I write novels in the East Palace

"Insanity is also called madness in the folks. It is recorded in "Shiyu Xinshuo". Its symptoms are sudden changes in temperament, surprising language, and the appearance of madness, so it got its name."

Fang Guanyan paused for a while, and then suddenly changed the subject when others suddenly realized, "But the term insanity is actually too general, and there are different types of madness. My teacher once said that there is a disease that is very similar to it. Likes and talents will change, and even the names will be different, as if there are two people living together, but they don't necessarily go crazy, often after experiencing bad things."

"There are people who understand yin and yang and the five elements call it returning the soul from a dead body, so they use various means to get rid of evil spirits. My teacher disagrees and calls him the disease of leaving the soul."

"I know the disease of leaving the soul!" Luo Yi became excited when he heard this, and he clasped his hands together and said, "When I joined the bookstore as an editor at the beginning of last year, I was fortunate enough to read an article by Immortal Chang, and the disease of leaving the soul was mentioned."

During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, when a hundred schools of thought were contending, there was a miscellaneous school of thought that collected ideas from all schools of thought. Chang Xianren was a master of the school of miscellaneous schools.

When Fu Qian took over the bookstore, he spent a lot of money to collect all of Chang Xianren's ink brushes, which can even be said to be the treasure of the store.

Pei Ju's eyes widened, and his face was full of doubts, "Isn't the dementia disease in the scriptures? Is it true that there is a dead body in the world?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Seeing the sudden silence in the atmosphere, Fu Qian said with a smile, "If the world really has the disease of leaving the soul, I'm afraid it's one, so I have to guess the author of this work."

He said, pointing to the sharp and unstoppable characters in the manuscript, "Look, the style of Zhigegong is original, thin and sharp like a chisel, even if it's just the shape of the characters, it's still unforgettable , which is completely different from what he used to say."

"It really looks like it was written by two people." Fu Qian said.

Everyone: "..."

After a moment of stagnation, the atmosphere gradually turned weird. Luo Yi and Pei Yi, two people who had always been difficult to deal with, took a step back in tacit understanding at the same time.

It was as if a ghost storyteller had seen a ghost before he finished speaking.

"..." Fang Guanyan didn't believe it, but felt that the manuscript in his hand suddenly became hot under the sudden movement of the two of them.

Fu Qian felt something was wrong, so he quickly clarified, "I was joking!"

"I don't believe it! Unless you prove it!" Both Luo Yi and Pei Yi didn't believe in ghosts and gods but both respected ghosts and gods, and because they were tricked, they deliberately made things difficult.

Fu Qian was helpless, "I can't even see him, how can I prove it to you?"

Fang Guanyan, who was making a fuss and looked down at the manuscript silently, said, "Although the fonts are slightly different, the details have not changed, so don't scare yourself."

The key point of everyone including Fu Qian was: "You call this a little discrepancy?"

This is obviously irrelevant.

Fang Guanyan understood the implication: "..."

Zhou Chengyi never expected that first he would lose his horse at the speed of light because of his ugly handwriting, and now his underwear was almost stripped off because of his beautiful handwriting.If he knew, he probably would have carried Brother Swan flying all night.

At this time, he was sitting in the pavilion in the mountain, facing the heroine in silence, while the heroine Shen Ping was holding the new issue of "Chang'an" magazine, frowning at his work.

How could things be like this? We have to go back a bit.

After the red-tape sacrifice ceremony was over, the emperor called the courtiers to one place to deal with government affairs, and Zhou Chengyao naturally went to cultivate family relationship with Concubine Min, mother and son.

Zhou Chengyi, who was alone, had a meal and went out for a walk. He was a little tired from walking, and wanted to find a place to rest, so he came to this pavilion. On the stone table in the middle of the pavilion, there was a Guqin and other things. It is the master who has left temporarily.

Before his butt was hot, the master came back, and it happened to be Shen Ping.

In fact, Zhou Chengyi had been thinking about whether or not he should avenge the original owner who was calculated to death from the moment he saw Shen Ping today.

Although the original owner died quite aggrieved, but in fact there was not much resentment, at least Zhou Chengyi didn't feel it.

——Except when meeting Zhou Chengyao for the first time, the emotions belonging to the original owner suddenly surged violently, but after that, no matter who they saw, they were extremely calm.

Regarding his own failure and death, the original owner was very calm, or for him who was trembling with the title of prince for fear of making mistakes, this was actually a kind of liberation.

Zhou Chengyi was originally an outsider, and never thought of entering the game again. He had no real feelings for Shen Ping, and he didn't know whether he should intervene.

He is very clear that this is a real world, and he is quite disapproving of things like the halo of the heroine.

But at present, he is not in an embarrassing situation. The emperor took the opportunity to beat him a few days ago. If he wants to do something, now is not the time.

Thinking of this, Zhou Chengyi temporarily put the matter aside.

"I have seen Your Highness." Shen Ping paused when she saw him, then she saluted calmly and sat down at the stone table.

It was only then that Zhou Chengyi realized that she was actually holding a book in her hand, and simply drew two ink strokes on the cover, large or small, and wrote a lot of words, all surrounded by the elegant, elegant and quite The ten characters of Xianfeng.

