From the birth of a son to the separation of Nuwa and her path to becoming a god

He coughed and took back his hand: "It's stained with something."

"Oh." Meng Liu didn't take it to heart and stuck out his tongue to lick it around.

Why did this spring day suddenly get hotter?

Watching Xing Jingyao enter the palace, Meng Liu leaned out half of his body and said, "Asparagus."

"What are your orders from sister Tuantuan?" He was already twenty years old, and Meng Liu was speechless when his sister called him.

No matter how many times I have passed it, the name of this group is still surprising.

"I don't know when I will come out when I enter the palace. I want to go to the bookstore on East Street and I'll be back soon. Do you think that's okay?" She took out a few coins from Shanruliu and handed them to him.

Wen Zhu quickly declined: "No, no, no, sister Tuantuan, you can go if you want, just come back early, lest the uncle can't see you when he leaves the palace and I won't have a hard time explaining to you."

This kid is so good that Meng Liu probably doesn't like her three melons and two dates.

After all, how could the valet who followed Xing Jingyao have no money? She was the only one who could be so poor.

With the consent, Meng Liu got out of the car and went to Wenyuan Bookstore on East Street alone.

This is not the largest bookstore in the capital, but it is the most popular one. Many story books come from here. In her pocket, she carried something she had written overtime a few days ago, and today she made up her mind to sell it at a good price. .

Otherwise, how will she have the money to take care of her children after leaving Xing Mansion?

"What kind of story books do you want to buy?" the shopkeeper called out. As the shopkeeper of the favorite bookstore for women in Beijing, it is not uncommon for a girl to come to buy story books alone.

Meng Liu flipped through it twice, and sure enough, they were all stories written by talented people and beautiful ladies. She took out a stack of paper from her pocket.

"I'm not here to buy a storybook. Shopkeeper, do you still like what I wrote?"

What she brought out today was not Hua Mulan's shocking work. Because it was too out of line, she was not sure whether it would have an audience in this era, so she still planned to bring it out later.

First, use a wordbook that is in line with this era and open up the market in a subtle and silent way.

There were many people who came to submit manuscripts, but this woman was the only one. The shopkeeper took the manuscript without any expectations, but just gave her a face.

Meng Liu writes very fast, and she brought three books today, all of which are short sweet articles with tens of thousands of words. She has also done market research on the male protagonist. If she wants to say who is the most popular among girls in the world, it should be Belongs to King Ling.

It is reported that he is eighteen years old. He has a handsome appearance that no one can match in the capital. He is also very clean and has no concubines. As the emperor's younger brother, he has power and appearance, and his actions are quite wanton. He has many boudoir daughters. Fangxin secretly promised.

The writing style of this dynasty was open. As long as you didn't insult the royal family or anything, you could write some stories at will. So Meng Liu boldly created and wrote three sweet pet stories based on King Ling!

The shopkeeper frowned and looked.

"Rebirth: I am the Prince's Sweetheart"

"The Abandoned Concubine's Counterattack: The Prince is Busy Chasing His Wife Every Day"

"The Prince's Unbridled Favor: The Beautiful Concubine Runs with the Ball"

The name is a bit hard to describe. Most people like to give elegant names, such as "The Passionate Zhou Shengxian in Naofan Tower" or "The Biography of Zheng Jiaoniang". This is the first time I have seen such a name written in vernacular.

He turned to the top of the page and looked at it intently.

I couldn't stop reading it. Although the writing was immature, the plot was too great. He, a well-informed bookkeeper, had never seen such a bold novel.

Time passes minute by minute.

"Just watch it from the beginning. After you finish it, the whole day has passed. Do you want to stop or not? I still have something to do." Meng Liu urged while looking at the sky.

The shopkeeper had just read the beginning of the first book, and he was really itching. But to open a business, it is natural to check all the goods, so he called a few boys over, distributed the drafts, and one person read them. After two hours, I finally finished reading this book.

"Very good, our Wenyuan Bookstore has accepted it! I wonder what this girl's pen name is..."

Meng Liu thought for a moment and said, "Just ask Jiao to leave."

"But what's the allusion?" the shopkeeper asked doubtfully.

Jiao Xia Ke was the poem title given to him by Tan Chun in Dream of Red Mansions. Meng Liu thought it would be a good pen name, so he kindly explained it to the shopkeeper.

"Taken from the allusion of the deer covered with banana leaves. The woodcutter once shot a deer and hid it in a place but forgot about it. He thought that the deer he shot was just a dream, but he was unwilling to be heard by passers-by talking to himself. The passerby followed his verbal clues and actually found the deer.

That night, the woodcutter dreamed about the place where the deer was hidden during the day and the passerby. The woodcutter went to investigate the next day and found that the dream was true.

The woodcutter catching the deer is like Zhuang Zhou turning into a butterfly. True and false are intricate and difficult to distinguish between reality and dream. Which one is real? The dream is similar to what is written in the book. "

"Okay, okay, I hope Jiao Xia Ke will bring some books to Wenyuan Bookstore as soon as possible. I'll take them all!" The shopkeeper flattered happily. He could already imagine how much business these three books would bring to the market. receive.

As soon as they left, a boy came over and took away the three drafts and took them respectfully to the second floor.

In the private room, famous calligraphy and paintings were hung on the walls, and some exquisite snacks and tea were placed on the table. Sunlight shone on the window lattice. The man sitting on the Arhat bed was holding a tea cup and his eyes were deep.

"Jiao's guest." He muttered softly and flipped through three drafts.

By the time I finished reading them all, it was already sunset.

Que Jin is speechless now, very speechless.

I thought that the woman's quotation of allusions would be quite literary, but I didn't expect that these were the things she wrote. Too bad he wasted a whole day on this.

"Go home."

The shopkeeper rubbed his hands: "Master, what about this book..."

"What should I do?"

"Huh!" the shopkeeper responded excitedly. He was afraid that the boss would not even think about making money.

Meng Liu happily walked on the way to the palace gate with a hundred taels of silver notes in his pocket.

She was thinking in her mind that she would write a long novel next time, and that she would have a robbery and get back together again. She kept thinking about the plot all the way, and when she turned a corner, she bumped into a man without paying attention.

Li Feng made an appointment today to play polo with some friends in the countryside. Thinking that his mother was not in good health these days, he went to East Street to buy some of her favorite cakes. Unexpectedly, he was hit by a polo stick as soon as he turned around.

The cakes he had queued up all morning fell to the floor. The two boys beside him stared at each other without daring to breathe, thinking that this unfortunate girl would be in trouble.

"I'm sorry, I didn't look at the road." Meng Liu apologized repeatedly. When she saw the cakes on the ground, she thought: "Shall I pay you for the cakes? Okay?"

"Compensation? Can you afford to pay for the pastries that I spent all morning lining up to buy?" Li Feng's eyes flashed with flames, and he spoke very rudely.