I write novels in the East Palace

Although Zhong Liyue also left Beijing with the envoys, he left the large army far behind and rushed to the front line. The time it took was even shorter than the time it took to return to Beijing. Even I heard that his BMW was tired Enough, I lost my temper after arriving at the camp, and refused to let Zhongli ride again.

At that time, the journey of the envoys was only halfway through.

"Marshal has arrived at Yanyun?" Fang Guanyan asked.

"Well, he heard that Aurora's behavior was abnormal, and he took a group of people to the Western Regions. Uncle plans to meet people first." Zhou Chengyi said, handing over the secret letter in his hand, pointing to one place Chin asked a little strangely, "A pack of wolves appeared on the border of the grassland? Or are they tamed wolves?"

Fang Guanyan was not surprised, he seemed to know everything, nodded and explained softly, "I used to wander around the border between Beihu and Shaman, and occasionally because of the lack of supplies, I would come and go in Beihu like this. There have been no incidents of wolves hurting people."

There will be human wolves on the grassland, that is, children raised by wolves, who can lead the entire wolf pack like this, especially this special wolf pack is the most powerful wolf pack on the grassland, it is really unimaginable.

"That's why they secretly called the man the son of the wolf god." Fang Guanyan read the letter at a glance, then folded it up and lit it on the bonfire, watching it completely burnt to ashes before closing his eyes.

Zhou Chengyi is not very interested in stories full of mythology, but is more interested in "white-haired men".

It is a pity that Fang Guanyan is not a god after all, and his understanding of this rumor is limited to hearing, and he has not inquired about it in depth.

Seeing Zhou Chengyi's sudden lack of interest, Fang Guanyan thought for a while, and took out the three copper coins of the housekeeper, "Why don't I do the math?"

"Can this be calculated?" Zhou Chengyi leaned over curiously, to see what kind of artifact these three copper plates looked like.

"Just for fun, to make you happy." Fang Guanyan said, and immediately started preparations.

However, for some unknown reason, the hexagrams he predicted recently were always very strange. When he predicted the son of the wolf god, the hexagrams pointed directly at Zhou Chengyi.

"I've never seen a wolf before." Zhou Chengyi raised his hand and covered his mouth vainly, with a look of deep thought, but there was a slight dimple on his lips.

Fang Guanyan's face was quite red, and at the same time, he also noticed that he always made mistakes in divination in front of Zhou Chengyi, either he couldn't figure it out, or he couldn't calculate it, and now he was confused... Could it be that there is a nemesis in divination?

He couldn't figure it out, but he couldn't figure out the reason, so he put it aside for the time being.

With Zhong Liyue on the front line, there won't be any big troubles, and the envoys don't need to hurry, it's still leisurely.

"It's getting late, let's set up camp and rest, we'll be there tomorrow." Zhou Chengyi said as he got off his horse, sat down on a random rock, took out a few pieces of paper and a quill pen and began to write and draw.

The others thought that he was dealing with some official business, so they tactfully did not come forward to disturb him, and took the initiative to leave a large space for His Royal Highness King Rui.

Only Fang Guanyan knew that Zhou Chengyi was writing a novel.

In fact, Fang Guanyan noticed Zhou Chengyi's unusual quietness early in the morning, and he would be like this when he was on the horse at first. After being warned by Fang Guanyan, he would only take out banknotes during the rest time.

This state can be seen at a glance as an outline.

Zhou Chengyi is a very bipolar person. When he procrastinates, he can procrastinate for a long time. For example, although the serialization of "Yi Chenzhou's Future Diary" has just passed more than half, in fact his final draft has been submitted for a long time. There was never any mention of opening a new article.

But once he thinks about what to write, he will put his heart into it, forgetting to sleep and eat, forgetting himself, even Fang Guanyan sometimes has to call him several times before calling him back to his soul, and always writes in the room at night. Guan Yan only put down his pen at the last second when he made up his mind.

Fang Guanyan occasionally finds it funny to watch, and can't help pinching his face while he is concentrating.

The time Fang Guanyan shared the study with him was longer than the time he spent in that small house in Chang'an combined. He naturally knew what Zhou Chengyi needed now, so he didn't bother him.

It wasn't until Zhou Chengyi finished writing that he asked curiously, "What did you write?"

"Love story." Zhou Chengyi pursed his lips happily, the little dimple looming at the corner of his lips.

What Zhou Chengyi said before about writing a love book was not just a joke, he was really thinking about it seriously, but he didn't have any clues before, so he put it on hold for now.

Now that he has finally written the outline of this article, he can't wait to show Fang Guanyan the first one, and he blinked, "This is a tailor-made article for us."

