Lord, I will write novels to support you

"Yes!" Ye Zi agreed, turning the piece of paper over and over again, "This is the first time I've seen a leaflet promoting a novel."

The leaflets she received on the street before were all denouncing a bad corrupt official, criticizing a certain new law, or pleading for an explanation for an unjust, false or wrongly decided case. This was the first time she had seen such an unscrupulous leaflet.

Tang Ke: "Just copy it out according to the above, and give you [-] Wen for every [-] copies, is that enough?"

"What? Is there still money to take? One hundred twenty-cent coins?" Ye Zi stared at Tang Ke with rounded eyes, "Brother Xiao Ke, have you made a fortune? No one will ever forget the wealth!"

"Send a piece of shit money," Tang Ke waved his hand, "I might lose my job in two days."

"What's wrong? Did you get into trouble?" Ye Zi blinked.

"Don't talk nonsense, just be careful to recruit the policemen who are patrolling next to you." Tang Ke glanced at the two policemen drinking tea by the side of the road, and then looked back at Ye Zi, "How about it, can you? Whether I can turn around this wave depends entirely on you gone."

"Don't worry, leave it to me." Ye Zi assured, patted her chest.

Tang Ke came out of Drunken Spring Breeze, walked around a few streets, ran through the shops of the book fans he knew, sent the beginnings of the newly published novels one by one, and shared his affairs in the bookstore with those old fans. Speak, ask for help.

The earliest book fans who would line up at the back door of Prince Jing's Mansion to buy his books, although they cursed every time they bought books, and would fight with Tang Ke every few days, they really loved Tang Ke's writing and cherished his talent.

Knowing that Tang Ke is in trouble now, everyone stood up immediately, and everyone agreed.

When Tang Ke came out of the last steamed stuffed bun shop, he looked up at the cool moonlight, his heart warmed, and his eye sockets felt a little hot.

He restrained his thoughts, let out a long sigh of relief, and thought of Boss Geng, "Oh no!"

He forgot the person in the bookstore, and the bookstore closed early.

Tang Ke rushed back to the bookstore in a panic, only to see that the buildings occupying the entire street were pitch black, only a few lanterns on both sides of the street were shining faintly.

Tang Ke saw a thin figure sitting on the stone steps in front of the bookstore at a glance. The dim light and the pale moonlight shone on the man, coating his shoulders with a layer of silver, and the ends of his hair were dyed with coolness.

Perhaps it was because the light was too dark to read clearly, and the little booklet was spread out beside him. After waiting for too long, it was really boring, so Zhu Wenzhen lowered his head stupidly and stroked the pair of cat ears on the small pink mask .

Tang Ke caught up in two steps, came to Zhu Wenzhen, his throat rolled, "Boss Geng, I'm sorry..."

Seeing Tang Ke approaching, Zhu Wenzhen's originally slack pupils instantly became radiant, and a smile appeared on his face, his eyebrows and eyes curved into a crescent shape, "Xiao Ke, are you back?"

Tang Ke didn't receive the expected scolding, and was a little at a loss for a moment. He stood there for a moment, paused, looked at the other person's pale face and flushed nose, "It's cold in the night, why are you just sitting on the ground like this?"

Zhu Wenzhen looked up at Tang Ke, smiled lightly and said nothing.

Tang Ke took off the cloak, wanted to put it on the other party, stretched out his hand in the air, thought of something, paused, the clothes could not be handed out no matter what.

Zhu Wenzhen directly raised his hand and took the cloak out of Tang Ke's hand, put it on himself, and said "thank you" in a low voice, the cloak carried the warmth of Tang Ke's body, spreading around Zhu Wenzhen through the clothes.

Tang Ke's brows and eyes half covered under the black mask stretched out, the corners of his lips curled up, and he stretched out his hand to Zhu Wenzhen, "Go, I'll take you back."

Zhu Wenzhen put his hand in his palm, and his heart missed half a beat when his hand was grabbed.

Tang Ke's palm had calluses from sword practice, and Zhu Wenzhen could feel the rough and warm skin rubbing against his cold fingertips, as if scratching his heart.

Zhu Wenzhen sat for too long, and was pulled up, his legs were numb, and when he got up, he lost his center of gravity and fell towards Tang Ke's chest.

