I write novels in the East Palace

"Should...it's not that serious, right?" Zhou Chengyi picked his fingers, feeling a little guilty, and even his tone became much weaker, "The imperial court doesn't engage in pornography."

Fang Guanyan always heard some unfamiliar words from him, but he was used to asking straightforwardly: "What is anti-pornography?"

Zhou Chengyi explained, and Fang Guanyan understood, but said, "Places like Qinlou and Chuguan are indeed not affected. There are not a few officials who have sex with prostitutes. There were even special official prostitutes in the previous dynasty. She is a woman from a rich family, so she is not unpitiful, so when Gao Zu came to the throne, he abolished this item."

Although the official prostitutes were abolished, those places for playing and singing were not banned, and there were even more official support behind them.

However, not anti-pornography does not mean that things that are regarded as filthy things can be circulated in the market openly. Even if they are bought and sold, they are mostly private transactions.

"If you publish it like this, those sour scholars will probably scold you again." Fang Guanyan was joking, but felt distressed when he said it.

Zhou Chengyi himself thought it didn't matter, but seeing the emotion in the subject's eyes, he patiently stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, and said in relief, "Anyway, since I started writing, I rarely don't get scolded, and being calm makes me uneasy, so you Don't worry so much."

Fang Guanyan laughed.

Zhou Chengyi asked curiously, "Do you think Fu Qian will publish it?"

"Yes." Fang Guanyan said affirmatively, "There are countless people in the world looking for works about Zhige. He always upholds his heart and does not stop because of the limited subject matter. Moreover, there is no law in the Xiao Kingdom that prohibits publishing."

In other words, the country's laws are imperfect, and there is no rule that what kind of books should be published and what kind of books should not be published. Fu Qian can see clearly that he can't get along with money.

Zhou Chengyi's lips were tightly pursed, and there was a small dimple looming. He muttered, "It turned out to be these insignificant reasons. Shouldn't my article be published when I saw that he was willing to violate the rules?"

"My writing is so good!" Zhou Chengyi said secretly looking at Fang Guanyan's direction and observing his expression.

Fang Guanyan: "..." He always thought this was good, referring not to the writing but to other things in it.

Zhou Chengyi saw that he was silent and didn't answer, so he deliberately went up to ask, "Is my writing not good?"

Fang Guanyan silently picked up a cup of tea and drank it down, and then uttered the word "good" with a slightly red face.

There was tenderness and sweetness over there, while the manuscripts here were divided into two batches and entered Beijing one after another.

It can be said that Fu Qian was very happy when he first received the manuscript sent from the north, after all, it was Zhou Chengyi's first manuscript written after a few months.

The style of "Where He Is" looks a bit scary overall, like the second volume of Fox Dream, with a strong suspenseful ghost story color.

Before Xinghailiu was born, popular novels about martial arts and gods and ghosts were the most popular in the market, with many readers and a wide audience, and they were also the hardest hit by the same stereotypes.

"Fox Dream" belongs to the category of gods and ghosts according to a large scale, but what is novel lies in the writing method and setting that make people forget the vulgarity.

Although this theme is much weaker than before, it is still a popular theme. All major bookstores accept it openly, and the treatment is much better than that of martial arts.

After all, I have basically written everything that can be written in Jianghu Fengyun, and it is difficult to innovate on it. However, there are countless possibilities for themes of gods and ghosts. There are basically new things circulating in the market.

Fu Qian was very satisfied with this new article, but at the same time he was a little surprised, "I thought I wouldn't write repetitive topics."

He muttered something in a low voice, and asked someone to take down the [-] words at the beginning and prepare for publication.

Although His Royal Highness King Rui had a record of delaying the manuscript when serializing "Yi Chenzhou's Future Diary", but now that Fang Guanyan is with him, he is still willing to believe it once.

Facts have proved that His Royal Highness King Rui is still very trustworthy, and it didn't take long for Fu Qian to receive the second manuscript, which was a thick pile of about [-] words.

However, Fu Qian's good mood came to an abrupt end when he saw the content of the manuscript.

It was already late when the post station delivered the manuscript, and Luo Yi was off work at first, but as soon as Fu Qian received the manuscript, he sent someone to his house to invite him, and he hurried over immediately, and saw Fu Qian A sluggish look.

"What's the matter? Is the following plot very exciting?" Luo Yi, as one of the chief editors of Chang'an Bookstore, naturally read the manuscript of "Where He Is", and couldn't wait to step forward.

He took the manuscript, looked around, his brows were slightly wrinkled, stretched, and wrinkled again.

When seeing those exciting scenes inside, Luo Yi really blushed, closed his eyes and rubbed them hard, then opened them again: ...very good, not a single word has changed.

He flipped to the beginning and the end of the article, and confirmed that the line next to the title of the article was indeed the word Zhi Ge, and the stamp on it was indeed a private seal.

"What is this? Someone is using Zhi Ge's name to tease us?" Luo Yi asked in disbelief.

Fu Qian looked at him, and asked after a while, "Is there still time if I don't publish this book?"

"Be sober, the second issue will be released tomorrow." Luo Yi unceremoniously exposed his delusion.

As Fang Guanyan said, the envoys of the Western Regions had reached their limit, and after two days of delay, they agreed to sign the treaty.

In fact, a big problem is that winter is coming soon.

The cold days in the north are very long. From October to March and April next year, people will freeze to death.

Beihu and the Western Regions are both in the grasslands, and the winter in the grasslands is very sad, while the Western Regions are relatively better.