"That's it." Fang Guanyan picked it up and looked at it carefully.

"Where He Is" tells the story of Lu Boxu, the young master of the Lu family, who went to Beijing to rush for an exam, bought a house, met Duan Hanyi in it, and fell in love with him.There are some fantasy and suspenseful plots mixed in, this Duan Hanyi is no longer a human being, but a ghost who died of injustice.

To put it bluntly, there is still a ghost.

Fang Guanyan read the outline as a whole, and it is true that the main line is emotion, and the suspense and investigation of Duan Hanyi's death is the secondary line.

Speaking of which, although Zhou Chengyi wrote the love story in one volume in the first "Fox Dream", in the later articles, almost none of the protagonists have a relationship, and there are even few confidante friends.

Fang Guanyan was really curious and looking forward to it, and couldn't help urging Zhou Chengyi to write quickly.

Seeing that he wanted to read so much, Zhou Chengyi immediately turned his power to the maximum, and successfully wrote [-] words on the way to Yanyun, and handed the manuscript to Fang Guanyan with a yawn.

Fang Guanyan immediately lowered his head to look. As he watched, his hand holding the rein became tighter and his back began to feel cold.

I didn’t feel anything when I just read the outline before and found out that it was a love affair between humans and ghosts. However, when I read the text, I finally sensed the deep malice of the author Zhou Chengyi from the lines. Four words, no matter how you look at it, it is so ghostly and bloody.

There is a short prologue at the beginning, which looks a bit endless, more like a ballad:

[The water in the lake is cool, and the autumn wind is cold.

Duan Hanyi looked up in the lake.

Lu Boxu looked down and met his eyes.

A pair of beautiful out-of-focus eyes.

"What are you looking at? What's there?" The friend was puzzled.

Young Master Lu supported his head and said with a smile, "He's there."]

When Fang Guanyan saw this, he didn't notice anything was wrong, and then turned the page without any mental preparation.

At the beginning, Lu Boxu bought the house. This house is very beautiful, but the selling price is not high. It is said that it has been vacant for more than 12 years. However, the house is not dirty, and the flowers and plants in the yard are also beautifully pruned. , it seems that someone has been bothering to take care of it.

Lu Boxu only thought that the house seller had asked someone to clean it up, and he didn't pay attention to these small things.

The only strange thing is that when Lu Boxu looked at the lake from the Huxin Pavilion, he seemed to see a pair of beautifully shaped eyes in the lake.

Lu Boxu only thought that his eyes were uncomfortable after studying for a long time. The lake is so big but there is nothing there, so he ordered his servants to say, "Let's raise some koi carp in the lake, watch the excitement, and plant some lotus flowers. Next year, we will go boating to pick lotus pods. It would be a fun thing.”

The cool wind blew up abruptly, wrinkling the water in the lake, but when it fell on his ears, it was gentle and tender, and his ears warmed up slightly, as if someone whispered in his ears.

Lu Boxu touched his earlobe, and inexplicably turned his head to look at the calm lake again.

Although the Lu family is not from Beijing, it is also a family of bells and lanterns. Naturally, many people are willing to cling to the young master Lu Boxu when he comes to Beijing. Sigh, he is a well-deserved handsome man, as is the contemporary Wei Jie.

There were too many people coming, so Lu Boxu held a feast of flowing cups of Qushui in the mansion. The so-called flowing cups of Qushui means that people sit on both sides of the small canal, and the upstream wine glasses flow down the river, and whoever stops in front of the water will drink the wine. And recite poems and compose Fu.

Lu Boxu asked someone to dig a canal for hundreds of people to sit in, and the water from the lake was naturally drawn.

The Banquet of Qushui Liuchang was very lively. Under everyone's expectation, the wine cup finally stopped in front of Lu Boxu. He smiled and reached out to fetch the wine cup. His fingertips submerged in the water suddenly felt cold. There is also the feeling of being pulled, as if someone held his fingertips, and then quickly released them.

The coolness spread directly from his fingertips to his heart, Lu Boxu's eyes were dark, and he took off the wine cup after a while.

Lu Boxu didn't drink well, he felt a little dizzy after drinking one cup, he asked someone to help him to rest in the gazebo, and fell asleep leaning on the railing unconsciously.

In the dream, the coolness invaded the limbs, and there were hands around his neck, which seemed to hug him from behind, and the hands brushed against the cheeks, which was bitingly cold, but the breath in the ears was warm.

"I'm here, do you see me?" There was a soft whisper, gentle and tender, like a lover's whisper.

Lu Boxu opened his eyes suddenly, and met a pair of extremely beautiful eyes.

