I write novels in the East Palace

Regarding the anger of Mr. Zheng and several colleagues, Prime Minister Fang remained calm.

He sipped his tea gracefully, pretending to be puzzled and asked: "Fang's old shabby living room cultivated his body and cultivated his character. I don't know when it happened, but Master Zheng was so furious?"

"What else can it be! Just look at the messy things written here!" Mr. Zheng snorted coldly, flicking his sleeves, staring at the magazine that was thrown to pieces on the ground, as if he was reading some bloody revenge archenemy.

The steward saw the familiar cover with keen eyes, and his eyelids twitched immediately.He stepped forward to collect the scattered books with a wink, and presented them to the table in front of the master.

Prime Minister Fang just glanced at it casually, without opening the cover, and his expression was calm as if he had never read the book before.

He said calmly, "Since you know it's nonsense, why waste your mind on it."

"Prime Minister, you don't know! The "Fox Dream" here is really the barking of wild animals. Although there is nothing out of line between the lines, the meaning is to slander the court officials and ridicule the words of the Holy Majesty!" Mr. Zheng clasped his fists and said He made a bow on the head, and the resentment was hard to calm down between his words.

The people who came with him also followed suit.

Prime Minister Fang looked at Mr. Zheng who asked to go to the heavens to listen, and nodded first, "If it is really so excessive, it is indeed necessary to investigate strictly, but—"

"Everyone must have heard about the situation of Ningshou Palace." Prime Minister Fang said, "Your Majesty recruited Duke Ding's young son, Prince Ding and the Fifth Prince to attend the sick. It has been three days since he left the palace. There is no news, I am afraid there will be more bad luck than good luck."

"At such a time, bringing up such a trivial matter, wouldn't it just upset His Majesty for nothing?"

Master Zheng disagreed, "It's such a trivial matter!"

"Is it still a big deal?" Prime Minister Fang directly threw out several livelihood issues and made everyone dumb.

He pulled the corner of his lower lip and stood up, flipped a page casually with his fingers, and said in a calm and flat tone, "Autumn is here, and winter snow is coming. Instead of trying to figure out whether this pastime has ulterior motives, you should actually think about the north. How many bones will be frozen to death in this winter."

Everyone was startled, and got up in shame.

However, Prime Minister Fang just waved his hands, and they said goodbye sadly, and the matter of the above table was over.

A moment later, an unremarkable servant came out of the prime minister's mansion through the back door. He circled the capital for a long time before entering Chang'an Bookstore when it was getting dark.

"Shopkeeper, is there a book that publishes Mr. Zigu's articles?" The servant asked loudly.

"Yes, yes, it's a coincidence that you came here. The newly printed "Chang'an" is still warm when you touch it." The shopkeeper smiled.

The boy gladly asked for two books called the shopkeeper and wrapped them in oiled paper, "The weather is dreary, it looks like it's going to rain, please find something to wrap the books for me, so as not to get them wet."

The shopkeeper took a look at the strange sky outside, but he agreed and bent down to find the oil paper.

At this moment, the servant quietly put a letter into the wooden box for receiving letters from readers.

In the middle of the night, Fu Qian hurried to his friend's house with a lantern, opened the door and said with a wry smile, "Sure enough, we can't take any chances. You guessed right, some officials have already read the book and wanted to sue."

"This time, the prime minister persuaded people to stop, so what about next time? There are too many times, and there will always be doubts." Fu Qian lamented, and it was a pity.

He took a fancy to that person's talent, but the most indispensable thing in the world was talented people, and what he valued more was the ability of the other party to realize his talent.

There may be many people who imitate his writing style in the future, and among them there must be successful ones. This is an inevitable trend of historical development, and it is impossible to avoid it whether you want it or not.However, there is only one Mr. Zhige in this world after all, and no amount of Taoists can shake the position of the Taoist.

Maybe someone is more commercial than him, maybe someone is more literary than him, or maybe a combination of both.

However, no one will give him the feeling of being astonished at first sight.

It was like a firefly that a trapped animal saw in the dark. No matter how bright and warm the sun and stove were, it was not as shocking as that little firefly.

Fu Qian sighed, Fang Guanyan had already read the contents of the letter, his mentality was much better than Fu Qian's, and said, "There will be no next time in a short time."

"Aren't you already publishing the new volume?" Compared with the magical writing at the end of the Yinbing volume, the overall volume of the stealing life is much more regular, and the unique thing is the theme.

"It's too late, one piece and one piece, that one controls it very well." Fang Guanyan praised.

"..." Fu Qian couldn't bear to look straight at him, "I know he's good, but you don't have to boast like this? He's not here, so what's the use of you boasting to me."

Fang Guanyan didn't answer, but just calmly crossed the river and demolished the bridge, and swept Fu Qian out.

In fact, both of them guessed right. Normally speaking, Zhou Chengyi's upcoming stealth book will soon break this public opinion scene. If this opportunity is missed, at least until Zhou Chengyi's next critical work comes out, everyone will There will no longer be anyone who has nothing to do to make a report on this matter.

But both of them only considered the external cause, but no one thought about the internal cause.

