freely, turning everyone around.

Of course, writing from Xie Chunfeng's own perspective is not really easy, but it's okay, the more dangerous the situation is, the more exciting it is, and it can make people feel more refreshed after completion.

Zhou Chengyi tightened up his usual writing rhythm in this article, because of the compact plot points, the whole story created a sense of intensity.

Break through the trap city first, and then enter the abyss of death. Obviously the treasure is close at hand, but he diverts to the training ground to slaughter the Baihua Bang, forcing the owner of the Baihua Building to show up and want to take his life, but Xie Chunfeng uses it instead.

Xie Chunfeng not only retreated from the treasure, but also recited a poem from Baihualou, "When the flowers bloom, the flowers will kill, and the city will be full of golden armor", which directly lost the face of the number one assassin in the world. Step on the ground.

So there was a prologue hunting order, which also laid the groundwork for the follow-up Red Dock plot.

Zhou Chengyi didn't have time to save the manuscript this time. He wrote the tens of thousands of characters until the sun was up, rubbed his sore wrist, roughly checked the typos on the manuscript, and directly took a pen to correct it on the manuscript, and then sealed it. Asked Lin Dong to run to the post station.

It's not that Zhou Chengyi didn't transcribe it, but that "Chang'an Chaobao" is really urgent, and it will start typesetting and printing this afternoon.

Zhaojialou is an official one, and its main business is still news. Publishing novels is just an attempt at the moment. Naturally, it is impossible to add additional issues and redo the catalog just to publish his manuscripts like Chang'an Bookstore.

Not to mention whether his articles could be as good as this, but he was favored. The funds of the Zhao family building were taken from the emperor's private treasury, and it was impossible for the supervisor of ceremonies to approve this "ridiculous" thing.

Also sent out was the first half of "Undercover".

Zhou Chengyi was worried about the risk of exposure. Although he used the pseudonym of an ordinary little genius, he didn't plan to vote for his old club Zhaojialou, but chose one of the only two left in the four major bookstores in Chang'an.

It's not that Zhou Chengyi doesn't want to choose, but he found that these two have no obvious special style. The only thing we can know is that these two are headed by Chang'an Bookstore. Fu Qian has no intention of monopolizing the publishing industry, so he doesn't pursue the market. Chasing the wind, the ones exposed by his fingertips are enough to feed the two families.

The subject matter of the article "Undercover" is a bit off topic. At least Zhou Chengyi has not seen this type of manuscript on the market so far. He thinks it may still spark some sparks, so there is no such thing as worrying about being rejected like before. of.

But this manuscript was killed.

Around mid-September, Zhou Chengyi received the package. He thought that the company had produced a sample booklet so quickly, but when he opened it, he found that his manuscript was returned intact, with an apology inside. letter.

The letter was the first editor to receive this manuscript, so it can be said that it was written by the responsible editor.

In the letter, the editor stated that he had carefully read the manuscript and liked it very much. He had already applied to queue up to publish the book, but unexpectedly, he was rejected by the editor-in-chief because there was no such subject matter in the market.

"In today's world, you have to keep up with the pace and don't fall behind. Otherwise, you won't even be able to eat leftovers, and you can only drink northwest wind. That's what he said. I don't agree with this statement. Chang'an Bookstore can start, It never relies on following the wind direction, but leading the wind direction.”

"When martial arts were in power, he did the opposite and promoted "Fox Dream" which was a book about ghosts and strange tales. This book is novel and has a unique style of writing. However, he published the fourth son's "Poor Scholar Farming", which directly pushed this article to the peak. In the future, it will be difficult for this type of novel to get rid of its framework; The Xinghai Liu extracted from the book of the fourth son."

"Eating and drinking enough to follow the trend is enough. To break through the bottleneck is a desperate attempt. If you don't take a step forward, you will never make progress."

The editor described the matter very clearly in the letter, and testified and discussed it with evidence. It is conceivable how speechless he is on this matter.