This time Tang Ke didn't hide, he directly hugged the person and looked down at the person in his arms.

Zhu Wenzhen put his hands on Tang Ke's chest, his thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and was covered with a layer of hoarfrost by the moonlight, revealing a fragile beauty.

Tang Ke was dazed for a moment, and raised his hand to wipe the dew on his eyelashes. When his fingertips were about to touch him, he withdrew his hand like an electric shock, his eyes dimmed, and he let go of him. "Let's go."

Tang Ke went around to the stables to pull the horse out, hugged Zhu Wenzhen onto the horse, and sat on the back by himself. Before leaving, he said: "If this happens again next time, Boss Geng doesn't have to wait for me. It's dark here at night. People are not safe."

"En." Zhu Wenzhen nodded, supported Tang Ke's tight forearm, and leaned gently towards him without showing any trace.

Geng Xiaobo hid in the corner and watched the two go away, sighed, shook his head, and turned to catch the carriage.

When he was waiting for someone just now, he persuaded his prince many times, saying that it was cold outside and let him wait in the carriage, but the prince killed himself and wanted to sit at the door of the bookstore and wait.

Just sit at the door of the bookstore and wait, and don't let him stay by your side.

Just don't let him stay by your side, and let him park the carriage far away so that no one can see it.

Originally, he wondered where the prince was making trouble.

Now looking at the figure of the two riding together and galloping under the moonlight, Geng Xiaobo was stunned.

His prince's method of throwing himself into his arms really impressed him.

In the early morning of the next day, Ye Zi led more than a dozen partners, each holding a stack of leaflets copied the night before. Before the bookstore opened, they squatted at the door early and began to distribute leaflets to passers-by, yelling constantly.

When Guo Xiucai rushed to work, he heard the unpleasant yelling from a distance, and prepared to bypass the front door and enter through the back door with a look of disdain.

Ye Zi refused to let go of every passerby she saw, and blocked Guo Xiucai directly, and stuffed a leaflet into his hand: "Don't miss it when you pass by!"

Guo Xiucai frowned tightly, and the look of disdain on his face became heavier. He was about to crumble the flyer into a ball and throw it away, when he raised his eyes to see Ye Zi's appearance, his expression changed instantly, "This girl, your surname is Fangling How many, can you betrothed to someone else?"

Hey, what the hell?

Ye Zi shivered, "Who are you, what does it matter to you?"

Guo Xiucai smiled all over his face, straightened his clothes, raised his palm and trimmed his hair, and turned his face at a 45-degree angle to the other party, "Your true son is right in front of you, haven't you recognized him yet?"

Ye Zi wrinkled his face and looked at Guo Xiucai for a moment, "I'm trying to lose weight, stay away from me, I'm getting oily." Turning around, she continued to distribute leaflets.

Guo Xiucai raised his hand to call her, and chased after her. Just after taking two steps, his arms were bound, and he grinned in pain.

Tang Ke stood beside him, "What are you doing, in broad daylight, do you want to show your face?"

"Brother Xiao Ke!" Seeing Tang Ke, Ye Zi came over immediately.

Tang Ke smiled at her: "Come here so early? And bring so many people? Yes."

Ye Zi looked proud: "When you pass this test, you have to thank me well, right?"

Tang Ke responded with a smile, and thanked Ye Zi repeatedly, preventing Guo Xiucai from doing bad things, so he pulled him into the bookstore.

Guo Xiucai entered the gate and shook his hand away, snorting coldly: "Can't win and afford to lose? Is it just using these dirty tricks?"

Tang Ke smiled at him, but his eyes were cold, "I warn you, be careful with what you say."

When Tang Ke didn't deliberately restrain himself, the murderous aura around him would be very heavy, and at this moment, Guo Xiucai was oppressed to dodge his eyes and lower his head.

Guo Xiucai glanced at the few people with leaflets outside, and couldn't help snorting again, "Do you think this little trick can increase sales? Don't dream, most customers even know where the novels of the Customs Department are, because I won’t take it seriously to save face.”

Tang Ke said disapprovingly: "You also know that it's because of face that you don't buy it, and it's not because you don't want to see it?"

Guo Xiucai squinted and sneered, "What's the difference? Anyway, the result is the same. If your article can't be sold, it will be liquidated at the meeting in five days!" After saying that, he flung his sleeves and went upstairs.