Ci Jinzhi

Chapter 119 Makes sense

Facing the falling ruler, Meng Fei dodged cleverly.

"Grandson didn't spread rumors, didn't you go to Qingsong Bookstore to buy "Painted Skin"?"

"I've seen it all, why should I buy painted skins? Is there too much money to spend?" Meng Jijiu was so angry that his beard blew up.

Meng Fei remembered that his grandfather confiscated his "Painted Skin" the day the body appeared at the gate of the Imperial College.

It turned out that the old man finished watching it secretly.

"Then what are you doing at Qingsong Bookstore?"

Meng Jijiu understood his grandson's temperament. If he didn't explain clearly, he would not know what trouble this kid caused him: "Go and visit Mr. Song Ling."

Meng Fei's phoenix eyes widened, full of confusion: "Are you going to visit a book writer?"

It is true that good book writers are sought after by people in the capital, but for most people in the circle of Baiguan Xungui, this kind of popularity is not much different from the pursuit of those masters of piano and opera. distinction, rather than admiring Confucianism and famous scholars.

In the eyes of the world, Meng Fei is the kind of rebellious young man. Although he has no such concept, he is naturally intelligent but understands the difference.

"Mr. Song Ling is a man of great talent." Meng Jijiu didn't explain much, but his expression was serious.

Meng Fei became curious: "Then have you seen Mr. Pine Ling?"

Seeing his grandfather raised the ruler again, the boy understood: I didn't see it.

"Hey, grandpa, rest your hands, don't be tired. I have a good friend who is the elder brother of the owner of Qingsong Bookstore. He may have seen it. I'll go ask first—"

While Meng Jijiu was distracted, Meng Fei ran away in a flash.

Duan Yunlang was about to go out, and shook his head after hearing Meng Fei's words: "I haven't seen it before."

"Aren't you curious?"

Duan Yunlang thought about it seriously, then shook his head again: "Not curious."

For him, good-looking books are enough, and his biggest worry is that he does not have so much pocket money to buy books.

As for the book writer, he can't read it as a book, so there's nothing to be curious about.

"But if you're curious, I can ask my cousin." Duan Yunlang said enthusiastically.

"Thanks."

"What's the matter, I was going to see my cousin."

Ever since a horrific corpse appeared at the entrance of the Imperial College, they were not allowed to leave the Imperial College. At first it was to confirm the identity of the deceased, but later it was out of safety considerations, and the gate control was only released today.

Duan Yunlang has been worried about his cousin being affected for the past few days.

Meng Fei looked a little strange: "You can go later, your cousin may not have time now."

"No time to?"

"Yes, there are quite a lot of people who went to buy books today."

He just said a few words casually, who knows that some people who never read the script will join in the fun.

What is this called?Up and down.

At this time, in front of Qingsong Bookstore, a notice stating that "Painted Skin" was out of stock was posted, and the long line finally dispersed.

Kong Rui just walked in.

"What book does the distinguished guest want to buy?" Liu Zhou greeted him.

Such a big notice has been posted, so it shouldn’t be people who came to buy "Painted Skin".

"Buy a hundred sets of "Painted Skin"."

"How much?" The boy's voice became louder.

He Qingxiao's footsteps stopped outside the door, and there was a look of astonishment on his usually calm face.

He knew the young man in the study hall, he was the son of Princess Zhaoyang, Kongrui, Marquis of Jing'an.

Is this how these people buy books?
A familiar voice came from inside: "Young Master Kong."

He Qingxiao silently turned and left.

Xin You came out of the reception room and greeted Kong Rui.

Kong Rui bowed his hands in return: "Miss Kou, I just heard about these disturbances, and I feel ashamed that I didn't help."

"Young Master Kong is polite, it's just a small trouble, and it won't affect our bookstore."

Kong Rui thought of the long line just now, and knew what Miss Kou said was true.

"Miss Kou, will "Painted Skin" be printed again?"

As soon as these words came out, shopkeeper Hu looked over with bright eyes.

The boss said she would not print it, seeing so many small coins flying away, his heart ached!

Can this handsome young man make his boss change his mind?

"We are already preparing a new book, and "Painted Skin" will not be printed for the time being."

It's not that Xinyou is not making money, but the sales volume of "Painted Skin" has far exceeded the purchasing power of this circle, and many people who don't read the story have followed suit and bought it.

Now that the turmoil has just stopped, everything is too late.

Kong Rui was not disappointed when he heard the words, and said with a smile: "When the new book is released, please ask Ms. Kou to leave me a hundred sets of new books."

"Okay." Xin You didn't politely refuse.

Kong Rui secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He is not good at being polite at all, and Miss Kou is just right.

After Kong Rui left, Liu Zhou leaned over and said, "Boss, who is this Mr. Kong? He is really rich and powerful."

One hundred sets, how much does this cost!
"He is the son of Princess Zhaoyang."

Liu Zhou took a deep breath: "Hiss, no wonder, this kind of honorable children are very rich."

Speaking of this, the boy suddenly thought of Mr. He.

Mr. He seems to be a nobleman too?

Shopkeeper Hu's focus is completely different from that of the little guy: "Mr. Songling has written a new book?"

Seeing the excited look of the old shopkeeper, Xin You smiled: "Mr. Songling writes stories for a living, of course he can write new books."

"It's good to publish a new book, it's good to publish a new book." Shopkeeper Hu rubbed his hands excitedly, "Boss, what is the new book written by Mr. Song Ling about?"

"You will know when you look back at the manuscript."

Shopkeeper Hu was sensible and didn't ask any more questions.

Xin You returned to the East Courtyard, told Xiaolian to guard the door, and picked up her pen.

Originally, Mr. Song Ling was chosen for the next story, but the news she got from Mr. He that day made her change her mind.

Since the written story can be seen by that father, let's write "Journey to the West".

Considering that "Journey to the West" was not written by Mr. Song Ling, but the new book needs to borrow Mr. Song Ling's name, Xinyou decided to remove a word and name the new book "Journey to the West".

When one concentrates, time flies by, and before one knows it, the sunset glows all over the sky.

Xiao Lian stood at the door and said softly: "Girl, Shi Shi came here to send word that Second Young Master is here."

Xin You put down her pen, told Xiao Lian to put away the manuscript, and went to the front bookstore after cleaning her hands and changing clothes.

At this time, there were no customers in the bookstore, Duan Yunlang leaned against the counter and drank tea, not seeing anyone outside.

Xinyou walked in: "Cousin."

Duan Yunlang glanced at Shopkeeper Hu, and pointed to the door of the reception room: "Cousin, go inside and talk."

The two went in one after the other, and Duan Yunlang asked directly: "Cousin, what is Mr. Songling like?"

"Why did my cousin ask this?"

"It's just a sudden curiosity. Mr. Songling can write such a beautiful story as "Painted Skin", so many people must be curious about him."

"Indeed, but Mr. Song Ling doesn't like to attract attention, and he doesn't want people to know his identity."

"Is that so-"

Seeing that Duan Yunlang was a little disappointed, Xin You smiled and comforted her: "Eggs are delicious, why bother to see the color of the chicken that lays eggs. Cousin, don't you think so?"

Duan Yunlang's heart trembled.

This makes sense!

　Drops a Gadget Begging Ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)