Lord, I will write novels to support you

"Listen to my explanation!"

When Tang Ke said this, his voice was a little split.

He himself was taken aback by his rising tail note.

What's the matter with this thick scumbag's repentant tone?

Tang Ke swallowed, and was about to adjust his tone to be more serious, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Boss Geng's pretty eyebrows stretched a little.

Geng boss actually eat this set?

Zhu Wenzhen raised his jaw slightly, and gestured to Tang Ke with his eyes: "Then explain it."

Tang Ke licked his dry lips, paused for a long time, and then smiled awkwardly: "Excuse me, explain what?"

Zhu Wenzhen frowned deeply again, and first stretched out a slender finger with distinct bones: "First thing, you said that you used to be a guard in King Jing's Mansion, why did I pull out all the guards' household registration information for 20 years, Can't find anything that matches your situation at all?"

As he spoke, he slowly stretched out his second finger: "Second thing, since I wrote your ambiguous chapter, why did this latest chapter find a new way to rewrite the relationship between the prince and King Jing| thing?"

Tang Ke's heart was relieved when he heard the words, it turned out that it was because of such a little thing.

Tang Ke turned his head, and the lie came at his fingertips: "My time in the palace is too short, and I entered through the back door. I was thrown out before I could record the household registration information. Boss Geng can't check it now. Arrived."

"As for the novel, the chapter you wrapped up is a side story."

Zhu Wenzhen frowned and looked at him: "What's a side story?"

Tang Ke cleared his throat and explained: "For example, Boss Geng, if you go to the theater to watch a show, other people buy standing tickets and others buy sitting tickets. You are different. You are a vvvip, and you are the one who wants to sit in the box on the second floor." kind, so you can see what other people can’t.”

Zhu Wenzhen seemed to understand, shook his head and said, "There are such boxes in the theater? Unheard of."

Tang Ke waved his hand, took a step closer to Zhu Wenzhen, and whispered in his ear, Zhu Wenzhen could feel Tang Ke's warm breath slapping his neck, which made the back of his neck a little itchy, "I'm more specific, put In my novel, it seems that other people heard the story of the prince and the prince from the servants of the palace, but you are different, you ran to the prince's bedroom in the middle of the night and opened the window to watch."

Zhu Wenzhen was either raised in the palace or lived in the royal mansion since he was a child, and he came and went with the most elite people. He had never heard such unpleasant words. He was so shocked that he blushed and opened his almond eyes to look at Tang Ke: " You—! Nasty!"

As he said that, he raised his hand and patted Tang Ke's hood, but Tang Ke grabbed his wrist.

"Hey, why is this—"

Halfway through Tang Ke's words, a knife with a scabbard flew towards his forehead in the distance.

Tang Ke let go of Zhu Wenzhen's wrist, took the knife easily, and swung it flamboyantly at Geng Xiaobo who was rushing towards him aggressively.

Geng Xiaobo stepped forward to snatch the knife back, and put his backhand on Tang Ke's neck.

"Stop!" Zhu Wenzhen yelled at Geng Xiaobo in a deep voice.

Geng Xiaobo reluctantly took the knife back and stood respectfully beside Zhu Wenzhen.

Although Tang Ke's explanation is really not serious, it makes sense.

Zhu Wenzhen accepted his rhetoric, suppressed the anger he was holding back at the beginning, paused, and said: "Since that's the case, I think I will write your new chapter in the future, and you can still use the same Bypassing me under the pretext of writing content and selling it to other people?"

Tang Ke chuckled, acquiescing to this statement.

Zhu Wenzhen couldn't stop his anger and wanted to rush up again, but then he thought that Tang Ke was trying to convey his love so much because he missed him too much, and he was also a poor person, so he forgave him from the bottom of his heart.

However, no matter how deeply Tang Ke loved him, Zhu Wenzhen thought that it was inappropriate for him to be a prince and be edited and sold to the people of the capital in this way, and the content in it was full of love and affection.

"Well, I won't include your chapters in the future, but every time you update your novel, I have to go through it first. If I review it, you can copy it and sell it. If I think it's inappropriate , you go to rebuild it and show it to me."

"I won't let you write the part of yours that I sent back for nothing, and it's still recovered at the price of ten ingots of gold per chapter. What do you think, Mr. Xiao Ke?"

Zhu Wenzhen's deal can be said to be very fair.

But Tang Ke couldn't help looking at his handsome face through the hood, and smiled meaningfully.

Unexpectedly, Boss Geng is not only his fanatical fan of books, but also a poisonous person. Some excessive content just wants to be watched privately by himself, and he is unwilling to share it with others?

Since the benefactor gave him such an obvious hint, Tang Ke will naturally spare no effort to satisfy him in the future.

Tang Ke secretly made up his mind that in the future, when each chapter is shown to Boss Geng, he will just write a few more versions for him in different ways.

It is bound to be done, and Boss Geng's mouth will be blocked with the sweet love between the prince and the prince, so that Boss Geng can only throw gold in his face.

Zhu Wenzhen kept staring at Tang Ke's half-hidden face under the hood, and saw that he nodded solemnly, although he said nothing, and said, "Then it's settled? I made an agreement with Mr. Xiao Ke , from tomorrow onwards, every other day at noon, we will meet at the Yuelai Teahouse outside the Luming Mountain Villa, sir, bring the novel and prepare some money, how about it?"

Tang Ke nodded again and again: "It's easy to say, easy to say, then see you at noon tomorrow?"

Tang Ke said goodbye to Zhu Wenzhen, and pushed the empty wheelbarrow to the tavern at the entrance of the alley.

The name of the tavern is Zuichunfeng, and the proprietress is a fat woman in her 40s, known as Aunt Hua.

At this time, Aunt Hua was dealing with a thin scholar.

