I am Feng Jun

Chapter 91 91. It can be used as the treasure of the town store!
"Elope with someone?"

Shen Ci also learned about the rumors about him in the imperial capital from Miao Miao, who often went out recently.

The former said that Guan Ju was not created by him, which is true, he is just a porter of the Book of Songs.

But shameless?Elope with someone?

Shen Ci just hehe.

"Where did it come from?"

With a trace of mockery in Shen Ci's eyebrows, he asked lightly.

"It's Cheng Hong, the son of Dali Temple's minister Cheng Yu. It was from him that your song Guan Ju was first copied."

Miao Miao heard someone talking about it when she was inquiring about the news in Tianxiang Building.

As soon as she heard this, she quarreled with the person who was talking there.

But she knew that Shen Ci was written by Yun Shenghen's old friend Xici!
Would a person with such talent bother to copy other people's poems!

ridiculous!

"Oh, that Cheng Hong!"

Shen Ci seemed to suddenly remember something.

"I told him that I didn't write this poem."

"???"

Miao Miao froze?
"Didn't you do it?"

There seemed to be a voice in the air, crisp and loud.

"That's right, the day my master came to your place for the first time, I went to visit Fendai Pavilion first, and met that Cheng Hong.

At that time, he asked the master about the poem, and the master told him that he did not write it. "

Shen Ci gently shook his fan and said.

"However, are you sure I plagiarized from him?"

Shen Ci frowned slightly.

With the addition of the word plagiarism, the nature of this has changed!
But Shen Ci doesn't look like Cheng Hong is someone who can gossip!

Miao Miao just recovered from the fact that this poem was really copied by Shen Ci from elsewhere, bah, borrowed from it.

Hearing Shen Ci's words at this time, he thought for a while.

"I know a little about Cheng Hong. He is a reserved person. He often comes to my place to buy books on weekdays, and he always wears a veil. I'm quite impressed. It's really not like he will slander you for no reason. people!"

Miao Miao turned around.

"Could it be that you have troubled him? That's why he took the opportunity to slander you?"

No wonder Miao Miao thought so.

The main reason is that Shen Nanzhu's arrogance and domineering impression is deep in his heart.

During these days, Shen Ci was like an old man with her, which was very in line with Shen Nanzhu's style.

Maybe Shen Ci just found trouble with someone inadvertently!
Shen Ci was silent for a while, and thought about it.

If you tell him a book that can't be found in this world, it counts.

That really caused him a lot of trouble.

"Grandfather told him the source of that poem."

Shen Ci murmured.

"?"

Miao Miao was puzzled.

What kind of trouble is this?

"However, Master Ci, what is the source?"

Miao Miao really wanted to know.

I have opened a bookstore for so many years, but I have never seen this poem in that book.

"Book of Songs"

Shen Ci said solemnly.

"The Book of Songs, poetry..."

Miao Miao's sudden realization was interrupted.

"What is the Book of Songs?"

"Well, it's also called the Three Hundred Poems, which contains [-] poems, divided into three parts: "Wind", "Ya", and "Song"...".

Shen Ci broke the jar, so he just said it and let them find it!

Shen Ci gave Miao Miao a detailed introduction to the Book of Songs to ensure the authenticity of the Book of Songs.

As for whether you can find it or not, it has nothing to do with the Lord!

"But why haven't I heard of it? Is there really this book?"

Miao Miao felt that the boss of the bookstore for decades had been for nothing, and she didn't even know such a book of poetry!
"Well, I only remember these things, and I forgot where I read them. I have amnesia, you know."

The corners of Shen Ci's eyes raised slightly, quite casually.

"You said that the three hundred poems were collected from all dynasties and generations, but why haven't I heard any of them? Lord Ci, how do I feel that you may have made this yourself before you lost your memory?"

Miao Miao suddenly had a bold idea.

"Since you can't find the three hundred poems now, you can write the three hundred poems in the name of the old man Xici!
Then I, Xiuyun Bookstore, will print and distribute a large number of them, so that you can catch up with the current popularity of Guanju, so you don't have to worry about not being popular! "

"Besides, isn't someone saying that your song Guan Ju was copied from you!

You are now writing it in the name of Gurenxici, and let me say that this is the manuscript that Gurenxici gave me a long time ago.

First of all, let’s confirm that this poem was copied by you, and look at the group of people behind me jumping around!

Then you reveal the identity of your old friend Xici when they are jumping the highest, so that you can slap them in the face hard! "

Thinking of this, Miao Miao was inexplicably excited.

She has also read a lot of scripts, and this kind of face-slapping plot has never happened to her.

After hearing all of Miao Miao's plans, Shen Ci twitched his lips.

"This Book of Songs is really not written before I lost my memory, I remember this very clearly."

Hearing this, the excited Miao Miao was slightly disappointed.

"Isn't it?"

Although Shen Ci denies it, Miao Miao has a heart that belongs to a profiteer after all.

How could she give up when she once again found a business opportunity from Shen Ci.

"Grandfather, I, Miao Miao, opened a bookstore from my ancestors. I have never seen or heard of this collection of poems called "The Book of Songs". Why do I feel that you are the only one in this world who knows this book?"

Shen Ci glanced at Miao Miao with a trace of surprise in his eyes.

I have to say, you are telling the truth.

Grandpa may really be the only one who knows in this world.

Miao Miao was about to move, but seeing that Shen Ci didn't refute her, she continued.

"If that's the case, then write it out. Yun Sheng hates the three hundred poems created by the author's old friend Xici. Listen, if this reputation spreads, it will definitely be out of stock!"

There was light in Miao Miao's eyes, and she was already silently calculating the price and sales volume in her heart.

Shen Ci felt a little pain in his hands when he heard Miao Miao's words.

It's okay to let him be the porter of one poem, but that's the porter of three hundred poems!
And some of them may not remember all of them!

"Ciye, add money, I will add money for you!"

Seeing that Shen Ci seemed about to refuse, Miao Miao said decisively.

"How about I give you [-] to [-] points, you eight and I two!

Didn't you say that you have no money a few days ago? Look at the money you need to run away from home!
How about it, Master Ci, it's just a collection of poems, it won't trouble you! "

Hearing the share, Shen Ci raised his eyebrows slightly.

"You don't look like a profiteer, how much money can Xiuyun Bookstore earn from this share!"

What kind of conditions would make her violate the essence of a profiteer?

"Uh this"

Miao Miao didn't expect Shen Ci to ask this, and carefully avoided Shen Ci's gaze.

She can't say that all the expenses related to Shen Ci will be reimbursed by the Lord!
"Well, I'm doing it more for fame and fortune!

Look, there must be quite a few people buying the poetry anthology of the old man Xici!

Even if I, Xiuyun Bookstore, can only get [-]% of the profit, I can still make money if there are more sales!

Moreover, if one day the world finds out that you are the old friend Xi Ci, it will definitely trigger another wave of repurchase frenzy!

In terms of reputation, my Xiuyun Bookstore is also of great benefit! "

Miao Miao is a bestseller in the future.

After the lord marries Shen Ci, this will be Feng Shaojun's collection of poems!
If we wait until the day the Lord ascends the throne, it will be a collection of poems written by Feng Jun when he was young!

At that time, Shen Ci's manuscript can still be used as a treasure of the store!

(End of this chapter)