Let you be a proton, you chase the empress of the enemy country?

Chapter 63 How can I write such a good book?

Arch fire boy...

This name is also appropriate.

Luo Ming shook his head, feeling like he was jumping back and forth for a while, helping this one and that one, I just want to keep my only eldest sister, how can I be like a duplicitous villain?
Luckily Luo Yan was determined this time, otherwise...

The concierge added another sentence: "Young Master Su said that Ying Wuji's actions were malicious. If the master doesn't intervene, I'm afraid he will lose his daughter forever."

The corners of Luo Yan's eyes trembled, and he was silent for a while, then waved his hands helplessly: "Let him in!"

"Yes!"

After a while, Ji Su in a red robe hurried over, and made a bow to Luo Yan: "Xiangbang! Junior, please forgive me for disturbing you late at night!"

Luo Yan's face was a little unhappy: "Young Master Su has something to say directly, there is no need to be polite."

Ji Su hastily handed over the booklet: "Xiangbang must have heard about today's drama. With Xiangbang's generosity, he might not care about Ying Wuji. It's just that the younger generation visited Shangmo Bookstore on purpose, but found that the matter was not the same. It's not that simple, Xiangbang, please see!"

"Mountain and Sea Tales, Volume Three?"

Luo Yan frowned: "This volume was jointly published by the eight major bookstores, and it will be on the shelves the day after tomorrow. Why did it appear in Shangmo Bookstore?"

Ji Su sighed lightly: "Then I have to ask Lan Lingsheng."

Luo Yan's eyes sank slightly. The problem of betrayal by doormen was indeed a serious problem. He waved at Luo Ming: "Go and call Lan Lingsheng over!"

"Yes!"

After about a quarter of an hour, Luo Ming arrived at the scene with a drunken middle-aged man, and it was Lan Lingsheng who was in full swing.

Lan Lingsheng looked at Luo Yan in bewilderment, and asked with his tongue out, "Master Xiang, what do you need from me?"

Luo Yan frowned: "Why do you drink like this?"

Lan Lingsheng is also a bachelor. I don't know if it's because of the strength of the wine, or because he is really not afraid of Luo Yan, and he replied carelessly: "My lord! Several major bookstores forced me to publish the third volume of "Shan Hai Yu Tan", and I was forced to rush to work. As a result, several years of painstaking efforts were shoddy and finished. I was not angry, so I drank too much!"

"Shoddy? You are too self-effacing. Now that it is selling like crazy, how can it be considered shoddy?"

"Huh? Mr. Xiang, the third book will be released in the day after tomorrow. Is it because I drank too much, or you, Mr. Xiang?"

"..."

Luo Yan rubbed his temples, and threw the book directly: "Take a look and see if you wrote this?"

Lan Lingsheng took the book in a daze, flipped through a few pages and then closed it: "No!"

Luo Yan narrowed his eyes, he didn't expect him to dare to speak hard.

But I never thought Lan Lingsheng added: "How can I write such a good book?"

After finishing speaking, he hugged the book in his arms, lay down on the ground and cried bitterly, crying and howling: "Ashamed! Ashamed! When will I be able to write such a good book!"

Everyone present looked at each other in blank dismay, unexpectedly Lan Lingsheng broke the defense directly.

Luo Yan couldn't help asking: "Why don't you take a closer look? Why don't you even know your own books when you're drunk?"

Lan Lingsheng turned to the cover, saw the title and author of the book, and couldn't help but froze for a moment: "Hey? I really wrote it? Mother, I can write such a good book? No, no... Mr. Xiang !"

He raised his head and pointed to the cover: "This word is pronounced Huai, not Hai, and the strokes are too long, so I can't tell the difference!"

Luo Yan leaned over to take a look, okay, it's really a joke!
His low temper disappeared in an instant, but he soon realized the problem.

Originally, he thought, let the yamen find a reason to double-check the "Gumei Case" and review it if it is not sealed, so as not to lose face. As long as Shangmo Bookstore is not allowed to sell it, Shangmo Bookstore will definitely be dragged to death .

