Lord, I will write novels to support you

Looking at his brother's deep eyebrows and eyes suddenly turning cold, the smile on Zhu Wenqi's lips subsided, "Brother Xiangjun is so strange, it's not that you want to punish that person, so I said it according to your wishes? "

"Since you don't want to, then I don't care, why get angry?"

Seeing that his brother was silent, Zhu Wenqi looked at him bluntly, and said again: "Don't worry, I am the prince now, how can I care about like a commoner."

"What's more, I like that novel very much, and I'm still waiting for an update. If the author disappears one day, I will feel sorry."

Zhu Wenzhen still didn't talk to him, he just looked at his younger brother, trying to see the truth of his words from his expression, but in the end he found nothing.

He's never been good at reading words.

The two walked to the side of the carriage, Zhu Wenqi bid farewell to Zhu Wenzhen, and asked casually: "Elder brother Xiangjun rarely returns to the city, after I visit Elder Jige later today, can I come to your house to see you?"

"No," Zhu Wenzhen naturally refused, "I'm about to leave King Jing's Mansion, unfortunately."

"Oh? Where are you going? Luming Villa?"

Zhu Wenzhen squinted his eyes and looked at his brother suddenly when he heard the words, paused for a moment and said, "Where am I going, do I need to report to you?"

Zhu Wenqi chuckled and shook his head: "Of course not. I just care about my brother, so I asked casually. If you don't want to answer, just don't answer." After speaking, he took a step back and watched Zhu Wenzhen's carriage leave, Fang slowly shook his head and sighed , turned around and returned to Jifu.

Tang Ke still stayed up all night to finish writing the sweet update of the third edition.

The sales volume of his novels has skyrocketed recently, and it already took two days to hand-copy and bind the books. If Boss Geng's special needs are not completed soon, I'm afraid it will be delayed again.

Coupled with the thirty ingot deposit in his hand, he was really uneasy, so he could only grit his teeth and rush to finish writing.

Before the sun set, he came to Luming Mountain Villa. Seeing that the doors and windows of the study room were closed, he sat alone on the roof to watch the sunset.

He waited until the night fell, but Zhu Wenzhen hadn't arrived yet.

Tang Ke was lying on the ridge of the roof with his legs crossed, his arms propped behind his head, looking at the moon, thinking of Boss Geng's peach-like white and rosy appearance when he read his novels.

The corners of his lips curled up unconsciously, and after a while the smile was suppressed by himself, replaced by a soft sigh.

The sound of porcelain breaking came from the courtyard, followed by the sound of kneeling and begging for mercy and cursing.

Tang Ke turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a father-in-law beating and scolding a court lady.

Tang Ke squinted his eyes, sat up suddenly, and stared closely at the arm that fell from the back of the court lady.

Although the opponent tried his best to restrain and restrain his beating methods, Tang Ke still keenly saw that he had kung fu on him, and that kung fu was from the same school as the group of people who assassinated him in the grove in front of the Yuelai teahouse.

In his spare time these days, Tang Ke searched almost all the training grounds inside and outside the capital that might train the dead guards, but he still couldn't find any clues.

Tang Ke restrained his breath, got up in an instant, and was about to chase in the direction of the father-in-law station, when he heard someone shouting "Xiao Ke" behind him.

Tang Ke's footsteps faltered, and he turned his head to see Zhu Wenzhen standing in the middle of the yard, tightly wrapped in a fox fur cloak, with only one head exposed looking up at Tang Ke, with a deep smile on his face, his eyebrows and eyes bent into crescent shapes .

Tang Ke smiled at him, and jumped in front of him, "Just came back?"

Zhu Wenzhen nodded vigorously: "Some things were delayed during the day, so I came back late. Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Tang Ke shook his head and lied casually: "I just arrived too."

"Come!"

Zhu Wenzhen stepped forward to pull Tang Ke's arm, Tang Ke wanted to withdraw his hand again, but this time Zhu Wenzhen took a step forward and insisted on holding his arm. Although he didn't have much strength, Tang Ke didn't break free and let him pull He led himself to the hexagonal stone table in the middle of the yard.

The table was already filled with dried fruits, snacks and drinks, a lamp was placed at the corner of each table, and several floor lamps were placed beside the stone bench.

"It's uncomfortable for you to go to my study. The moon is shining tonight, so we can read the text in this yard, okay?" Zhu Wenzhen took Tang Ke's arm, stood by the table, tilted his head slightly and smiled at him.

Zhu Wenzhen's black and white pupils glistened with water, illuminated by the moonlight lamp, adding more brilliance, which fell a little in Tang Ke's eyes, dyeing Tang Ke's originally gloomy eyes with a smile.

Tang Ke nodded lightly, "Boss Geng likes it as long as he likes it."

Zhu Wenzhen pulled Tang Ke to sit down, and pushed the wine glass to him, "You often go to Drunk Spring Breeze to drink wine, I think you like wine, this is brewed by ourselves in our village, can you try it? "

Tang Ke couldn't refuse, so he took the wine glass and looked at Zhu Wenzhen. Zhu Wenzhen smiled and toasted to drink with him.

Tang Ke drank the wine in one gulp, the taste was sweet, clear, smooth and not sticky in the throat, it was better than the spring breeze drunk.

"How?" Zhu Wenzhen moved closer to Tang Ke.

Tang Ke nodded and said seriously, "Well, it's delicious."

Zhu Wenzhen laughed again, "Then you can drink more, we still have a lot of wine in the wine cellar in this village. When do you want to drink, come to me and ask for it."

Tang Ke smiled and said nothing, took out three small books and handed them to Zhu Wenzhen.

Zhu Wenzhen accepted it readily, and looked through it carefully.

Tang Ke sat quietly at the side, looking at Zhu Wenzhen's fair side face with a slight blush through the hood.

Zhu Wenzhen read it once, and then read it again from the beginning, and then slowly raised his head, "Xiao Ke, I like all three editions, this edition is even more special, only one, the crown prince's name for Lord Jing is not quite right. .”

"Really," Tang Ke chuckled, "What should it be called?"

Zhu Wenzhen smiled: "My lord's small character is Xiangjun. These two people are private, the prince should be called Xiangjun." As he said, he picked up the pen that he had prepared at the table in advance, and added the word "Xiangjun" on it. Between the lines, a horizontal line was drawn under a few sentences.

Seeing his serious appearance, Tang Ke smiled helplessly.

He thought to himself, the prince's fine print should be a big taboo, how can he casually tell ordinary people, if your master knows that you are like this, he can't question you.

"I've written down this title. I will use it in the version written to Boss Geng in the future. The version sold outside will still use the original name."

Zhu Wenzhen nodded: "Very good." Handed the book back to Tang Ke.

Tang Ke followed the pamphlet, not knowing why, "What's wrong?"

Zhu Wenzhen smiled even more, "Xiao Ke, I want to hear you read the words I circled, and read them with your love for King Jing."

"Cough cough cough..."

Tang Ke blushed, wondering why Boss Geng's strange hobbies have been upgraded again... and he started role-playing?Isn't this embarrassing me, Fat Tiger?

Tang Ke smiled stiffly, "Geng, Boss Geng, I can only write, not act..."