Lord, I will write novels to support you

Tang Ke walked out of Luogu Alley, temporarily stored the wheelbarrow and notice board in the small wine shop outside the alley entrance, packed up his belongings, glanced at the several hidden guards of the palace hiding at both ends of the alley, showed a disdainful smile, and then slammed his feet. The wind blew away the dark guards and ran towards the suburban home.

This is the third month that Tang Ke has entered this bloody novel.

In this novel with Prince Jing Zhu Wenzhen and Prince Zhu Wenqi as the two protagonists, he happens to be Tang Ke, the cannon fodder assassin sent by the prince to assassinate King Jing.

This assassin is invincible in martial arts, but his life is very bad. He was trained as a dead soldier since he was a child, and he took on a hell-level difficult mission to assassinate the prince as soon as he came out of the mountain.

Of course, Tang Ke, who traveled over here, would not be so stupid as to make things difficult for his own life. He resolutely rejected the assassination mission and bought a somewhat shabby house on the outskirts of the capital with the only money he had on his body. He planned to make a living by writing serial novels first. Eat, wait for the fame and sales to increase, save enough money, and then pay back the huge liquidated damages owed for refusing to assassinate.

At the beginning, Tang Ke tried to write a few novels about Jianghu martial arts and love between men and women, but the response was mediocre, and the sales volume was pitifully low. The love story of the male protagonist, so this "The Merry Prince and the Beautiful Prince" was born.

Unexpectedly, the people who eat melons in this dynasty are very fond of this mouthful. This article has just been serialized and spread in the streets and alleys. As it got bigger and bigger, Tang Ke's small coffers became more and more full.

Tang Ke is very satisfied with his current days of working hard and making money. There is only one headache. King Jing's Mansion has been following him in the past few days, and he is followed by different secret guards every day.

Fortunately, the original owner is so skilled, it is not a problem to get rid of a few hidden guards.

After returning home, Tang Ke lit the lamp and began to write vigorously, writing the latest climax.

Although it is said that when selling books, he did a lot of tricky things, but Tang Ke took the content he wrote very seriously.

Even though the manager Geng updated his next chapter and paid for it, he respectfully copied a hundred copies of the latest chapter and carefully packaged it. Well, on the agreed day, before dawn, I rushed to the main entrance of Luming Mountain Villa.

Zhu Wenzhen came to live in Zhuangzi early the day before, at this time Geng Xiaobo came to report to him: "He is already outside the main gate, my lord, what should we do next?"

Zhu Wenzhen said coldly: "Let those hidden guards keep a close eye on him, and the bow|crossbowmen are on standby at any time. You go out with me, and lead people to Zhuangzi, avoid the yamen's eyeliner, and catch a turtle in a urn."

"In any case, today we must find out the identity of that person."

Tang Ke was guarding the door with a huge burlap bag on his back. From a distance, he saw Zhu Wenzhen and Geng Xiaobo open the door to greet them. He raised his hands above his head and greeted them warmly.

"Boss Geng, I haven't seen you in three days, you've become even more handsome!"

Zhu Wenzhen nodded at Tang Ke, and forced a smile: "Thank you, Mr. Xiaoke, have you brought anything?"

Tang Ke hugged the huge tweed bag on his back to his chest, and patted it hard: "One hundred copies, a lot of it is inside." After speaking, he handed the bag in front of Zhu Wenzhen with one hand.

Zhu Wenzhen didn't go to pick up the burden, but said: "I need to inspect the goods, can I trouble Mr. Xiao Ke to go to the village with me to rest for a while?"

Tang Ke took a deep look into the main entrance of the villa, smiled and shook his head: "I won't go in, I can do the inspection here." Then he squatted down and started unpacking.

Zhu Wenzhen took a step forward and took him by the arm to lift him up, "How can Mr. Xiao Ke squat on the ground to inspect the goods like this? It's really against the way of Luming Villa's hospitality. Come, come in and have a cup of tea with me, and take your time." test."

Zhu Wenzhen tightened his slender fingers holding Tang Ke's arm, and led him into the door forcefully.

But Tang Ke stood like a thousand-year-old tree, and his feet seemed to be deeply rooted in the ground. No matter how hard Zhu Wenzhen exerted, he didn't move at all.

Tang Ke's brows and eyes were hidden in the cloak, so he couldn't see his expression clearly, but his tone of voice was still cheerful: "I'm a rough man, and I'm not used to your elegant Zhuangzi. If Boss Geng thinks squatting at the door to inspect the goods is demeaning, Then go to the teahouse on the opposite side to try it out, I'll treat you."

Geng Xiaobo stepped forward and whispered in Zhu Wenzhen's ear: "My lord, what should I do?"

Zhu Wenzhen narrowed his eyes slightly, and said without moving his lips, "According to circumstances." Then he smiled at Tang Ke and said, "In that case, let Mr. Xiaoke lead the way."

Tang Ke led Zhu Wenzhen and Geng Xiaobo to the teahouse. Zhu Wenzhen wanted to go to the private room, but Tang Ke refused on the grounds that he did not bring enough money. He wanted to sit in the open seat by the window, and Zhu Wenzhen slid from his waist. He took out the silver and said he could pay.

Tang Ke held Zhu Wenzhen's wrist with a sullen face, "Boss Geng is Party A, how can you invite me as a small writer, not to mention that I just said the treat, and Boss Geng is rushing to pay at this time, is he looking down on me?" ?”

When Tang Ke said these words, he leaned forward and took a step closer to Zhu Wenzhen. His whole body was surrounded by a strong murderous aura, which made the hair stand on end.