One is because the Western Regions have charcoal, and the mining efficiency is low but they can be self-sufficient; the second is that the Western Regions have absorbed the ideas of the Central Plains people while retaining grazing, and the construction of the city is more attentive than the Beihu; Cangzhou exchanged a lot of winter supplies.

And now that Shuicheng has been reduced to a negotiation condition, there is one less usable coal mine in the Western Regions, and it is still the largest one; the exchange of materials is even more thought about, even though both sides have stopped fighting, the fallen corpses did not just stop there. disappear.

After signing the treaty with the Western Regions, Xiao Jun all evacuated the two cities of Baiyun and Suyun the next day, and the Pingyuan Racecourse returned to them. There are about 2000 mature horses waiting to be sold in it, and the low price is given priority to Zhongliyue.

This makes Zhongli very happy, he doesn't keep a straight face these days, he just grins when he sees people.

——Of course, this frightened the subordinates instead, and asked Shen Ping every day if something was going to happen.

And no matter how many times Shen Ping answered "nothing", few people believed it.

It stands to reason that the signing of the contract should be a happy event, but Fang Guanyan fell ill.

When Zhou Chengyi found out, he was already unconscious, so he hurriedly called for the imperial doctor.

The Cangzhou epidemic has been effectively controlled and treated, and the number of sick people has gradually decreased. Now everyone can basically travel normally, but this does not mean that no one will be infected. It is precisely because of this situation that I am worried about this situation, so I cannot carry a cold or fever. The imperial doctors almost became the attending doctors in the countryside.

The person who came, Zhou Chengyi, happened to meet once.

It was the imperial doctor Duan Zhizhang who he ordered to go to Chang'an Bookstore to pick up the books just before the Cangzhou epidemic just broke out. This imperial doctor was later the chief medical team leader.

The two leading physicians, Imperial Physician Duan and Imperial Physician Shen Chong, contributed a lot to researching out suitable medicines.

"It's nothing serious, it's just that it was tense before, and today it finally loosened, and I became sick." To put it bluntly, it was actually too much pressure before.

Zhou Chengyi naturally knew where Fang Guanyan's pressure came from.Starting from the mission to Shaman, things happened one after another, and now it finally stopped. At least for a hundred years, it is impossible to fight again at the border.

Everything has officially come to an end, Fang Guanyan is like a deflated ball, his whole body is limp.

Zhou Chengyi sent Duan Zhizhang away, asked someone to fry the herbs, and fetched water to wipe Fang Guanyan's face.

"Why are you so stupid? You keep everything in your heart, and I don't even say it." Zhou Chengyi couldn't help pinching Xiafang Guanyan's cheek as he spoke, "You're so cute when you're asleep."

As soon as it entered October, a heavy snowfall came quickly and violently. It never stopped day and night, and it was covered with snow as far as the eye could see.

There are many snowstorms in the north, and it is not a good thing to keep on falling. Fortunately, the next morning, the sun was shining brightly, and the snow outside had stopped. Zhong Liyue sent thousands of soldiers to remove the snow and rescue those who were blocked by the snow. Unlucky people who can't come out.

Zhou Chengyi pushed open the window, looked at the calf-high snow outside, rubbed his hands together, let out a sigh of relief, and smiled at the people in the room, "The winter here is much colder than in Chang'an, and the snow comes earlier and heavier. .”

"Ahem..." A muffled, uncontrollable cough came from the room.

Zhou Chengyi immediately closed the window, and the light in the room dimmed a lot.

"Feeling alright? The wind just picked up, so it should have been closed in time." Zhou Chengyi walked around the screen and looked at Fang Guanyan's red eyes with annoyed expression.

Fang Guanyan leaned against the bed, frowning uncomfortably, speaking hoarsely, trying to suppress the itching in his throat, "I also want to go out and see the snow."

"When you recover, we can not only go to see the snow, but also have a snowball fight." Zhou Chengyi stretched out his hand and pushed him back to the bed easily, and naturally cut his hair, "The winter in the north is very long, this is just the beginning, don't worry .”

Fang Guanyan did feel drowsy, and fell asleep after lying down for a while.

Fang Guanyan's wind and cold were fierce, and it took him a long time to get better, and Zhou Chengyi really kept his promise to take him out for a snowball fight.

They had a lot of fun, and the price of being happy was that Fang Guanyan recovered and Zhou Chengyi started to get sick again.

But this is obviously not as serious as Fang Guanyan's, it's just that his nose is stuffy and runny, and he doesn't even have a cough.

Zhou Chengyi received Zhou Chengyu's secret letter this day, and he opened it to read it.

"It turns out that the new year's imperial examination is coming." This year, major events happened frequently. Those who passed the exam planned to wait for the imperial examination.

And even if this matter is not disclosed publicly, someone with a little intelligence can think of it, so one can imagine how tragic this year's imperial examination will be.

Zhou Chengyi sighed, and looking back, the corners of his lips twitched uncontrollably.

Zhou Chengyu sincerely invited Zhou Chengyi to be the questioner on the grounds that all the officials were too busy to hand in the questions. Other subjects only needed to give two or three questions, but the arithmetic was solely responsible.

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Zhou Chengyu: The imperial court needs people, and everyone is very busy. Please let the fourth brother come up with a question.

Zhou Chengyi: Start to think about the three-dimensional geometry of the function sequence displacement...

Juren: ...?The imperial court wants us to die?