Lord, I will write novels to support you

The sky was slightly bright, and there were still a few stars hanging in the far sky. There was already a long queue at the Luogu Alley behind King Jing's Mansion.

A tall, strong man wearing a black cloak and a hood covering his face drove a wheelbarrow to the front of the line.

The trolley is full of small hand-copied books, and there is a notice board next to it. The most eye-catching line on the notice board reads: [Today’s novel update, ten cents a book, bring your own change, no change]

The line immediately became agitated, and the people at the back rushed forward impatiently, and were reprimanded loudly by the people at the front.

The man in the black cloak cleared his throat, raised his hand and said, "There are enough copies for today's update, everyone, don't panic, come one by one."

Hearing that the number of copies is enough, the team lined up again.

The few people in the front row received the brochure, squatting impatiently in the corner to look through it, while the people in the queue at the back stretched their necks and cast envious eyes.

When we got to the second half of the queue, the first few people had already finished reading, rushed to the stall owner angrily, waved the booklet and said, "That's it? This is too little update, right? Are you lonely after reading it? Get your money back." !"

The stall owner calmly pushed the person away, pointed to the notice board on the cart stand and said: "The rules are all written on it, and the books will not be returned or exchanged after leaving the stall."

Although the few people who came to find an explanation were dissatisfied, they didn't dare to quarrel with the stall owner. After all, they would continue to chase after future updates, so they had to stop in embarrassment, but they still shouted at the people behind in line unwillingly: " There are very few updates today, there is no need to buy them, if you want to see them, just look at what we bought."

The stall owner was so openly provoked, he didn't panic at all, raised his fist and coughed twice, and announced loudly: "In the next update, the relationship between the two protagonists will have a major development, and the ambiguity will escalate, but You must purchase this update before you are allowed to purchase the next part. Do not skip chapters to purchase, thank you for your cooperation."

"When was this the rule? Why didn't you see it on the notice board?"

The stall owner unhurriedly took out a pen from his pocket, and added a sentence "No skipping the purchase" at the bottom of the notice board. He turned his head, showing a mouthful of white teeth under his cloak, and said with a grin, "See now?"

"You are an overlord's clause, we don't recognize it!"

"Yeah, aren't you buying and selling by force?"

"Hey," the stall owner straightened his clothes, puffed out his chest, and put on a domineering attitude of "I will eat you", "This is called bundled sales. If you don't want to buy it, you just don't want to buy it. If you leave the alley, turn right and don't give it away. Thank you." .”

Everyone was still swearing, but their bodies were very honest. They stepped forward and threw copper coins, and quickly snatched all the books on the car stall.

In the study room of the palace across the wall, Jing Wang Zhu Wenzhen was clutching the latest booklet on sale, but seeing the title of the novel "The Merry Prince and the Beautiful Prince" had a headache, and then opened the little book, and saw the contents. Trembling all over with anger, furious, he slapped the book on the desk.

"Is this for sale today?" Zhu Wenzhen's deep brows and eyes were as cold as ice.

His personal attendant, Geng Xiaobo, knelt on one knee and clasped his fists with both hands, replied "Yes", and then hesitated to speak.

Zhu Wenzhen glanced at him coldly, and said in a deep voice, "Speak up if you have something to say."

Geng Xiaobo didn't dare to hide it, and replied: "I heard from the servant who bought the book that the stall owner said that the next update will be..."

"Say!"

"The content of the next update...the prince and the prince will have a major emotional development, and the ambiguity will escalate."

boom--!

Before Geng Xiaobo finished speaking, Zhu Wenzhen had already turned over the desk, and the brushes, inkstones and inkstones were scattered all over the place.

Geng Xiaobo kept his eyes on his nose, his nose and his heart, and knelt respectfully, not daring to show his breath.

"Have you found where that person lives?" Zhu Wenzhen's cold voice sounded again.

Geng Xiaobo lowered his voice: "Shang, still investigating..."

The laws of the Jin Dynasty strongly protected the people's freedom of speech. Even if you are a prince, duke, or relative, you must not trouble ordinary people with your speech or text content, not to mention that this novel clearly states that it is "purely fictional."

Therefore, even though Zhu Wenzhen was King Jing, he couldn't find a suitable charge, and he couldn't openly arrest the daring book vendor for questioning. Find other reasons to punish the other party.

However, the stall owner’s writing is not serious, but he is very cautious. He never shows his face when selling books, and closes the stall immediately every time the novel is sold, and never stays in the alley for an extra moment.

What is even more infuriating is that the owner of this stall is very skilled and knows anti-tracking skills. King Jing's mansion sent dozens of people to follow them, but they all lost them halfway. So far, they have not been found. where people live.

"A bunch of trash!"

Zhu Wenzhen scolded with a sullen face, his clear and handsome face was covered with haze.

Outside the courtyard of the palace, Tang Ke successfully sold out today's novel update, dismissed a few customers who couldn't buy the book, took off the notice board and folded it, and began to tidy up the empty book stalls.

A pair of exquisite boots appeared in sight.

Tang Ke waved his hand without raising his head: "Today's update is sold out, guest officer, please come early in three days."

Before Tang Ke could finish his sentence, a gold ingot was handed to him brightly, almost blinding his dog's eyes.

"You will update the next chapter, and I will take care of it all."

A voice as cold as a mountain stream came from above his head.

