I write novels in the East Palace

Recently, Fu Qian didn't do anything every day, just looked forward to it in the bookstore, and finally gave Pan the fourth young master's reply on the fifth day.

"It's so thick!" He weighed the package, and couldn't wait to open it, and snatched the manuscript away to have a look at it, finally revealing his little father-in-law's dominance again.

Luo Yi didn't even have time to reach out his hand, he showed disgust, so he had to take out the letter left in the package instead, and the first time he opened it to read it, he sighed again for the rigorous cursive style of the other party's song, Then he lamented the noble character of the fourth son.

It's really different from someone who wants money to death.Luo Yi sighed, and glanced at someone.

The fourth son's manuscript is already looking forward to it, will Mr. Zhi Ge's manuscript, which has been diligent all the time, be far behind!

The answer is: Not only is it far away, but there is no shadow at all.

Fu Qian's good mood finally gradually turned into anxiety. He couldn't keep writing reminders, so he tried to find Fang Guanyan to analyze the situation. I missed it.

Ask about the servants, but the servants always say that he has entered the palace.

"This New Year's Eve is approaching, why does he always go to the palace?" Fu Qian was extremely puzzled, and finally decided to stay on guard.

Then it was only after Xu Shi that I successfully squatted down to the person.

As soon as Fang Guanyan entered the yard, he met a pair of gloomy eyes in the dark night, paused in his footsteps, and turned his head for a while, without any sign of being frightened, "Why are you here?"

Fu Qian's legs were numb from squatting, looking at Fang Guanyan with a resentful expression as if he was looking at a heartless man, and asked with a bit of melancholy in his tone, "What do you want to do by running into the palace every day? What do you want to do to that one?"

Fang Guanyan's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a little baffled, "What can I do to that one."

"I'm going to ask you that. It's rare for me to see you admire someone so much, even younger than you." Fu Qian was actually just teasing casually as before.

"It's because I'm younger that I feel more talented than I am. I'm ashamed of myself." Fang Guanyan poured himself a glass of water and drank it in one gulp. He drank in a hurry, and Yubai's fingertips Got some water.

"Praise to your face, don't always be in front of me. I finally met in Zuichunlou last time. His personality is indeed quite gentle, but he is more decisive than the rumors. I see that he gets along well with you."

Fu Qian said this again, and asked, "Why have you entered the palace so frequently recently?"

"Ouloye gave a lecture on Fanhua in Nan Study, and I am a little interested." Not long after the parent meeting, the winter class in Nan Study ended this year with a final exam, but although the course is over, the students But there is no ruthless whipping.

Now that the report card is out, of course it should be sent to the parents as soon as possible so that the students can feel at ease for the new year.

And the south study room that has been vacated is used for the teachers to study.

Fang Guanyan had probably already guessed what Fu Qian was here for, and used four words to puncture his fantasies about Zhi Ge's new manuscript, "Mr. is very busy."

Zhou Chengyi was indeed very busy. Since Ou Luoye started the Fan language class, he would stay in the South study room almost during the day, asking him to learn the language.

Ouloye, a missionary, is indeed a bit powerful. He came all the way from the West, passing through many countries, and he can speak many languages. Just the language of their country of Xiao, he can speak Luoyang Mandarin, Mongolian and Tibetan.And the language he speaks most fluently, besides his Eastern European language, is Old English—he lived there for more than three years.

It's a coincidence that apart from Chinese, Zhou Chengyi is only proficient in English.

Although there are many differences between ancient English and modern English, they remain the same, and the basic context is still the same. Sure enough, it didn't take long for him to be able to communicate with Oroye without barriers.

The other officials who studied together were ashamed, thinking that they were too good at it, and His Royal Highness was indeed talented in language, so they worked harder, especially Ye Shulang, whose level of Fan language improved by leaps and bounds, only behind Zhou Chengyi and Fang Guanyan.