But now... "Silent Tales of the Mountain", it seems that something is not good!
Luo Yan squinted his eyes and asked, "Then what do you think of this volume compared to your "Mountain and Sea Paradise"?"

Lan Lingsheng showed an expression that was uglier than crying: "If the first two volumes still have a meaning of comparison, but the third volume... the piece of shit I wrote, is it worthy of comparison with this god?"

Luo Yan: "..."

broken!

If one "The Case of Gui Mei" is just accidental, then the second one is enough to explain a lot of problems. If those booksellers see the creativity of Shangmo Bookstore, most of the orders will fall to Shangmo Bookstore. The bookstore stopped completely.

Luo Yan didn't necessarily want Shangmo Bookstore to die, but he couldn't just watch Hua Chao jump into the fire pit.

Do you really want to seal the book, or seal the bookstore?
While hesitating, he felt a pair of tender hands covering the backs of his hands, turned around, and found that Wan Qiu shook his head at him, and her words just now sounded: If you let her this time, she will definitely remember you OK.

He sighed softly, waved his hands and said, "Let him go!"

Ji Su froze for a moment, what the hell?So let him go?
To be honest, he is lost, can this be let go?
Has the old prime minister been to Tianzhu, how many relics do you have to swallow?
He hurriedly said: "Xiangbang! No way!"

Luo Yan turned around directly: "Sanlang, let's see off the guests! Let the young people solve the young people's affairs by themselves."

Ji Su became anxious, and the wisdom accumulated for nearly 20 years came out of the mother's womb and was running crazily.

What is this prime minister thinking about?
face?Or are you afraid that Hua Chaoji will hate him?He just said that young people's affairs should be settled by young people, so it should be...

Beat the snake to play seven inches!
Ji Su hurriedly said: "Xiangbang is kind and caring, it really moves the younger generation to consider Huachao girl so much. If there is only Huachao girl in Shangmo Bookstore, sooner or later he will understand Xiangbang's good intentions, but it is a pity that there are not only Huachao girls in the bookstore one person!"

Luo Yan didn't say anything, but the footsteps of leaving stopped.

Ji Su strikes while the iron is hot: "Xiangbang! Haven't you seen it yet? Ying Wuji has no bottom line, and he can make up any rumors to please Hua Chao girl. Today he dares to make up that you assassinate your wife and daughter, and tomorrow he will kill you." What did you make up? Miss Hua Chao believed it this time, so will Miss Hua Chao not believe it next time?"

Luo Yan: "..."

……

The next morning.

Ying Wuji moved a chair early in the morning and sat at the door of Shangmo Bookstore, looking at the door expectantly.

Prime Minister!

But you must come!

For him, the happiest thing in the world is to touch porcelain, and the most unacceptable thing is to fail to touch porcelain.

And last night, he came up out of thin air "Six Arts of a Gentleman·Royal" and "Six Arts of a Gentleman·Shooting". Porcelain kiln...

But this time he always felt that he might hit the ground running, because Hua Chao couldn't fall asleep after waking up from a dream last night, so he just woke him up and chatted for a long time, saying that she just dreamed that her mother was back, Been trying to persuade her to go home.

Under the influence of Hua Wanqiu, Luo Yan also changed from an old man to a loving father, no matter how many things Huachao did against him, he would not be punished.

This dream felt a little outrageous, which made him a little flustered.

So this day.

Ying Wuji looked through the autumn water, from the first sunrise to the scorching sun.

After a night of fermenting, many people rushed to "The Case of Guillotine Beauty", and the sales of "Shan Huo Wei Tan" also slowly climbed up, but it is annoying that no one reported this "Shan Huo Wei Tan" "Talk" is a copycat, and it has lost a lot of popularity.

The flow of people is quite large.

But not big enough.

It was far from satisfying Ying Wuji.

Will this old man really let himself go this time?

Although he is missing a lot, but without such a traffic star, there will always be a feeling of punching the air.

at last.

"tread!"

"tread!"

"tread!"

A burst of uniform footsteps sounded from the corner of the street.

Ying Wuji followed the prestige, and found a group of yamen guards coming quickly, accompanied by two horsemen, one Ji Su and the other Luo Ming.

call……

Take it easy!
(End of this chapter)