Lord, I will write novels to support you

Gu Ting stared at those short words for a long time, and finally laughed out of anger, "You bastard!"

Wang Che was also very helpless, "I have strengthened guards at all entrances and exits." Although the possibility of catching Xiao Ke is almost zero.

Gu Ting shook his head, "What's the use of strengthening guards? Didn't you read what he wrote on this note? People climbed on our wall and stared at me for a long time, but the people in our yamen didn't notice it. No matter how many people go out, what can we do with him?"

As Gu Ting said, he took the book and stood up and walked outside.

Wang Che chased him out, "Where are you going, my lord?"

Gu Ting raised the booklet over his shoulders, "Of course I'm doing something serious! I'll meet the people in this novel, and call out Wu Shouze for questioning."

Looking at the sales of Tang Ke's new novels and his income, Wu Liangsheng leaned alone in the corner of the corridor on the third floor of Qifeng Bookstore, enjoying himself.

It's just that the smile didn't last long, and he saw Director Feng Pinglan walking slowly towards him.

This was the first time that Feng Pinglan personally came to his "Customs Department" to look for him in these many years. Wu Liangsheng quickly suppressed his smile, stood up to greet him, and asked, "Is there something wrong with the director?"

Feng Pinglan threw the book "The Prince's Road of No Return" on the table in front of Wu Liangsheng, and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on here?"

Wu Liangsheng looked at it for two seconds, and said with a smile, "It's just a book that violates the regulations sold in the black market. How can you read this kind of thing with your status as the director?"

Feng Pinglan was too lazy to go around with Wu Liangsheng, and said directly: "You wrote a new article, and let your Wu family printing bureau secretly print it into a book and sell it yourself?"

"Hey, the director knows all about it, and he came here to ask me what I'm doing?"

"You know what kind of rebellious content is written here?"

Wu Liangsheng nodded cheerfully, "Of course I know." Seeing Feng Pinglan's complexion was not good, he explained, "Don't be angry, Director, the sales channel of this book has completely picked up Qifeng Bookstore. It will implicate the bookstore."

Feng Pinglan's face turned even worse when he heard the words, and after a moment of silence, Fang said: "Who said I was worried about getting involved in the bookstore? Xiao Ke is still a contracted author of the bookstore, so his articles should be published by Qifeng Bookstore, you two How dare you blatantly breach the contract and bypass our bureau to sell it yourself?"

"From now on, my bookstore will be responsible for all the distribution and sales of his article, and it can no longer be sold on the black market!"

Wu Liangsheng stood there in a daze, with his mouth half open, unable to speak for a long time, completely unaware that the director would bring the risk to his bookstore.

Xian Yu led a group of sect disciples to work in the capital for a whole day, and when he came back, he prepared to ask the disciples to exchange information, but was once again blocked by the gasping sound from the disciples' room door.

In the past few days, he has gotten used to the animal-like vitality of his apprentice, so Xian Yu was no stranger to it, raised his hand and knocked on Tang Ke's door loudly, "Give me a quick fight!" Then he jumped to Tang Ke's roof alone to drink .

Sitting on the roof, hearing the movement under his feet, thinking about it, Xian Yu didn't understand how his apprentice got up earlier than himself every day, and the tasks in the capital were always completed on time. Such energy toss half the night.

In the end, I have to feel that my apprentice has a strong time management ability.

Just as he was lost in thought, Xian Yu lowered his head and saw a figure in the darkness approaching the yard.

Song Ren tiptoed into Tang Ke's yard, and was about to knock on the door, when he heard a slap above his head, and an empty wine jug fell down and shattered at his feet.

Song Ren was so frightened that he hurriedly withdrew his hand to knock on the door, looked up and saw Xian Yu flying down, saluted quickly, and called "Master Uncle".

Xian Yu said with a cold "hmm", "What are you here for?"

"I have something to look for, look for Senior Brother Tang. There is a Geng Shaoxia who wants to see him."

Xian Yu stood in front of the door, "Your Brother Tang is busy, and you are not free now, come back tomorrow."

Song Ren didn't know, so he said "Oh", and glanced over Xian Yu's shoulder at the crack of the door, "Are you still busy at this late hour?" Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard a low moan from inside, and was so frightened that he drew his sword and stepped forward, "Tang Brother and Young Master Xiang are in danger!"

Xian Yu's face turned black, and he slapped Song Ren's sword back into the scabbard, "There's a fart danger! He's really in danger, what's the use of you if you go? Hurry up, hurry up!"

Song Ren looked bewildered, and looked deeply at the crack of the door, and then reluctantly left.

Xian Yu was afraid that any more ignorant disciples and grandchildren would come over, so he stopped going to the roof, and simply guarded outside the door.

After another half an hour, seeing Tang Ke coming out refreshed and shouting "Master", Xian Yu ignored him and kicked him on the hollow of his knee.

Tang Ke staggered, and called "Master" again, "I'm not fully injured yet."

Xian Yu snorted coldly, "Is your injury healed? I think you're doing well!"

Accompanied by Xin Xin, Tang Ke led Xian Yu to the hall.

"Jiangnan sent a message back, saying that Prince Zhang disappeared a few days after arriving in the south. I don't know if he ran away from home or was framed by someone. In short, his whereabouts are still unknown."

"Mr. Zhang and Mr. Hu had accidents one after another. One died in the Tai Hospital and the other died in prison."

Tang Ke sneered, and said that the prince's actions were clean and neat, "The prince can't hold back anymore, we are very close to success."

Xian Yu nodded, and asked again: "How is it with you?"

"It's going well. The Ministry of Criminal Justice has taken some action, and it's not as passive as before. The novel is also selling well, and the sales volume is higher than I expected. The content in it should have been read by the Ministry of Criminal Justice, the Procuratorate, and Feiyuwei. It must be very It can be passed into the palace soon."

Xian Yu said hello, and he and Tang Ke began to plan the tasks for the second day.

Zhu Changcun stayed in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and repeatedly looked at all the evidence of King Jing and the prince that he could get. He didn't find any loopholes in the prince, and he always felt that there was a link missing.

Thinking of the memorial sent by the assassin before, I couldn't help regretting that I should not have given it to Zechen lightly. Just as I was about to call someone to ask about Wu Shouze's situation, I saw Zhu Mu walking over with a bowl of soup.

"Father, I made velvet antler soup, you and Your Majesty both have some, okay?"

Zhu Changcun responded casually, asked Zhu Mu to sit down beside him, drank a bowl first, and made sure there was no problem, then ordered his servant to come over to serve the emperor and drink some.

"Mu'er, what exactly did Zechen say in this hall on the day your uncle Huang fell ill, can you tell me in detail?"

Zhu Mu's hand that was holding the soup trembled, some of the soup spilled out, she hastily put down the soup bowl, and said with a smile, "Why did father ask this again? What Brother Zechen said earlier is all."

Zhu Changcun raised his hand and stroked his daughter's temples, "Your father is old and has a bad memory, so I'm afraid some details may be missed. Mu'er will tell me again and help me sort it out again."

Zhu Mu smiled stiffly and was silent for a moment before Fang replied: "Father, the child can't remember too well, why don't I call Brother Zechen over now and let him talk to Father."

As Zhu Mu spoke, he got up in a panic, but Zhu Changcun grabbed his arm forcefully.

Zhu Changcun looked into his daughter's eyes firmly, "I just want to hear you tell me."