The scholar pointed to a jar of wine on the shelf behind Aunt Hua and said: "Where is it sold out? Isn't there still a pot? Why, do you think I can't afford your signature Chunfengzui? Don't want a dog." See people low!"

When the scholar said this, Aunt Hua still frowned and smiled apologetically: "No, young man, you misunderstood. This wine is reserved, and the guests have already ordered it."

The scholar raised his eyebrows and asked, "Which customer ordered it? Are you ready to pay?"

Aunt Hua smiled back: "The money hasn't been paid yet, but we're in business—"

"—If you don't pay, you don't count. I bought it first, and it should be given to me first."

The scholar interrupted Aunt Hua, and couldn't help saying that she went up to go around the counter and went directly to get the jar of wine. Aunt Hua went up to stop him, but she was pushed away. She didn't know what to do, and she saw Tang Ke pushing him away. A unicycle trotted over.

Aunt Hua immediately smiled, and greeted Tang Ke from a distance: "Xiao Ke, why is it so late today? Sales are not very good?"

"Aunt Hua!"

Tang Ke warmly greeted the proprietress, put the small trolley to the corner of the wall, and saw the altar of spring breeze drunk on the shelf, immediately raised his hand to take it down, lifted the lid and sniffed vigorously.

When the scholar heard the name of Xiao Ke, the hand that grabbed the wine jar was stuck in the air, and his feet stopped, staring at Tang Ke all the way, and when he saw that the last jar of wine he wanted to buy was reserved for this person, he showed a full face. It was a contemptuous smile and a cold snort.

"Who am I? It turns out it's you, a low-class thing!"

Tang Ke held the wine jar and turned his head, saw the scholar's appearance clearly, and said with a smile: "Hey, isn't this Guo Xiucai? Come to buy wine too?"

This Guo Xiucai is a well-known writer in the capital. Unlike Tang Ke, an underground writer who writes love stories about princes and princes, Guo Xiucai is a serious writer on the bright side, and is the largest chain bookstore in the dynasty—— Qifeng Bookstore - the head writer.

This kind of author who writes orthodox historical literature has fame and fame, and has a backer like Qifeng Bookstore behind him, so his eyes naturally grow on the top of his head.

For an underground writer whose identity is unknown like Tang Ke, it would be an understatement to say that he is dismissive, and he would be ashamed to hear the other party's name.

Seeing that Tang Ke not only snatched his wine, but also greeted him cheerfully at this time, Guo Xiucai only felt that his ears and eyes were dirty, and said with disgust on his face: "You are a dog who can't be seen on the stage, and you deserve to be with him." Shall I grab a drink? Forget it, what is this drunken spring breeze? I’ll just take a detour from now on, bah—eh? You?!”

Guo Xiucai was halfway through speaking, when Tang Ke poured half of the jar of wine on the front of the newly bought clothes, and was so angry that he gritted his teeth and rushed over to beat Tang Ke.

Tang Ke leaned aside, easily dodged, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, my hand slipped."

Guo Xiucai scolded his mother, but he knew in his heart that he was no match for this person, so he waved his sleeves angrily, and said: "What you write is not good, and what you do is even more shameless! Wait, we will never end!" !” Angrily left.

Tang Ke watched him go away, leaned over to the counter, and handed Aunt Hua the brochure updated today.

He had an agreement with Aunt Hua that on the day when he came to sell books at the back door of the palace, Zui Chunfeng would leave him a jar of brand wine in exchange for an updated copy.

It's just that Tang Ke didn't expect that the wine he reserved for this altar would cause such trouble to the tavern.

"Aunt Hua, if you meet someone like this again in the future, just give him my wine. It's a good thing for a good man not to suffer immediate losses. Don't delay the business of the tavern."

Aunt Hua cheerfully put the little book away, "It's nothing, even if I don't have your level, I wouldn't be willing to sell Chunfengzui to such a person."

Tang Ke smiled shyly and said, "I'm sorry, I ruined half a jar of good wine just now."

Aunt Hua waved her hand and said with a smile, "It would be a waste if you splash it on that kind of person."

Tang Ke went back to his house in the suburbs, lit a lamp and lay down on the small desk to create a chapter full of affection and affection for Boss Geng again.

After I finished writing, I read it myself, and Boss Geng's eyes widened and his face was flushed when he was reading this content appeared in front of his eyes. The corners of his lips curled up unconsciously, and the smile hung on his face for a long time.

The next day, half an hour before the appointed time, Tang Ke took the books and came to Yuelai Tea House. Unexpectedly, he saw Boss Geng sitting at the window seat drinking tea waiting for him from a distance.

Tang Ke smiled brightly, and was about to step forward to call him, when a gust of wind came from behind him.

As an assassin's instinct, he stopped abruptly and stepped back in an instant. After half a step back, two dark darts barely brushed past his cheekbones.

Tang Ke's expression darkened, and he calmly and carefully identified the ambushes around him.

A few sharp whistling sounds passed by my ears one after another.

Tang Ke took a few steps back and dodged all the hidden weapons that were shot one after another. The dark darts and crossbow|arrows formed a neat straight line on the ground he stepped on.

The opponent on the other side was so intent on killing him that he wanted to take his life.

Tang Ke's face became more and more gloomy, and before he had time to think about it, he was forced all the way to the depths of the bushes.

In the Yuelai teahouse, Zhu Wenzhen led Geng Xiaobo to sit down at the table by the window and waited for Tang Ke to bring the books, but he drank one cup after another until two hours past noon , the sun went down, and Tang Ke couldn't wait for the figure.

Zhu Wenzhen's face was terribly dark, and with a flick of his wide sleeves, he smashed the empty tea cups on the table to pieces, and laughed angrily, "I'm so stupid that I was deceived by that person several times!"