"Li Gongzi wrote a lot. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" shopkeeper Liu on the side was surprised. Zhiwei novels are thousands of words long and more than 100 words short. But how can there be an 80,000-word Zhiwei novel.

is like a strange story, Song Dingbo catches ghosts. When Song Dingbo was a teenager, he met a ghost at night, so he falsely claimed that he was also a ghost, walked all the way, and deceived the ghost into being afraid of people's secrets. After that, he forcibly carried the ghost to the market, turned the ghost into a sheep, and he spit on the sheep so that it could not change, and sold it for 1,500 yuan. The full text is no more than 100 words. It's a complete story.

More than 80,000 words...... Shopkeeper Liu was a little curious about what Li Xianyuan wrote. I want to write a weather poem. It couldn't be worse than that. Even if you write so many words, you can't finish them in a moment.

Steward Hu waved his fat hand and said generously: "Since it is the head of the Li case, the price will be collected according to three hundred pages." ”

The subordinates nodded, looked at Li Xianyuan, and their eyes were indifferent: "According to your orders, it is divided into upper and lower parts, each with one hundred and sixty pages." If there is no problem, if it is small, then start to do it. ”

His indifference is slightly different from that of immortals. Li Xianyuan is due to the nature of the heart, and it is gradually melting with the passage of time. He is as indifferent as death, and he seems to have a big story.

"Go, go, go. Steward Hu waved his hand impatiently to let him leave, and after he left, he complained to Li Xianyuan and Shopkeeper Liu: "The people recruited the year before last are very serious, but they don't smile like dead people." It's easy to use.

Li Xianyuan looked at the back of the next person and thought thoughtfully.

Steward Hu receives four pages per article, which means that the cost of one book is around 80 articles.

Li Xianyuan gave Steward Hu a hundred taels and asked him to print a thousand copies first.

The cost is eighty wen, which means that Li Xianyuan has to sell at least ninety wen to recover the cost and make some small profits. And the average family would be willing to spend 90 yuan to buy books. How can those who are willing to buy a Zhiwei novel?

In other words, if someone really buys this book, it is also for the name of Li Xianyuan, not the content of the book.

It doesn't matter. Li Xianyuan's money is very light. It doesn't hurt to send all these books to them.

One thousand copies, Li Xianyuan and Hu Guan made a half-moon appointment. Half a month later, the printing workshop delivered thousands of books.

After the transaction was completed, Li Xianyuan and Shopkeeper Liu left the sweltering workshop and got into the carriage.

The coachman flicked his whip, the wheels turned, and he slowly drove towards Wuhou City in the distance.

Journey to the West was published in the book, and Li Xianyuan also counted a matter on his mind.

Not far away, Shopkeeper Liu couldn't bear it after all: "Gongzi Li, that butterfly loves flowers...... You really don't think about it? I'm also straight to the point, there are only dozens of meteorological poems since the founding of the country. As long as you are willing to buy, you will be worth as much as you can. The big businessmen, rich gentry and celebrities from surrounding countries will squeeze their heads to buy, and even monks, spirits, and immortals will come to join in the fun. ”

He was right. It can be seen from the previous incident of the young dragon's robbery.

Li Xianyuan pondered, Shopkeeper Liu waited for a moment with hope on his face, and when he saw Li Xianyuan shaking his head and refusing, he couldn't help but be disappointed.

The carriage entered the city gates. The speed slowed down a lot, and the people came and went on both sides.

Li Xianyuan was sent back to the inn. When he went upstairs to the door, he suddenly hesitated and did not want to enter the room.

No one wants to face this unruly princess. You can't beat or scold, not to mention that Li Xianyuan and a scholar can't beat her.

The emperor, whom he had never met, threw him in a big trouble.

Pushing the door into the room, what made Li Xianyuan feel slightly relieved was that the room was empty.

But a piece of rice paper was placed on the table, and it was crushed by the oil lamp.

