Lord, I will write novels to support you

Tang Ke never dreamed that one day he would feel so bored with his own writing.

Why did he write so many updates for Xiang'er?The foot wraps are smelly and long.

Tang Ke leaned on the bed frame, bent one long leg, put one hand on his knee, and held a small book, his eyes were full of despair.

The corners of these booklets have been turned up by Zhu Wenzhen, and the binding lines are also a little frayed. He has circled large sections of text inside with a pen, and attached notes between the lines, saying that different scenes and lines should be Use the corresponding tone to say it.

Tang Ke thought, maybe the actor would not take his script more seriously than this.

When reading the first book, Tang Ke still struggled a bit. He thought that if he read it at the fastest speed, there would be some time left before dawn after reading it all, so there should be enough time for him to do something...

But he had just read two pages when Zhu Wenzhen called him to stop.

Zhu Wenzhen was lying on his shoulder at this time, tilting his head and reading the words in the small book with him, "Princess, don't be perfunctory, you have to read according to the requirements I wrote above, and show your love for this king to the fullest." Come out, if you have half a reservation, then read it again from the beginning."

Tang Ke held Zhu Wenzhen's waist lightly, smiling uglier than crying.

He is sitting on the bed, holding the person he likes in his arms, every organ in his body is dreaming, but he can only read novels with his false love for King Jing...

Heh, he wished he didn't show up at Luming Villa tonight.

"Princess," Zhu Wenzhen said again when he read the third book, pointing to the words in the book with a slender, white finger, "here, when he said this reprimand to King Jing, it should be superficially harsh but in fact Pampering is the way to go, the princess will do it all over again."

The surface is harsh...?Actually pampering...?

Party A doesn't play Party B like this.

Tang Ke was very depressed, and his patience was about to be worn out, "Are you the author or am I the author? I shouldn't have the final say on the tone here?"

Zhu Wenzhen raised his head from Tang Ke's shoulders, put his arms on his chest, stared at Tang Ke with dewy almond eyes, and remained silent.

After only a moment of stalemate, Tang Ke gave in, sighed, leaned over and kissed Zhu Wenzhen's forehead, "You have the final say..."

After tossing and tossing like this, when Tang Ke read a third of the progress, there was a cock crowing outside the courtyard.

Tang Ke put down the book, slowly glanced at the blue fish maw rising from the sky outside the window, looked away, and was about to speak, when he found that Zhu Wenzhen was already asleep in his arms.

There was a smile on the corners of Zhu Wenzhen's lips, and the two bushy eyelashes trembled slightly. Xu felt Tang Ke's movement, and rubbed his head against Tang Ke's chest twice, adjusted to a more comfortable posture, and wrapped around Tang Ke's body. Waist continued to sleep.

Tang Ke embraced his shoulders and wanted to lay him down so that he could sleep more comfortably, but Zhu Wenzhen frowned, snorted, and murmured "Princess" in a very low voice, and hugged Tang Ke's waist even tighter. .

Tang Ke shook his head helplessly, sat up straighter so that Zhu Wenzhen could sleep more peacefully, and wrapped his arms around Zhu Wenzhen to protect him in his arms.

Tang Ke also practiced inner family exercises, and his body was hot, which warmed Zhu Wenzhen's cold limbs, and Zhu Wenzhen's eyebrows and eyes were relaxed, and he smiled again in his sleep.

Tang Ke stared at Zhu Wenzhen's side face for a while, kissed him on the top of his head, let out a long and suffocated breath silently, and then opened his eyes motionless to look at the few dead leaves and branches falling from the window from time to time Two sparrows perched on the bed.

Sitting like this until the sky was bright, Tang Ke carefully put Zhu Wenzhen down, tucked up the quilt for him, kissed his only small head exposed to the outside, and stared at his sleeping appearance for a long time before going silently. The outside room took off the wedding gown, folded it and put it on the table, then turned over and left, rushing to work in the bookstore.

When Tang Ke finished writing the update for the day, he saw Wu Liangsheng rushing in, sat down in the chair, waved his hand and said, "Go and pour me a bowl of tea."

