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It is the most popular talk book among the most girls at the moment, "Folding the Screen".

Although Lu Xiyue didn't read the scripts, there was a study opposite the flower dew shop, and sometimes when she went to the flower dew shop, she would see those girls whispering with their newly bought scripts.

This is equivalent to seeing the author hidden behind the pages of a book in real life.

"This book was written by a girl!"

"Yes, here is the contract signed between the study and me. I provide two books to the study every month, and every time I sell a book, I can get a commission of fifty coins from it."

Afraid that she would not believe it, Ji Wan deliberately brought these things.

A copy of "Folding the Screen" sells for two cents and five cents, and fifty cents is one-fifth, which is indeed a lot.

Lu Xiyue read the book, then looked at the little girl who was the same age as her in front of her, both surprised and amazed.

"I didn't expect the girl to be Mr. Wan Yang, please write a poem on the paper and have a look."

Mr. Wan Yang is the name of the author of "Folding the Screen".

Ji Wan cooperated very well, and soon silently wrote a poem.

Lu Xiyue's handwriting is like a dog gnaws mud, but she still has the ability to appreciate good handwriting. Ji Wan's handwriting is beautiful and neat. If the ink is not dry, there may even be an illusion of rubbing.

As usual, she asked two questions: "The girl can teach people to write and read, why do you want to be a teacher?"

"I taught people how to write scripts before." Ji Wan admitted that she almost lost Mr. Wan Yang's name after teaching, "I became a teacher because it was a girls' school. When I was young, no one I am very envious of girls from rich families, so I don’t want anyone else to teach me.”

Because I have been drenched in the rain, I want to hold an umbrella for others.

Looking at the lovely girl with round almond eyes, Lu Xiyue smiled with satisfaction, "One last question, girl, you are currently working in the seventh prince's residence, I'm afraid you can't take care of your job as a teacher at the same time."

"I'm not afraid of this, I just quit."

"Resigned?" Lu Xiyue looked surprised.

At this time, working in the mansion of a noble family is not like modern times. They all sign a contract of sale, and they can leave wherever they can.

Ji Wan patted her chest and assured: "Princess, don't worry, I have my own way."

Even if she lay in the hall of the Prince's Mansion all day, no one would dare to say anything.

Lu Xiyue has no doubts about him, a little girl about her own age, who can break through a group of men writing scripts and write several scripts that are admired by countless ladies in the boudoir, must not be an ordinary person.

"That being the case, Mr. Ji is welcome to join."

Ji Wan's round eyes turned into crescents when she smiled, "Thank you, Princess, for giving me this opportunity. By the way, when will I start working?"

"The school is under repair and it will take at least [-] days. Miss, come and find me in [-] days."

"Okay, then I'll take my leave."

The little girl got up, waved at her, and ran away with her skirt in hand.

After Lu Xiyue greeted her, she lowered her head and found that the script was still on the table.

"Miss Ji—"

She chased him out, but the little girl seemed to have disappeared.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yunheng waited at the door.

Lu Xiyue showed him the book: "She left the book behind."

Xiao Yunheng took the book and held it for her, and the two went back to the private room together, how about it, are you satisfied this time? "

"Not bad, this Miss Ji is a gentleman who can write a script."

Finally recruiting the right one, Lu Xiyue's mood improved a lot.

When Lu Xiyue and Ji Wan were talking, Xiao Yunheng had already ordered the dishes. Not long after the two of them entered the room, the waiter came in with four dishes.

After eating and having nothing to do, Lu Xiyue leaned in Xiao Yunheng's arms to read.

"This is about the love-hate relationship between a noble girl and other princes. No wonder it became popular."

The target group of this book is women. Of course, men must also read it, but there are not so many.

Since ancient times, men have written storybooks, and the protagonists on them are either down-and-out scholars and ladies from aristocratic families, or poor boys and princesses, and more uniquely, they are the fairies in the sky.

The status of a girl's family must be extremely noble, and in the end, several girls will have to compete for a man in order to show the man's excellence.

It's hard to comment, and it's no wonder that girls don't like to watch it.

Such a well-matched and evenly matched emotional story, pulls and pulls, has twists and turns, and those who are talented will scratch their hearts and livers, turn and turn, and can't stop watching.

There are only two fingers in a book, and it is written in ink. Lu Xiyue quickly read more than ten pages.

She raised her head and moved in Xiao Yunheng's arms, motioning for him to look: "Look, does the prince here look like you?"

They are all great generals who fought on the battlefield, and they have done countless meritorious deeds, especially when they always have a sullen face, and those who watch them dare not approach easily.

It was written on the page—the prince's eyebrows moved lightly, his eyes were as bright as ink, and he swept past it lightly, causing people to panic for no reason.

Xiao Yunheng said lightly: "It's not like."

Lu Xiyue didn't take it seriously: "I think it's pretty similar."

It is probably because the authors of ancient and modern times, Chinese and foreign, prefer to write about the Ice Cube hero when they write books, and they seem to be taller.

This book is already the ninth volume of "Folding the Screen". The relationship between the hero and heroine develops step by step. After going through hardships, they finally reach the stage of knowing each other.

Lu Xiyue turned another page and was stunned by the first line.

The lips of the prince and Miss Jin San were touching, as if their hearts were connected at this moment, the shadow of the moon was cold, and the frost fell on the ground.

In fact, this is not too much, at least Lu Xiyue has seen more exciting ones, but this level, for this era, can be written.Still quite surprising.

Xiao Yunheng naturally scanned to the top word, his eyes darkened instantly.

Before Lu Xiyue realized the danger, someone's hand had already moved to her lower back.

When it was too late for her to react, Xiao Yunheng turned her over with only a little force, lying on his side, with his hands firmly clasped on her waist to maintain balance.

Before Lu Xiyue could finish her exclamation, someone blocked her lips.

After half a cup of tea.

The young man licked his lips, even though the taste of rolling was not enough, it was not bad.

Holding the book in his hands, he commented: "The prince in this book is nothing like me. It took so much time to be with my sweetheart, and it doesn't look good."

It's just a kiss and it's over, isn't it okay?

Lu Xiyue: "..."

She drank a cup of herbal tea, only to feel that her mouth was not so hot, and said in a bad mood: "I'm talking about character, where are you talking about?"

"Really?" Xiao Yunheng pursed his lips, and said again: "The personality seems, maybe, so similar."

Most of them suspected that the other party's purpose was impure like a fool.

Lu Xiyue took the book away from his hand and snorted coldly: "I won't bring you here tomorrow."

This problem of taking advantage of everything at every turn needs to be corrected, if people see...

The smile overflowing from someone's lips froze for a moment.