Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

"Then let me have a look." Li Xin suddenly became interested, and quickly put down his chopsticks and said with a smile.

Zhao Ke also smiled and leaned forward: "Let's wait until the prince has finished eating. Otherwise, it will be like a servant urging the prince."

Li Xin wiped his hands and smiled: "It's okay, it's okay." When Zhao Ke mentioned the script, he suddenly became curious about what the script written by a serious ancient man looked like, so he didn't want to delay for a moment. Besides, he always used his mobile phone to read online texts when he was eating, but now he only reads the paper version.

"Or... the prince will continue to eat, and the maidservant will read it to you." Zhao Ke softly suggested.

This proposal immediately moved Li Xin. He occasionally used the function of listening to books when he had no time in his hands. He did not expect that after rebirth of the Tang Dynasty, he would have the opportunity to relive the happiness of the year-and he was not studying the kind of unfeeling mechanical electronic sound. It's a living person, or to be more precise, a living beauty.

Uh... Is the life of feudal landlords so degenerate? Too bad Too bad!

As a good young man with ideals, aspirations and principles, I must... only this time, not as an example.

Li Xin coughed lightly, tensed his face, and said solemnly: "That's OK, you can read it."

Zhao Ke smiled slightly and took out a stack of papers he had brought.

"Don't stand, sit down and read." Li Xin picked up his chopsticks again and said casually.

"No..." As soon as Zhao Ke spoke, he was interrupted by Li Xin.

"Sit down." Li Xin said categorically, with a sense of sight of the overbearing president giving orders to the secretary.

Zhao Ke's heart trembled, so he had to sit down honestly and said to the paper in his hand: "Then, the maidservant will start reading."

"Read it." After speaking, Li Xin stuffed a chopsticks of chicken into his mouth.

Zhao Ke cleared his throat and said: "This is called "Eight-folded Door" and it was written by a scholar named Li Si."

Li Xin hummed casually, indicating that he knew it.

So Zhao Ke started to read. Her voice is slightly lower than that of a normal woman, but it is not hoarse. Although it is not mellow, it gives people a sense of stability and reliability. At first, Li Xin thought she was a reliable person, and it was because of this voice to a certain extent.

Li Xin listened for a while while eating, and couldn't help frowning.

Damn, what are you writing? A simple sentence is written in nine twists and eighteen bends, is it almost doubting life without reading Zhao Ke? And I’ve read almost three hundred words at the beginning, and I’m still writing a **** mountain that I don’t know where it is located...Have you never said beforehand that you want to write a love story about a gifted man and a beautiful woman?

"Okay. Let's go to the next one." Li Xin said angrily.

Zhao Ke was stunned for a moment, and took a peek at Li Xin's expression, knowing that he was not satisfied with the article he was reading. So she obediently threw the article aside in her hand and began to read the next one.

Li Xin ate and listened, and then killed three or five articles in a row. It was only when he was almost full that he barely heard one that was acceptable. Although it was very enjoyable to listen to people's thoughts, it was a little slower after all. He simply put down his chopsticks, took the story from Zhao Ke, and glanced at it roughly.

Although the story is relatively old-fashioned, it also appears in Li Xin's eyes. I believe that in the eyes of Datang audiences who have not tasted too many routines, this should also be a fascinating and good story.

No way, Li Xin's mind is full of the ultimate classics that have been passed down through the ages. If you use one and one less, you have to save a little.

"This is fine. You can let Chen Xiaoxiang and the others rehearse." Li channeled.

Zhao Ke nodded and said, "The maidservant obeyed."

"This guy who wrote the book paid him word by word." Li Xin confessed casually.

Zhao Ke blinked and said, "Aren't there too many?"

These days, it would not take such a lot of money to ask someone to write an article as a ghostwriter.

"It's okay. Give us more and more people will write stories for us. This is a virtuous circle." Li Xin smiled nonchalantly, and said, "You don't have to send these things in person, every few days. The next person will just send it off once, and I will pick the good ones and let him take them back. Then you can let Chen Xiaoxiang and the others rehearse. If there are too many to play, just give it to Xinhua Bookstore. If you save more, you can put them together. , I will sell a book separately. As for the name of the book... let's call it the Story Club."

Li Xin blinked, and an evil taste suddenly came to his mind. This interesting little magazine brought him a lot of fun back then, and it's time to let it shine in the Tang Dynasty...

Zhao Ke nodded, saying yes on the one hand, and sighed with his prince's business acumen. Although the business he gave casually and accounted for has not yet started, according to Zhao Ke's current eyes, it should not be a loss-making business, and there will even be such a small blood profit.

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