The death knell of Ningshou Palace didn't make Zhou Chengyi pay much attention.

Not to mention that the original owner had no contact with this Concubine Xu, even now, as a deposed prince imprisoned, he can do nothing but express his regret out of humanitarianism.

Zhou Chengyi quickly returned to the outline of Pirates Dream with the sound of the bell and the faint humming.

After he finished writing the outline, it was already time to light the lamp in the middle of the night.

"Your Highness, it's time to rest." Chang Xia's shadow was elongated by the candlelight, and it swayed on the doors and windows.

"Here we come." Zhou Chengyi gathered his outer robe, frowned and walked out while pressing his slightly painful wrist.

I don't know if it's because the weather started to turn cold, but the original owner's limp wrist suddenly started to hurt after using too much.

At the beginning, it was the kind of soreness that people didn't pay much attention to, but gradually it became a fine and dense pain like needle pricks.

Zhou Chengyi was concentrating on writing at the time, trying to ignore the pain, and only now began to explore in the memory of the original owner, and then learned that this pain is not called pain now, but in winter, it hurts so badly that people even take out their pens Can't help it, the wrist part will even swell up.

"Arthritis? Or gout?" Zhou Chengyi rubbed his wrist and muttered to himself.

Chang Xia didn't understand what it meant, seeing Zhou Chengyi's wrist movement, he just thought that he was tired from writing and his wrist was sore again.

Because of Zhou Chengyi's uncomfortable wrist, it was rare for him to ask Chang Xia to take care of him after washing. He had just taken off his coat and was about to go to bed when he heard a movement outside.

"What's going on?" Zhou Chengyi's tone was a little irritable. Although the pain in his wrist was not as strong as before, it was still lingering and annoying.

Chang Xia immediately said, "I'll go and have a look."

After a while, Chang Xia came back with a strange and suspicious look on his face, "His Royal Highness, it's the eunuch Zhu Chunfu, Eunuch Zhu Chunfu, who is the supervisor of ceremonies."

Zhu Chunfu was one of Wang He's subordinates, so he must have obeyed the emperor's orders when he came there.

Zhou Chengyi's eyebrows twitched inexplicably, and he had a bad premonition: "What is he here for?"

"Say yes... say that His Majesty ordered you to go to... Ningshou Palace to watch the night."

Zhou Chengyi raised his eyebrows quite unexpectedly.

As the Empress Dowager's bedroom, Ningshou Palace has a very good geographical location. It is right behind Qianyuan Palace, the most central location in the entire harem, not far from the East Palace.

The emperor not only asked Zhou Chengyi to watch the night in the mourning hall, but also forbade him to take anyone with him, so he had to go alone.

After inquiring at the beginning, he discovered that Zhu Chunfu was a watertight person, Zhou Chengyi didn't speak all the way, but was thinking about the reason why the emperor, who had never heard of it, suddenly came here with a fake corpse.

Of course this thinking is useless.

The original owner was a prince since he was a child, and he was severely abused by the education of the emperor and his ministers. In his eyes, the emperor was the emperor first, and then his father. He yearned for and feared the emperor's senses.

He longs for closeness, but sticks to his duty and never crosses the threshold, so the relationship between father and son gradually cools down; he longs for attention, but restricts himself, making himself disappear from everyone, so the emperor's expectations gradually fade away.

Zhou Chengyi carefully searched the original owner's memory, and found that this stupid prince had never looked directly at Tianyan since he turned sixteen, even if Tianyan was his own father.

The original owner, the dignified prince, really took extreme care and prudence.

In fact, if this is placed in an ordinary drama of seizing the throne, it would be good to have such an awesome Uncle God of War, be cautious in his words and deeds, but the problem is that in this drama of seizing the throne, the emperor's heirs are thin!

If he doesn't take the time to show it, his father is of course worried about handing over the country.

If you don't abolish whoever is abolished!

Regarding this, Zhou Chengyi just wanted to say: it was that pedant who taught the dignified prince to be in such a bad state, if he stood up, he promised not to beat him to death.

All in all, the memory of the original owner has no reference value, Zhou Chengyi can only take one step at a time.

"Your Highness, this old slave can only be sent here." Zhu Chunfu stopped before sending Zhou Chengyi to the main gate of Ningshou Palace.

Zhou Chengyi looked inside, and he could see the fire inside, and there were indeed no eunuchs and maids guarding it.

"Thank you, Father-in-Law." Whether it was due to the original owner's design or Zhou Chengyi himself, he subconsciously thanked him.

Zhu Chunfu seemed to be quite nostalgic and smiled.

Zhou Chengyi walked into the Ningshou Palace. He thought he was the only one there, but when he walked in, he found that Princess Huimin was kneeling and burning papers, and Xu Rui was asleep on her lap. Reflecting her tranquil face.

She sighed softly, reached out to wipe the tears off Xu Rui's face, and looked up to see him flashing in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"Could it be that His Majesty asked you to come here?" Princess Huimin didn't know what to think of, and she frowned and said angrily, "That's bad!"

Zhou Chengyi's heart skipped a beat.