Tang Ke looked up, and through the black cloth on the hood of the cloak, he saw Zhang's extremely handsome face. On that face, a pair of dewy almond eyes raised a slightly seductive arc, and he was staring closely at the shadow hidden under his cloak. half face to see.

Tang Ke suddenly felt hot on his face, raised his hand and pulled down his hood, cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "As a writer, my purpose is to let more people see the content I create, and to pay more attention to it." It is disseminating and conveying the inner spirit of the novel, not making money itself. You want to take a piece of gold to cover my later updates, and cut off my publicity channels, which obviously violates my original intention of writing. So..."

The man on the opposite side slightly raised his long eyebrows: "So what?"

"So, you have to pay more."

In fact, such words as adding money were just thrown out by Tang Ke to test the opponent's bottom line.

This is an ingot of gold in front of him now!

He sells an update for ten cents, and one ingot of gold is enough to buy him a thousand updates. With the sales volume of his novels now, not to mention the latest chapter, it is more than enough to cover the next ten chapters of his update.

Tang Ke's so-called extra money is really just talking.

As the saying goes, if you lose, you don't lose. If you speak harsh words first, the opposite party will suffer from the literati's lofty tricks, and then become a long-term customer to support them. Wouldn't it be beautiful.

Even if the other party turned against him, it would be fine if he softened his attitude and admitted his mistake.

Here, Tang Ke was thinking a lot, when he saw the handsome man opposite him with his eyebrows twitched together. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Okay, how much more? Is ten ingots enough?"

"...?!"

Tang Ke was choked by his own saliva, coughed for a long time, and couldn't believe his ears: "Ten ingots...gold?"

"Well," the man on the opposite side nodded solemnly, and really took off the entire purse at his waist, and handed it to Tang Ke, "If it's not enough, I can add more, but I only have ten ingots with me, and if I want to add more, I need more money." You have to come back with me to get—”

"—Only ten ingots! Deal!"

Before the man finished speaking, Tang Ke snatched his money bag impatiently, opened it again, took out the gold ingot and took a bite out of it.

Looking at the yellow gold grain on his fingertips, Tang Ke thought to himself, this is actually a fool with a lot of money. If such a treasure comes to your door, you must hold on to it firmly.

Then the man's cold voice sounded again: "How can I pick up the goods? Can you tell me your address? I'll order someone to pick it up."

Tang Ke waved his hand vigilantly: "It's inconvenient to tell me the address, I've written it and sent it to your house, just tell me your address."

"Okay, I'm at Luming Mountain Villa on the outskirts of the city."

When Tang Ke heard it, the alarm bells rang in his heart.

The small house he lives in is on the outskirts of the city, and it just happens to be next to Luming Mountain Villa.

And who is the master behind Luming Villa, he is also very clear.

"Are you from King Jing's Mansion?" Tang Ke stared into the eyes of the man opposite through the hood, thinking of the group of hidden guards who had been watching both sides of Luogu Lane these days, "Would it be King Jing who sent me again?" Is it troublesome?"

"No," the man replied bluntly, "I really like Mr.'s novel, so I want to buy it."

"Really?" Tang Ke looked at him suspiciously, "What's your name? What do you do in the palace? How much is your monthly salary?"

"My Geng Chunhuai, the manager of Luming Villa, monthly salary... sorry for the inconvenience."

Tang Ke rubbed his chin, thinking in his heart.

He had inquired before that the steward of Luming Villa was indeed called Geng Chunhuai. He was said to be 38 years old, and the man in front of him looked to be in his early twenties, but most of the rich people were well-maintained, and it was not unusual for them to look young.

The steward of the Wangfu Zhuangzi is indeed a rich master, and it makes sense to spend a lot of money.

Tang Ke was still thinking, and heard Geng Chunhuai ask: "Sir, do you have any questions?"

Tang Ke waved his hand, "Just call me Xiao Ke," Xiao Ke's pseudonym, "Who is the hero of my novel, don't you know?"

"Naturally know."

"You read this kind of book, your master doesn't care?"

"Prince Jing is reasonable and open-minded, no matter what."

Tang Ke smirked, and said that this open-minded prince is now sending people to guard his bookstall every day, waiting to arrest him.

"Since I'm going to Zhuangzi to deliver goods, I hope that Mr. Xiao Ke will take off the cloak and show me his appearance, so that I can connect with you."

As Geng Chunhuai said, he stretched out his hand to pull Tang Ke's black hood.

But just as his hand was about to touch the brim of the hat, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing towards his fingertips, and he unconsciously leaned to one side. When he regained his footing and turned back, Tang Ke had already stood three steps behind him.

Geng Chunhuai's expression froze, and he thought that with such a quick move and such deep internal strength, this person is much more difficult to deal with than he expected.

Tang Ke was already pushing the wheelbarrow out of the alley with a playful smile, and shouted to Geng Chunhuai: "I will go to your village to deliver the goods early in the morning in three days. Others can't learn my handwriting. Boss Geng, don't worry about admitting the wrong person." .”

Geng Chunhuai watched Tang Ke's figure disappear into the alley, his brows and eyes suddenly darkened.

Geng Xiaobo came out from the dark, and after making sure that there was no one around, only a few guards he had placed in the streets and alleys, he stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Zhu Wenzhen who was dressed as "Geng Chunhuai", "My lord, what should I do? "

Zhu Wenzhen said coldly: "Take out a group of the most elite secret guards from the palace and guard them in Luming Mountain Villa. I want to see how he will fly out of my palm three days later!"

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