Unlike Zhou Chengyi's dimensionality reduction attack, Fang Guanyan learned from scratch.

But maybe the god of learning who became famous all over the world at the age of ten is indeed different from the ordinary learning masters. While others are still stuttering to read words, Fang Guanyan can already communicate with Oroye in a simple way, and it is English and Eastern European. It will be all right.

Zhou Chengyi was really amazed.

Later, Ou Luoye invited Zhou Chengyi to be a translation assistant. He agreed and even recommended Fang Guanyan, "He is very talented in languages, maybe you should call him along."

Oroye also remembered this very good-looking person, so he readily agreed.

So in fact, these days Fang Guanyan sees the head and sees the end. Every morning, he goes to the South Study Room on time and returns home at night. In fact, the time in between is basically with Zhou Chengyi.

Whether intentional or not, the two of them inevitably became more familiar with each other.

In fact, although Zhou Chengyi was busy, it was basically a daytime job, and he was not so busy that he couldn't write a manuscript. The problem was still his own.

"Poor Scholar Farming" he would write [-] words every day before going to the South Study Room, and then write [-] words after returning. However, "Glass and Jade Bone" he deleted, deleted, and revised these days, and he just wrote the beginning.

It's not even Calvin, he has figured out the plot, but he always looks back after writing and feels dissatisfied, so the progress returns to zero.

This kind of thing happens every day, but he is writing a little more every day now, and it will be smoother in the future.

Just at his speed, there is definitely no way to connect to "Fox Dream".

After Zhou Chengyi realized it, he wrote a letter to inform Fu Qian.

So Fu Qian waited and waited until the end of the year. He didn't wait for a new manuscript, but he waited for a notice to open the skylight. Before the end of "Fox Dream", "Poor Scholar Farming" will be published, so there is no need to worry too much about the decline in sales of subsequent magazines.

On the New Year's Day, the five-day holiday in the court, the group study in the South Study Room naturally came to an end.

Because there is a funeral in the palace, although His Majesty does not require filial piety, it is not appropriate to hold it. Therefore, there are no palace banquets, only family banquets within the three generations of the royal family. Impossible to be absent.

Zhou Chengyi stayed up all night tidying up his things, got up a little late, and when he hurriedly arrived, everything was complete except for the emperor.

The fifth prince, Zhou Chengan, was on fire, "Fourth brother is finally here, please sit down in your seat, father is coming soon, if he sees you standing there, he will get angry."

"..." Shen Ping's hand that was turning the bracelet stopped slightly, and there was an invisible frown between his brows.

Zhou Chengyi squinted his eyes, he had been too busy not to find him to avenge the original owner, but this person jumped up at the opportunity, since his face was so itchy and owed him a slap, wouldn't it be rude for him not to exercise.

"Could it be that Gu is late?" Zhou Chengyi showed annoyed look on his face, and then asked about the time, but of course it didn't.

Immediately, his expression became cold, and he threw out the sentence "presumptuous" and took the lead, "Zhou Chengan, what is your intention to tarnish the image of your father for no reason?! Could it be that you are dissatisfied with your father?"

Zhou Chengan was suddenly given such a big hat, so he stood up from his seat and said angrily, "I didn't! You spitting blood!"

At this moment, "The Emperor is here" was chanted outside, and Zhou Chengan's expression changed.

Everyone stood up to greet Sheng Jia.

"Today's family banquet, you don't need to be too polite, you can relax a bit." The emperor waved his sleeves casually to interrupt everyone's meeting, strode to the main seat and sat down, then frowned and glanced at Zhou Chengan, "Old five , what happened during the Chinese New Year made you so unhappy, I heard your voice outside."

Then he looked at Zhou Chengyi again, "What are you doing standing there, sit in your seat."

Zhou Chengan heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words. It seems that his father didn't hear what he said before, but Zhou Chengyi twitched his brows. According to the two previous contacts, his cheap father always likes to throw bombs out of nowhere. I'm afraid he didn't hear it. .