Tang Ke got up and poured tea for Wu Liangsheng. Seeing that his expression was not very good, he asked, "Minister, the outsourcing cooperation with Wu's printing factory is not going well?"

Wu Liangsheng shook his head: "What can go wrong with that, the factory I opened, I just need to explain it."

"Then who upset you?"

Wu Liangsheng pointed at Tang Ke's nose, "You."

"...how did I offend you?"

Wu Liangsheng glanced at Kelou, "It's almost time, let's go outside, have a drink and some side dishes, and chat slowly."

Tang Ke then took a look at the engraving, "It's two hours before I get off work... What time are you at?"

"Order for tea, let's go!" Wu Liangsheng pushed Tang Ke out.

Zhu Wenzhen woke up after noon, sat up in a daze, feeling in a trance that last night was just a dream, he frowned, and called "Xiao Ke".

"My lord?" Geng Xiaobo knocked on the door outside.

Zhu Wenzhen let him in.

Geng Xiaobo walked in and saw Zhu Wenzhen sitting on the bed in a daze, with disheveled clothes, a messy bun, his face was flushed from sleep, and there was still an obvious indentation on one cheek, he looked away in a panic, and knelt down Said: "Young one, go and ask someone to come in and wait for the prince to wash and change clothes."

Zhu Wenzhen didn't answer him, but asked, "Where is my concubine?"

Geng Xiaobo was stunned for a moment, guessing that the prince was talking nonsense again, and thought for a moment, "Is the prince talking about Mr. Xiao Ke? I saw him through the window and left at dawn."

Zhu Wenzhen looked down and saw the books that had been stacked neatly on the bedside. He randomly took the top one, flipped through two pages, said "Oh" in dismay, and said, "Go and prepare the carriage."

Wu Liangsheng and Tang Ke went to Chunfeng Drunk to drink together, and Aunt Hua served them a table of food and drink and left happily.

Wu Liangsheng picked up the wine bowl and took two sips, "First thing, let's talk about your detailed outline first."

Tang Ke accompanied Wu Liangsheng for a sip of wine, thinking that he would go back to the bookstore later, but did not drink too much, "Is there any problem with Xi Gang?"

"From the point of view of the work, there is no problem, it's perfect." Wu Liangsheng put down his wine bowl, leaned forward and took a skewer of barbecue meat and chewed, "But in the second half of yours, after the emperor was critically ill, there is a story about the prince and the prince. Are you alluding to something? Are you against the princelings?" He leaned closer to Tang Ke, his voice lowered, "Do you know any secrets of the prince?"

Tang Ke grinned, naturally he wouldn't admit such a thing, "No, minister, you are overthinking. I am a common man, how can I know the prince's secret? This is all artistic creation, so it is not clear on the title page , the story is purely fictitious, any resemblance is a coincidence, how can it be taken seriously, isn't it?"

Wu Liangsheng stared at Tang Ke again, obviously not buying it, and pointed at Tang Ke with a bare skewered bamboo stick, "You boy... Forget it, it doesn't matter if you insinuate or not, it's not breaking the law anyway, as you want .”

Tang Ke felt that he had barely passed the test, so he hurriedly avoided the topic, "What about the other thing?"

Wu Liangsheng said, "Another thing, about your little shell."

Tang Ke's smile faded immediately when he heard the words, "What's wrong with him?"

Wu Liangsheng raised his eyes and saw the people standing on the side of the road from a distance. He smiled and raised his voice and said, "Hey, Cao Cao is here."

Tang Ke turned his head and saw Zhu Wenzhen standing behind him across the street, smiling at him.

Tang Keteng stood up suddenly, called "Xiang'er", and trotted towards the opposite side of the street.

The author has something to say: I'm back!

I will update it to the end in the next day!Breaking the update, I live on handstand and eat shit!

Babies are interested to see my advance receipt

"Working Gene", gene anthropomorphic, powerful, plot flow, suspenseful (I won't make sand sculptures in the next book, will you abandon me...)

In the future, sand sculptures will be created in odd-numbered pits, and blind writing in even-numbered pits...