Lord, I will write novels to support you

Zhu Wenzhen frowned: "Why are you so scheming? I asked you to come here, do you have the only way to climb the wall? Will you die if you go straight to the front door to ask for a meeting?"

Tang Ke thought to himself that he might die if he walked through the main entrance.

If the assassination was really done by King Jing, he would have ambushed him in the grove outside the Yuelai Tea House, and there might be many masters waiting for him at the gate of Luming Villa.

Tang Ke smiled: "I'm afraid of strangers, and I can't do the business of openly coming to King Jing's private house to ask for an interview. If Boss Geng still wants to make an appointment in this study, then I will come through the window like today."

Zhu Wenzhen no longer insisted, it made no difference to him where Tang Ke came from.

After Tang Ke left, Zhu Wenzhen called Geng Xiaobo in and threw the dark dart to him.

"How is this going?"

Geng Xiaobo picked up the dark dart and checked it over and over again, "My lord, where did you get this dart?"

"The bushes outside the Yuelai Tea House."

"Why did the prince go to that bush?"

Zhu Wenzhen's brows darkened: "Am I asking you or you asking me?"

"My lord forgive me."

Geng Xiaobo respectfully reported to Zhu Wenzhen that he found signs of a fight in the bushes outside Yuelai Tea House during the day.

Zhu Wenzhen asked coldly: "Why are you reporting such an important matter now?"

"My lord, I begged to meet you once after dinner, but I was stopped by Eunuch Guan. Later, I wanted to say in the study, "My lord, you..." When I came up, I chased people away, without even giving the slightest chance to speak.

"Order to go on, to find out this matter at all costs," Zhu Wenzhen snorted coldly, "If you dare to set up an ambush in this king's territory, no matter how many heads the other party has, this king will definitely make other heads fall!"

Tang Ke went back to the small dilapidated house, took out the skinny carrier pigeon that was the only one at home, went to Chanyizong to write a letter, then wrote a chapter update seriously, and left again the next day In the study in Luming Mountain Villa, I saw that the window of the study was wide open, and inside, Zhu Wenzhen was sitting at the desk, reading a book.

Tang Ke walked in and greeted Boss Geng warmly.

Zhu Wenzhen tapped his chin on the chair in his hand: "Sit down, did you bring the book?"

Tang Ke often felt that Boss Geng's arrogance was really bigger than the prince's. I wondered if he held it like this every time he reported to his superiors?

Tang Ke still had a cheerful face, and handed over the newly written booklet.

Zhu Wenzhen read it carefully, and said to Tang Ke: "Although it is still not very serious, it is no problem to sell it," and said, "You can write such a version, why do you have to write a version like yesterday's gift?" Come?"

Tang Ke thought to himself, isn't this to satisfy Boss Geng's desire, and I don't know who read the article so enthusiastically yesterday.

Geng Xiaobo, who was outside Zhuangzi, rushed through the door with a whip, almost bumped into several patrolling guards, entered the yard, flicked the reins, and ran to the study profusely.

Guan Zhong saw it from a distance, and grabbed him: "What are you doing, you are in such a hurry and going to the prince's study? Look at your current appearance, what I just told you yesterday, has become even worse today? "

Geng Xiaobo shook an exquisite gift box on his hand, and said anxiously: "The prince ordered me to buy it, and sent it to the study before Haishi. If the time is delayed, I will depend entirely on the father-in-law."

Guan Zhong was so frightened that he let go of his hand in a hurry, and seeing Geng Xiaobo's back running away, he couldn't help cursing again.

Geng Xiaobo slammed the door open and rushed into the study.

"king……"

He had just uttered a word, and when he saw Tang Ke sitting on the grand teacher's chair, his eyes almost fell out of shock, and he immediately drew his sword to face him: "Bold madman! How dare you tremble into King Jing—"

"——Okay!" Zhu Wenzhen raised his hand impatiently to stop him, "I'm still sitting here right now, what are you shouting about, and I haven't put away the knife yet."

Only then did Geng Xiaobo realize that he had been reckless, he hastily withdrew his knife, and saluted respectfully: "My lord, it's my subordinate who was reckless, so forgive me, lord."

Zhu Wenzhen: "Have you brought anything?"

"Bring it back, son."

Zhu Wenzhen pointed at Tang Ke with his chin: "To Mr. Xiaoke."

Tang Ke took the exquisitely crafted gift box with a blank face, looked at the box, at Geng Xiaobo, and at Zhu Wenzhen.

Zhu Wenzhen leaned back into the chair and said lazily, "Take it apart and see if it suits you?"

Tang Ke opened the box stiffly, and found two cloaks, a long gown and a pair of boots neatly stacked inside.

The material and workmanship, even a rough man like Tang Ke can tell that the price is expensive, "...is this?"

Zhu Wenzhen said casually: "I see that Mr. Xiao Ke is very short-lived, so I decided to buy something for him."

This was the first time in Tang Ke's life that someone gave him a gift, and he had mixed feelings in his mind, "How can Boss Geng spend so much money..."

"A small gift is not worth mentioning. If the husband doesn't like it, just throw it away when you go out." Zhu Wenzhen said casually.

Tang Ke was a little helpless, he had never met someone who gave gifts so confidently and domineeringly.

He carefully covered the gift box, thanked Zhu Wenzhen again and again sincerely, and then left.

When copying the book at night, Tang Ke caught a glimpse of the pair of black-soled short boots embroidered with fine dark patterns on his feet, and his heart moved inexplicably, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

On the second day, at the old place of Tongluo Lane, Tang Ke sold his novels and went to Zui Chunfeng in an empty wheelbarrow. From a distance, he saw a round-faced girl with delicate features waving warmly to Tang Ke.

"Brother Little Ke!"

The girl was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a petite figure, wearing a lotus-colored tunic and coarse cloth dress, and she was drinking with her sleeves rolled up, "Hey, Brother Xiao Ke, your new clothes are really nice, much better than the dull black ones before. gone."

"Yezi!" Tang Ke grinned at her, "Long time no see, where's Aunt Hua?"

Ye Zi winked at Tang Ke: "My mother went out to buy some goods today, and my father looks after the store, otherwise I wouldn't dare to come here."

Ever since a few drunks made a scene earlier, Aunt Hua has not allowed her daughter to show her face in the tavern casually.

Ye Zi tiptoed and carried the wine jar on the top of the counter to Tang Ke, "Where's your wine, where is my update?"

Tang Ke knew that every time Aunt Hua took his essays, she would take them back for her daughter to read. At this time, she smiled and handed the little booklet left behind to Ye Zi, saying: "You are young, don't read these books. Indecent stuff."

"Huh? How can anyone say that what they write is not serious?"

Tang Ke lifted the lid of the wine jar, raised his head and took a sip of wine, "It's rare for a man to know himself."

After Tang Ke finished speaking, he turned his head and saw an old man with gray hair and wearing a blue-gray robe sitting alone under the eaves outside the tavern. He immediately suppressed his smile and got up to go forward.

Tang Ke bowed respectfully to the old man, and called out "Master" in a voice that only the two of them could hear.