Sure enough, when Zhou Chengyi was seated and was about to eat, the emperor suddenly said, "Fifth, I heard that you are quite dissatisfied with me?"

Zhou Chengan shook his hands, and the tofu in the chopsticks was directly broken into the bowl. He stood up abruptly and wanted to kneel, but the emperor pushed him back with a single sentence, "Gossip is commonplace, if you have something to say, don't just kneel."

"Father, father emperor," Zhou Chengan forced himself to be calm, "I am not dissatisfied with father emperor, it is because fourth brother misunderstood."

Zhou Chengyi was thoughtful: Why do you feel that this cheap brother is afraid of his cheap father?

"Oh, is that so?" The emperor ordered another party without favoritism, "Let's talk about it."

Zhou Chengyi withdrew his gaze, completely refusing to admit his fault, "It's just my misunderstanding, and it's also because of the ambiguity in what you said, fifth brother."

"It's clear that you are messing around!" Zhou Chengan was very annoyed, his voice soared, and then the emperor said, "If you are a Chinese New Year, talk as you say", he abruptly stopped, his face was aggrieved but he didn't dare to say anything.

The emperor asked Zhou Chengyi to explain, and Zhou Chengyi said what happened just now, and then blamed it, "It's clearly not the time, but the fifth brother said that you will be angry, father, doesn't it mean that you are used to making troubles without reason? This is not slander, what is it!"

Zhou Chengan was furious, "You're turning right and wrong into black and white!"

Zhou Chengyi was not afraid at all, and spread his hands, "Could it be that there was something wrong or missing in what I said just now? Isn't that what happened? Fifth brother, it's clearly what you said first, it's too late to admit it now."

This kind of scapegoating can't be explained at all, Zhou Chengan finally got smart for a while, and directly gave up on the line with Zhou Chengyi, showing loyalty like an emperor.

"Okay, it's just a trivial matter, and there's no end to the quarrel." The emperor brought the matter up, but he didn't let Zhou Chengyi go. "You are a junior, but it's inappropriate to ask the elders to wait for you."

"Although I went to prepare a New Year's gift for my father, I did keep the elders waiting for a long time. I will punish myself with three glasses." Zhou Chengyi readily admitted his mistake, got up and poured three glasses of wine.

Everyone's attention was attracted by the New Year's gift he specially mentioned, and the emperor laughed even more, "I have to let me take a good look at what New Year's gift you have prepared. If I am not satisfied, I will punish you."

That's right, Zhou Chengyi stayed up all night to celebrate the New Year.Although he didn't know what kind of crazy old man his cheap father was trying to tempt him, he also saw the convenience this man gave him.

Zhou Chengyi knows how to repay his kindness, and it is okay to do something within his ability.

Thinking so in his heart, Zhou Chengyi raised his eyebrows, "Only punishment?"

"Keep an inch." The emperor said, "If it is a good thing, there will naturally be a big reward."

"The emperor will spend a lot of money." Zhou Chengyi asked Chang Xia to present the thing, which was a twelve-inch scroll.

The emperor didn't need to take it apart, he knew it was a world map just by looking at the size, and said, "Although the thing is good, I already have it."

"Father, this is the one who has marked the sailing route through the books." Zhou Chengyi said after a pause, and then continued, "Besides, there are more than one gift."

"--Does your father know about western guns?"

The author has something to say: the total of the two chapters is 7600, I am so awesome!

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All the bachelors of the Hanlin Academy: There are two academic gods in the class who are under a lot of pressure to study!

Ye Shulang: Don't be discouraged, just catch up.

All the bachelors: Please shut up, senior academic masters, you don't understand the pain of our ordinary academic masters!

Zhou Chengyi: I understand, I understand everything, really, believe me!

Fang Guanyan: Well, I believe it.

#This is only Fang Guanyan believes in my world#