——The wonderful synopsis on this cover was naturally figured out by Fu Qian in order to sell the book better.

It was faster than what Mr. Zigu said. As soon as the second issue of the magazine came out, many followers rushed to the foot of the capital, and some shameless ones even appropriated the cover and changed the cover verse.

Not everyone can use movable type printing these days, and the book copying industry is very developed, let alone copyright law, the ancients didn't even know what copyright is, and the only thing that can be mastered and monopolized by authors is Judu.

There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people. Today, there are a thousand sentences for a thousand masters.

Various teaching methods such as "passing on word of mouth" and "reading the book a hundred times will reveal its meaning" hinder the spread of culture, but invisibly elevate the importance of literati.

This is why Zhou Chengyi's promotion of punctuation marks will be resisted by the literati headed by the old Mr. Song Xuwen, who think it is forgetting the ancestors.

After testing the waters in the early stage, the cover of this issue has been well grasped. Except that there is no color printing and the cover picture is relatively scribbled, there is already a prototype of a modern novel publication.

On the far right side of the cover page, the fourth issue is also marked in official script, and a red stamp with the character "卤" is stamped. It is said that if you collect all the twelve-day dry red stamps, you can buy a new issue of the magazine for only [-]% of the price .

Isn't this a method similar to point discounts to promote consumption!

Zhou Chengyi was shocked when he saw it, and couldn't help feeling:

Sure enough, no matter what era there are horses or horses.

Fu Qian really deserves to be a generation of profiteers. Once the limitations of the times are opened up for him, he will be able to show an advanced way of thinking, and come up with ideas for making money one by one.

When Zhou Chengyi's thoughts diverged, Shen Ping looked at the cover, as if he had found something he was interested in, and opened the book gracefully and quickly.Zhou Chengyi didn't deliberately count the pages, but the article that couldn't stand him was the first one, so there was no need to count it!

So, there is the current scene.

Shen Ping read it quickly, but after reading it, she didn't turn back. Instead, she turned back and looked again, probably looking for a foreshadowing.

He seemed to remember that in the original book, Shen Ping was also one of the most talented women in Beijing, otherwise, she would not have been able to marry the fifth prince as a side concubine as a mere concubine of the grand master.

How about... Ask about the after-view?

Zhou Chengyi hadn't received letters from readers for a long time, and it coincided with the publication of a new volume, after all, he couldn't hold back.

He coughed and opened his mouth tentatively, "Are you watching Zhi Ge's "Fox Dream"?"

Shen Ping paused and looked up, then nodded reservedly, "Your Highness has also seen it?"

"I just heard about it." Zhou Chengyi casually asked the question he cared about most, "What do you think of his writing?"

"The style of writing is acceptable, and the novelty is the best." Shen Ping gave an eight-character evaluation almost without hesitation, paused and continued, "His last article was praised by many people, and the root cause is that the style is refreshing. The content of the story is not as pleasing as "Thirteen Niangs" by the white-clothed scholar, but it's second-rate, and I don't like it."

Zhou Chengyi: "..."

Having been doubled by the critical blow, he almost blurted out the phrase "recommend abandoning the article", but fortunately, his rationality stopped him in time, but his eyes still couldn't hide the change.

Although she quickly restrained herself, Shen Ping still had a keen sense of the pain on her back, but she only thought it was Wan Ping, her personal maid.

Wan Ping grew up with her and married into the Prince's Mansion with her. The relationship between them is very deep, not the ordinary friendship between master and servant. The reason why she reads this magazine is because Wan Ping likes to recommend it to her. He is a loyal supporter of Zhige, and he even wrote readers' letters, but his writing was so poor that he was not selected for the later "Readers' Reviews".

So Shen Ping didn't mind "Wan Ping"'s disrespectful gaze, and even wanted to laugh.

She changed the subject, "Although I don't like his first volume of stories, I really like this new issue of Stealth, and the name is also very good. Just for this story, I will also read "Fox Dream" as a book." set."

"Two sets," she said.

Why did you specifically tell me to have two sets? !

Zhou Chengyi's pupils shrank slightly, and he instantly felt that his thin vest was crumbling.

I heard a small happy short tone.

He raised his head following the sound, and the maid lowered her eyebrows and looked at her nose and heart in a sympathetic way, without even trembling her eyelids.

Zhou Chengyi: "..." It's over.

Feeling deeply that he couldn't stay any longer, Zhou Chengyi quickly found an excuse to get up and say goodbye, and went back to the palace he was allocated, intending to pay his respects to Concubine Min and his brother.

However, probably his luck fell to the bottom today, and things are always in a hurry.

When he arrived at Concubine Min's palace, he didn't see Concubine Min. Instead, he saw his cheap father reviewing the memorial over and over again and scolding his brother, "Running in the palace all day, it seems that your health is much better. If so, you Go to Taixue to attend lectures."

It was too late for Zhou Chengyi to retreat, the emperor saw him as soon as he raised his eyes.

He could only bite the bullet and step forward to salute.

"You came at a good time. The winter class in the South Study Room is about to start, you go and teach them, and you will only be angry with writing."