However, he didn't have time to search for those eyes. At this moment, he was lying in the lake, feeling suddenly suffocated...

Lu Boxu got up abruptly and swam up to the pavilion with all his strength. He was a little annoyed and wanted to reprimand his servants, but he found out that he himself wanted to go into the water.

Later, things became even more weird. Lu Boxu often felt cold hands holding his wrists or ankles in his sleep. He did not have nightmares, nor did he feel uncomfortable. The feeling in the dream was very real. The pair of beautiful eyes will always remain in the memory and cannot be forgotten.

Lu Boxu felt it again in his sleep, and he couldn't help but said, "Your hands are cold, and I will get sick."

His voice was calm and self-possessed, without any fear in it, the coolness paused for a moment, then disappeared suddenly.When he opened his eyes the next day, he found that half of the bed had been vacated for some reason, and the half vacated by the pillow was wet.

Naturally, Lu Boxu began to ask people to inquire about the information of this house, and unexpectedly learned that this house was haunted by ghosts, and the owners who changed back and forth almost ran away in despair.

"I heard that someone died!" The servant said in fear, "Master, let's move out!"

"... If there is a ghost, I would like to catch it." Lu Boxu said and touched his wrist.

Lu Boxu is a little prince, he looks gentle and polite, but he is actually a bit bold. Not only is he not afraid of ghosts, but he also wants to catch him and have a look.

Lu Boxu ran directly to the Huxin Pavilion. He sat on the edge, put his feet into the lake and stirred it, creating a vortex.

"What kind of a gentleman is sneaking around? If you have the ability, just show up in front of me." He raised his chin slightly, with a confident and proud expression, provocatively clean-eyed.

And that night, that ghost really came...

The content of [-] words will stop here.

Fang Guanyan's hand holding the manuscript was stiff, and when the wind blew over, even though the heat was steaming, he couldn't help shivering, feeling the cold touch that Lu Boxu felt directly penetrating through the text, wrapped around his limbs.

"..." Fang Guanyan couldn't help shaking, and the doubt in his heart was directly expressed on his face: Is this really a love story, not some horror and suspense novel?

Zhou Chengyi was in a good mood after handing in the manuscript. He was full of confidence in this manuscript, which he put a lot of effort into. He sat astride the horse with a face as if nothing had happened, but in fact his eyes were rolled to the side, secretly poking for praise, and his chin was raised. up.

Seeing Fang Guanyan trembling, he asked him worriedly and puzzled, "Are you cold?"

This is a very hot day, and the main reason why the horses are not fast on the road is that the weather is such that both people and horses are prone to heatstroke and dehydration. If you are not in a hurry, it is better to go slowly.

"Not cold." Fang Guanyan was silent for a while after answering, and changed his words a few times. For the first time, the left servant of Li Fan Yuan found it so difficult to speak, so he asked tentatively after a while, "Do you think so?" Tailor-made for us, so who is me here?"

He stared nervously at Zhou Chengyi's lips, afraid that he would say it was Lu Boxu, but also afraid that he would say it was the ghost in the water.

Zhou Chengyi shook his head, "It's all and it's not. Lu Boxu's personality is like yours, and his way of doing things is in the same line as mine. Duan Hanyi's eyes are like yours, and his behavior is more like mine..."

He counted the settings of the two characters in detail, and it sounded like he was discussing whether the child was like a father or a mother. The warm tone made Fang Guanyan's expression change, and he hesitated to speak several times.

Fang Guanyan uncontrollably recalled the pair of beautiful eyes mentioned many times in the article, and couldn't help but think about the various abnormal behaviors of the other protagonist who came out with a cold air , suddenly fell silent.

The eyes he looked at Zhou Chengyi were so complicated that it was impossible to identify them one by one.

"Ayi," he paused, and finally thought about swallowing those words, and only left a sentence like a promise, "If you want to do something, I can cooperate."

Zhou Chengyi blinked, a little confused.

But the envoys had already arrived in Yanyun City, Zhou Chengyi's doubts could only be put aside for the time being, and Fang Guanyan heaved a sigh of relief.

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Zhou Chengyi: I want to write about sweet love!

Fang Guanyan: ... (shaking) Sweet, really sweet, sweet head is about to fall off.

Fu Qian after receiving the manuscript:? ? ? ?

Readers who later found out that this turned out to be a customized CP text:? ? ? ?

The prince's love sweet masterpiece hahahahahaha.

感谢在2021-07-1723:07:07~2021-07-1823:34:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of transparent fans; 11 bottles of fallen Yu Angel; 10 bottles of Guofeng Girl;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!