In the end, he wrote: "Your manuscript was rejected, but I was delighted. It fell into our hands, and I was afraid it would be buried. If you want to submit it again, you might as well try Chang'an Bookstore. Mr. Fu has never been stingy about exploring and innovating. "

It turned out to be a proposal to let Zhou Chengyi contribute to Fu Qian.

Zhou Chengyi: "..."

He decided to try delivery to another company, and this time the result was much faster than last time, and it was almost rejected in seconds.

Zhou Chengyi held the manuscript up and down, and felt very uncomfortable for a while, even writing the manuscript could not make him forget about it.

Fang Guanyan had been watching him quietly for a long time from the opposite side. Seeing his entangled expression, he still asked, "What's wrong? Could it be that the draft of "Undercover" didn't go well?"

"No, I don't want the two bookstores I sent, saying that the subject matter is too niche, and the bookstore has to bear the risk." Zhou Chengyi pressed his eyebrows, and suddenly realized, "How do you know it's "Undercover"?"

Although he didn't deliberately hide it, and thought of finding an opportunity to tell it later, but he didn't say it openly. How could Fang Guanyan even know his literary name?

Fang Guanyan fell silent, not knowing whether he should say that he saw it when he was in the Hongmeng Sect, or pretend to be stupid and pretend that he saw it on the desk by accident. After all, they share the same study these days, so it is inevitable to see something of.

However, his short silence has already made Zhou Chengyi see the clue, "Did you already know...it's me?"

He omitted the name in the middle, Fang Guanyan decided to give face to the object, so he spit out another pseudonym, "Chang'an Real Estate?"

"..." Zhou Chengyi's pupils trembled, and he lost his voice, "When did you know this? Is there any pseudonym you don't know about me?"

Fang Guanyan let out an "ah" and honestly reported Zhou Chengyi's five existing pseudonyms.

Zhou Chengyi was in a daze for a moment, and finally realized, "So I was actually running naked in front of you?"

Fang Guanyan comforted him, "Actually, Mr. has hidden it very well, and I only discovered it by accident."

"How coincidental?" Zhou Chengyi asked persistently.

In Fang Guanyan's stuck silence, Zhou Chengyi understood the water content of this "accident".

"I'm so easy to be recognized?" Zhou Chengyi was still a little unwilling, "Even if I changed so many fonts, it still doesn't work?"

Fang Guanyan carefully considered his words, so as not to hurt the fragile little heart of the writer whose vest has all been lost. He said very euphemistically, "It's just that I have read every article of yours more than three times. Regarding your little penchant for writing, your style of writing They are all very familiar, plus we are close, so we will recognize it naturally."

"Don't worry, even if the Fourth Young Master is you, there are very few people who know about it."

Zhou Chengyi paused and asked, "Does Fu Qian know?"

"...I know." Fang Guanyan didn't expect that he would ask the only insider among his friends when he asked, and admitted his mistake, "That day my father came to me to ask who the Fourth Young Master was. Although I said I didn't know, but However, the hexagrams can't deceive anyone, my father doesn't know the meaning of the hexagrams, Fu Qian talked with the master all night, even if he doesn't have the ability to calculate the hexagrams, he can deduce it."

"He was next to me at the time, if I acted agitated, it would have exposed the clues."

Zhou Chengyi closed his eyes and accepted that he was already running naked. He borrowed a vest in his heart to put it on, and replied, "I don't blame you. The Fourth Young Master will be taken down sooner or later, so don't worry too much about it."

The emperor blasted him out casually, Zhou Chengyi felt that this pseudonym, like Zhige, had become a transparent card for the audience, and it was not surprising.

He was just a little distressed, "As you said, I don't know what to do." According to what Fang Guanyan said, all the characteristics in his current essays have been seen by others and can be easily recognized.

At that time, even if Zhou Chengyi puts on another vest, it will be invalid.

Fang Guanyan said with a thought, "No, let me copy and revise the manuscript for you?"

The author has something to say: I went shopping in the supermarket today, but I was delayed because I forgot to take a tissue, so I only have [-] words today.

I was going to add more updates today, but now I’m sleepy, so let’s save it until tomorrow.

Let me tell you, I want Riwan tomorrow!

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