After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

The meditation room was quiet, silent for a while, Xie Yan tried to speak, and said weakly: "It's not what you think."

Han Min was still sitting on the ground, staring at him like that, and stretched out his hand: "Show me."

Xie Yan felt guilty, took a few steps back, and shook his head: "Don't do this."

Han Min got up from the ground, patted his clothes, and stretched out his hand: "Show me."

But Xie Yan stepped back again, slowed down his tone, and called out: "Han Min."

"You still know that I am Han Min. Who taught you how to write the script? Without me, would you be able to publish the first volume of the script? Now you use the techniques and skills I taught you to write the script for me. Do you think this is appropriate?"

He approached step by step, forcing Xie Yan back again and again until he leaned against the wall.

Han Min asked again: "Do you think this is appropriate for you?"

Xie Yan muttered: "It's not suitable, but..."

Han Min hurriedly said, "But Chu Zhuoshi asked you to write it, so you just do it."

"Ah."

"Huh? I knew he had a good relationship with you. Whenever he said something, you acted as if you had received an imperial edict. You didn't listen to what I said. You used to hide Xie Dingyuan's identity from me."

"No."

"In my opinion, you only have Chu Zhuoshi as a friend. That's fine, we will break up our friendship. I will throw the things I brought you from Tongzhou into Yuanyang Lake, and I will not give them to you."

He was carrying his things as if to leave, Xie Yan quickly grabbed his sleeve: "Hey, don't be angry."

Han Min pursed his lips, rolled his eyes, and stretched out his hand again: "Then show me. Show me, I just don't tell them."

Xie Yan resolutely refused: "No."

"Why are you like a rock?"

Han Min sat on the couch angrily. Xie Yan first stood in front of him, and after a while, carefully sat down beside him, and called softly, "Han Min?"

Han Min didn't answer, secretly gritted his molars in anger.

After calming down, he thought about it carefully.

After all, it was Yushi and Tanhualang who he wrote at the beginning, and now the two of them, together with Xie Yan, are writing the storybook of Qijulang in reverse, as if it doesn't make sense for Qijulang.

Han Min asked again, "How much have you written?"

Fearing that he would get angry, Xie Yan moved away from him: "It's almost finished."

Almost done?Almost done!

Han Min clenched his fist, Xie Yan saw it, and moved further away: "However, Mr. Wen's side is still a bit worse. It seems that he is not satisfied with his writing, and has rewritten it several times."

Pretty rigorous.

Han Min let go, found Xie Yan's one from the gift box he was carrying, and threw it to him.

"this is for you."

He got up to leave, but Xie Yan held him back.

"Aren't you angry? Chu Yu was just playing around."

Han Min turned around and nodded his head: "No, I'll go find Mr. Ge."

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, Xie Yan let him go.

Han Min carried his things and went to Baishi Bookstore.

This day happened to be the day when the first volume of "Two or Three Things About the Holy One and the Prime Minister" went on sale.

Before he went to Tongzhou, he was afraid that he would not be able to come back to write the script, so he took the time to write two volumes and hand them in, one of which was this volume.

Today, Baishi Bookstore printed it out, and the door of the bookstore was crowded with people.

Before Han Min got close, he saw a big man beating a gong, and he shouted, "Songyan Scholar bastard!"

Han Min subconsciously dodged to the side, stood behind a small fish stall, smiled at the vendor, and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

The peddler flicked his sleeves to fan the wind, and said casually: "Isn't that the Songyan Scholar's book has been published again, and the person has been changed again. Some people who like Tanhualang will feel uncomfortable."

"I see."

The man shouted again: "Why did you change it again? Why did you change it again? What's wrong with our Tanhualang? Songyan Moke, I know you're here, tell me, what's wrong with Tanhualang ?”

As if he had seen it somewhere before, Han Min stared at the man and asked, "Hey, but didn't he like Lord Yushi before?"

The last time he had dinner with Wen Yan and his party on the second floor of Zuixianju, he was downstairs beating the gong and questioning Songyan Scholar.