Turning around and closing the door, Li Xianyuan walked to the table and took out the rice paper, and a few lines of beautiful and fresh small characters jumped on the paper.

Little plum, you must return before the unitary hour every day. Otherwise, the law of great commerce serves.

Unitary time, that is, sunset.

The girl didn't know what the meaning of writing this piece of paper was, and Li Xianyuan put the paper back and left it alone.

And until late at night, Li Xianyuan fell asleep. The girl never appeared.

……

Early the next morning.

Xinjing Wuling Palace

morning

The main hall is solemn and majestic, and it is splendid. Eighteen rafter pillars are carved with a five-clawed golden dragon.

It was originally a solemn place, but the noise from inside could be heard outside the hall.

On weekdays, the high-ranking ministers ordered the ministers to quarrel, and the entire Wuling Hall was chaotic like a vegetable market.

And at the top of the main hall, a figure on the throne of the golden lacquer carved dragon quietly witnessed everything.

The prince's faction and the second prince's faction are on one side, and they are clearly distinguished. They used to do it against each other, but now they have the same purpose, that is, they will spare no effort to increase the reward for Li Xianyuan.

At the same time, Li Xianyuan had just arrived at the academy.

The grassy lakes do not change, and the willows hang low. When he came to the house, Li Xianyuan saw Situ Yanran sitting at a low table.

Seeing Li Xianyuan, Situ Yanran raised her eyebrows, and her eyes cut water. Apricot lips opened slightly, as if to say something. It's just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, but she has a gentle temperament.

Women are already precocious than men, and it is common for them to start a family at the age of fourteen or fifteen. Thirteen or fourteen-year-old Situ Yanran understands that there is nothing wrong with the relationship between men and women.

Seeing Situ Yanran's appearance of wanting to speak and stopping, but she was afraid of being disgusted, Li Xianyuan spoke: "Morning." ”

"Hmm. Situ Yanran hummed heavily, the corners of her lips slid into an arc, and her eyes were pan pan and her heart was ashamed.

Others will be alienated and disgusted because of my appearance, but Li Gongzi will not ......

The two greeted each other and were speechless. As time passed, the students entered the house one after another, and greeted Li Xianyuan when they saw him. At this time, they looked at Li Xianyuan, and their eyes were completely different. If there was still a little unconvincing in the past, now there is only a strong admiration and envy. In their lifetimes, they have come to the end of writing vision poems. Meteorological poems can't even think of it.

Li Xianyuan noticed a little detail. In the past, although the students of the Lushe would not provoke Situ Yanran, they also stayed away from her. Nowadays, everyone who meets her will greet her in a friendly way.

If you make a vision poem, you will naturally win a different eye.

There are outsiders, Situ Yanran wants to talk to Li Xianyuan in her heart, but she is too shy to speak. Sitting in the seat, he frequently sneaked a peek at Li Xianyuan's side.

After Xu Zhitian came, he was stunned when he saw Li Xianyuan. A nod counts as a greeting. With Li Xianyuan writing meteorological poems, the gap between the two widened. This couldn't help but make Xu Zhitian's heart complicated.

It was still half a pillar of incense before the first class, and Shen Sheng was late. Grasping the pancake fruit in one hand, he munched on the straw mat, walked to his low table, lifted his robe and sat down.

He took another big bite and chewed silently.

"Huh?: Shen Sheng's throat leaked lightly, and he stopped chewing.

He always felt something strange.

Subconsciously turned around, and saw a person sitting on a straw mat behind the low table that had been empty for two days.

"Brother Li!" Shen Sheng roared, and pounced on him with ecstasy, regardless of the greasy hands.

Li Xianyuan's face did not change, his body leaned back, leaned on the low table behind him, and stretched out his legs to resist Shen Sheng's chest who rushed up, so that he couldn't get close.

"Brother Li, are you alright?" Shen Sheng stood up straight with a stupid smile, stuffed the remaining pancake fruit into his mouth, and rubbed a pair of greasy hands on his body.