Zhu Wenzhen felt a trace of true energy seep into the wrist being held, and the tingling pain went straight to the bone marrow. His bony fingers trembled uncontrollably, and he was forced to let go of the force. The purse in his hand fell, and was caught by Tang Ke. Hold it steady in the air.

"Bold!"

Geng Xiaobo scolded, and took half a step forward, the knife in his hand was out of the sheath, and the cold blade rested on Tang Ke's neck.

The patrol officers of the two yamen sitting outside the teahouse heard the sound and poked their heads in, wondering if they needed to step forward to mediate.

"Stand back, don't be rude."

Zhu Wenzhen gave a low shout to Geng Xiaobo, flicked his wide sleeves, swept the knife directly into the scabbard, and bowed to Tang Ke: "Mr. Xiao Ke, you have no way to control your subordinates. If you make me laugh, I hope you will." Don't blame me, sir."

Tang Ke grinned and said, "It's easy to say, easy to say." He took another half step closer to Zhu Wenzhen, stretched his hand towards the opponent's waist, and flexibly twisted his fingertips, and tied the money bag back to Zhu Wenzhen's belt. , let's go to the window to inspect the goods."

The tea was served, Tang Ke and Zhu Wenzhen sat facing each other, and Geng Xiaobo stood behind Zhu Wenzhen.

At this time, Zhu Wenzhen had already pulled out a copy from the bundle, opened it and looked at it.

Tang Ke didn't lie. In this latest chapter, King Jing and the prince are really ambiguous, and the two sides are short of confessing their affection to each other and directly proclaiming to the world that they are together.

Seeing "the prince embraced King Jing Yingying's slender waist, raised his hand to push his black satin-like sideburns behind his ears, and whispered close to the other's sharp chin", the stiff smile on Zhu Wenzhen's face disappeared. I couldn't hold on any longer, the corners of my mouth twitched violently, and the back molars were clenched.

Tang Ke stared at Zhu Wenzhen's expression through the hood, and asked him expectantly, "How is Boss Geng satisfied with this latest content?"

Zhu Wenzhen's knuckles were turning white while holding the book, and he raised his head stiffly, trying to maintain a smile on his face, but the forced smile was really ugly, "Mr. Xiao Ke, this ambiguous story is really well written... ...extremely explicit."

Tang Ke laughed out loud: "Then Boss Geng likes such explicit descriptions?"

Zhu Wenzhen's eyes twitched this time, "I like..."

"As long as you like it," Tang Ke said seriously, "Readers' satisfaction is the biggest motivation for our writers."

He waved to Zhu Wenzhen again, and when Zhu Wenzhen leaned over, Tang Ke lowered his voice in his ear and said mysteriously: "To tell the truth, Boss Geng, the content of my latest chapter is specially tailored for Boss Geng." of."

"I thought Boss Geng wanted to write this chapter of mine because he heard that the content of this chapter was ambiguous and upgraded, right? Since that's the case, Boss Geng is generous, and I will definitely not let the boss down. A lot of polish."

Zhu Wenzhen's back molars were all crushed: "Oh, Mr. Lao Xiaoke really took care of that."

Tang Ke waved his hand, "Yes, yes."

Zhu Wenzhen clenched the little booklet in his hand with a very deep impression, "There is only one thing, I don't quite understand, how did Mr. Xiaoke know this part of the description of King Jing's appearance?"

King Jing Zhu Wenzhen was famous for his reclusive life. Except for occasional attendance at the private banquets held by the princes and princes in the capital, he never showed up in public, so that even the native-born people in the capital rarely knew what King Jing looked like.

But the "long hair like black satin", "sharpened jaw", and "Sheng Xue's skin" in the novel, although the words and sentences are unsightly, they are written in a very specific way, as if they have seen the scene The real face of the king is the same.

Tang Ke smiled a bit erratically, hooked his fingers towards Zhu Wenzhen, moved closer and said, "Writers rely on imagination, and I guess, then King Jing should be as stunningly beautiful as Boss Geng." Talent is."

Tang Ke hadn't finished speaking when Geng Xiaobo's scabbard was placed on his shoulder again. He raised his head and met Geng Xiaobo's eyes that seemed to cut him into pieces. Then he coughed lightly and suppressed his smile.

"To be honest, the reason why I know King Jing's appearance is because I was a low-level bodyguard under King Jing for a period of time, and I caught a few glimpses from a distance."

"Oh?"

When it came to the identity information of the other party, Zhu Wenzhen was naturally interested, "When did you enter the mansion, and who worked under him? Can you tell me your real name?"

But Tang Ke waved his hand: "It's all in the past. I was dismissed within a few days after I did it. I won't mention the black history."

But Zhu Wenzhen said seriously: "If you make it clear to me, maybe I can say a few good words for you, and then recruit you again, or even get promoted and raise your salary. I don't know."

But Tang Ke refused straight away, and waved his hands again and again: "No, no, no, I can never go back to the palace."

Zhu Wenzhen looked at him suspiciously: "Why can't you go back?"

Tang Ke approached Zhu Wenzhen mysteriously again, and said in a low voice: "To tell you the truth, I fell in love with Prince Jing at first sight, and I fell in love with him. I missed him day and night, didn't think about food and drink, and couldn't sleep... If I go back to the palace again, I'm afraid It’s because you can’t hold on to yourself, and if you fall into it again, you can’t extricate yourself…”

Tang Ke said these nonsense without blushing and heartbeat, his voice was full of emotion, and his affectation could be felt through the hood.

Just as he was talking about getting up, Tang Ke raised his head and found that the man in front of him was staring at him with extremely complicated eyes.