But at that time, he was obviously asking Mr. Yu Shi.

The peddler smiled: "Songyan Scholar doesn't write "Yu Shi" anymore, what else can I do except watch "Tan Hua Lang" with him?"

He took out a small bench from the basket, put it behind Han Min, and patted it: "Come on, sit down and talk, there is still trouble."

While watching the man beating the gong on the street, Han Min lifted up his clothes and sat down.

The peddler continued: "To be honest, it's not like there are no other bookstores and storytellers these days who follow suit and write about "Five and Six Stories of the Holy Master and the Yushi", "Seven and Eight Stories", and "Thousands and Hundreds of Stories."

Han Min hesitated, "Then..."

"They wrote—"

The peddler wrinkled his face, showed a disgusted expression, and waved his hands.

"How do you say that?"

"They don't write truthfully. Let's write about the emperor, either like the young master of the landlord's family, or like the King of Yama in the underworld. He has to wear gold and silver all day long, and the toothpicks he uses are all gold, so that he can look like He is dignified; if he wants to punish the nine clans with one sentence, everyone will tremble when they see him, so as to make him appear powerful. He puts on airs all day long, lest others will not know that he is the emperor."

The peddler shivered: "The censor is even weirder. In Songyan Scholar's book, he is clearly cold-tempered. In their book, he cries at every turn, and tears flow into a moat. He keeps his mouth open and doesn't speak. , will whimper. Where is this the censor in the book?"

"No one has written a book like this before. Songyan Scholar has spoiled our appetite, and others can't write it anymore. There is no way. I went around outside, and Songyan Scholar wrote it. Alright, we have to follow whoever Songyan Scholar writes about."

Han Min couldn't help being happy, patted his face, and looked serious: "That's something that can't be helped."

"But he keeps switching back and forth like this, who can bear it?"

As he spoke, the peddler also cried on his shoulder.

Han Min patted him on the shoulder carefully: "Don't be sad, don't be sad."

At this time, the man who was beating the gong was also in front of him, walking straight towards them.

Panicked for a moment, Han Min thought he had been discovered and subconsciously wanted to leave, but he calmed down and sat firmly on the bench.

The hawker sells fish and holds live fish in several large wooden basins.

The man squatted down in front of them, and Han Min quickly patted the vendor: "Hey, get up, someone wants to buy fish."

The peddler straightened up, and said with tears in his eyes, "I won't sell it today, I feel uncomfortable today."

The man didn't say he wanted to buy it either, he just lowered his head and stroked the live fish in the basin silently.

The hunk wept.

He murmured: "I figured it out. Yushi, Tanhualang, and the new prime minister are all fish in this basin. Apart from these three, there are many more fish. Your Majesty, how are you?" ruthless……"

Han Min was about to persuade him, but he suddenly raised his voice: "No, it's not the emperor, it's Songyan Scholar."

"Pine Smoke Scholar, you are so cruel!"

Han Min was so frightened that he almost fell off the bench.

And the peddler hugged the man and howled.

"Pine Smoke Scholar is so cruel!"

Han Min didn't dare to interrupt any more, stood up, and quietly retreated.

—I'm not, I'm not.

Although we all know that Songyan Moke has changed the protagonist again, there are still many people who want to buy the book in front of Baishi Bookstore.

Han Min carried his things and slipped in from the backyard of the bookstore.

It was rare for Mr. Ge not to drink. He was reading the manuscript in the room, and when he saw him coming, he waved to him.

"I heard that you came back a few days ago. It's not that I haven't been to Tongzhou. I just came from Tongzhou a few years ago. What else did you bring me?"

Han Min handed him the gift he had brought back, and said a few gossips, "Should we add a line of words 'This story is purely fictional' on the cover of the books printed later?"

Mr. Ge poured him tea: "The bookstore also means the same thing."

"what happened?"

"The more you write your book, the more famous it becomes. I'm afraid it will alarm the yamen. Just in case, the bookstore is thinking of adding this line."

Han Min picked up the tea bowl and nodded, "That's good."

"You still have three copies of the contract you signed at the beginning, so you should finish writing ten copies?"

"Yes."

"Do you still want to write in the future?"

Han Min thought for a while: "I probably won't be able to write."

"What's wrong? The Holy Majesty knows? Tell you not to write?"

"How do you know he recognizes..."

"Chu Yu told me last time." Mr. Ge smiled and refilled him with tea, "You wrote the storybook right under the nose of the Holy One, and you have worked hard to hide it."

Han Min coughed uncomfortably: "It's okay, anyway, I won't write any more in the future."

Mr. Ge smiled and said: "That's just right, if you don't write, I don't need to help you keep an eye on the contract. It's time for me to retire."

Han Min was startled: "Ah? Is sir leaving? Where are you going?"

He pointed to the corner of the wall, and only then did Han Min see that the "Zhuge Banxian" cloth banner he used to tell fortunes was still there, and the fortune-telling things were also neatly arranged.

"I used to be in the State of Song, and I had a lot of money. I called myself Bole, and spent all my money to support poor scholars. Ten years ago, Xie Yan was expelled from the State of Song, and I followed to the State of Qi."

"The literati in Song State said that Qi State's learning is barren and vulgar. I thought so too, but I couldn't find Xie Yan, so I had to wander around until I met you in Tongzhou."

"I still remember the day I saw you for the first time, you were huddled in the ragged cotton jacket, tears came out from the cold, and you practiced calligraphy with a pen. I asked you why you wrote with your left hand, and you said your right hand was broken. At that time, I thought , it really is the Wenqu star who has descended to earth."

"I know that on the day you wrote the story book, you said a sentence, you said: 'Is there any distinction between literati? Is there any difference between high and low?' You should say this sentence to all the Song Dynasty who claim to be orthodox in the Central Plains. The people of the country listen."

Mr. Ge held his hand, Han Min lowered his eyes and said, "Mr.

"I want to make my home all over the world and help the world's poor literati. I have been here for too long. Now that you are out of trouble, Xie Yan has also found all of you literati as confidants. It is time for me to leave."

Han Min thought for a while, rubbed his sore nose, "Since that's the case, I won't persuade Mr. Ge to stay."

Mr. Ge pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, comforting him: "It's still early, I have to wait until you finish writing those three story books before leaving, don't worry."

After being silent for a while, Mr. Ge said again: "But your grandfather's manuscript may not be found."

Han Min rubbed his eyes.

"I've searched up and down, only the two we found last time."

He shook his head: "It's okay."

After talking for a while, Han Min stayed at Baishi Publishing House for lunch.

Before leaving, Han Min suddenly remembered that he had something to do.

"Sir, Zhuoshi and the others, are they writing a book called "Two or Three Stories Between the Holy One and the Wisdom Lord"?"

Mr. Ge was stunned for a moment, his eyes erratic: "What? No, what kind of living man? I don't know."

"I saw it at Xie Yan's place."

"This……"

"I write about them, and they write about me. It's fair. But I have one thing to ask Mr. Ge."

"You talk first."

"If their script is printed, it will be sold on the same day as my new script."

"What are you doing? Do you want to compete with them for business?"

"As soon as my script comes out, no one will read theirs, and no one will pay attention to "Living Man". Isn't this request too much?"

Mr. Ge said helplessly: "What is your plan?"

Han Min tugged at his sleeve: "Please, Lao Ge, I was the first to know you, so why don't you favor me? In fact, it was sold on the same day as mine, and I even helped them solicit customers. They have their own things to do, and writing this is just a whim, and if it doesn’t sell well, they won’t write it.”

Being troubled by him, Mr. Ge had no choice but to keep saying: "Okay, okay, then if "Liangzi" becomes popular, don't look for me anymore."

Han Min smiled and said, "No problem."

He seized the time to write the second volume of "Prime Minister", and on the day of the book sale, it was enough to push "Liang Lang" down.

Pine Smoke Scholar is really a little villain.

The author has something to say: sympathy: planning to pass √

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