The Zhou Dynasty's novels were not very prosperous. People who read and write are very precious, and what they pursue is the life of "Chao is Tian Shelang, and Twilight is Tianzitang", so naturally they will not bother to manage these "small businesses". Moreover, because opera is still in its embryonic state and is not systematic, naturally not so many people make a living by writing excerpts.

It's not that there are no shops that engrave novels, but there are very few, and most of them still rely on printing the Four Books and the Five Classics.

Nowadays, the most people do in their leisure time is to rush to the market to visit the temple fair, and go to those Qinglou Chu halls to listen to music with a little spare money.

The current Qinglou Chu Pavilion has not yet developed into a place for the skin and meat business, most of them are Qing people, only selling their art and not selling their bodies, and many literati and scholars like to go there to gather and do some poetry and songs. The literary and artistic literacy of some young people is even better than that of many readers, and if someone's lyrics are favored by a famous person and they arrange music, this person can also become famous directly.

But these are all deals that can only be brought in and out, so what about having a reputation? Can fame be eaten?

Especially a child who is not yet ten years old, even if he has a reputation, he can't keep it.

So Mu Qing chose a more secure method. He has also seen a lot along the way, and there are many similar novels in the Mu family's collection, but the content is pale and empty to the point of being boring.

It's not a war or a song of merit, but it's a talented and beautiful woman, but there is nothing.

Although there is a big defense for men and women now, it has not reached the point where a man will commit suicide when he looks at it. There are also a lot of famous young ladies - like Mu Ting - usually either embroidering or painting, if there is a novel to relieve their boredom...... Mu Qing thought about the pomp and circumstance of those stations in his previous life, and deeply felt that this road was feasible.

I decided to write, but the subject matter was also a big problem.

Don't think about martial arts, most of the martial arts novels in my memory have some reactionary thoughts, and it is a death to be noticed when I write them. Fantasy is not good, all kinds of things in it are too erratic, and it is in vain to write it for fear that no one will read it. Writing history is too grandiose and time-consuming, and far water cannot quench the thirst of the near.

Or, write **?

Mu Qing shook his head, forget it, this aspect can be slowly infiltrated, and if you write it directly, I am afraid that there will be a mess.

After thinking about it, I finally decided that it would be safer to write about talented and beautiful women.

The story of the West Chamber is not short, nor too long, and the story in it can be regarded as simple, but it can become a long-standing classic, which naturally has its reason.

May there be lovers in the world who will eventually become married.

This sentence was put on the title page of the book.

Annu wrote by candlelight, and in his ears was Mu Qing's unhurried voice, he was telling a story, and this story was something Annu had never heard before.

How can anyone fall in love at the first sight of another person? This is also ...... Too unreserved. How can you be disobedient to the words of the matchmaker of your parents?

But even so, Annu was eager to know what would happen next. Will Zhang Sheng be with Cui Yingying? What about matchmakers? What about matchmakers?

Annu writes slowly, so Mu Qing slowed down his speech to match Annu's speed, but Annu wanted to know what happened next, and the words under his hand changed a little.

Mu Qing glanced at it, reached out and patted Annu's wrist: "It's too tight, looser, I'm afraid others won't recognize the words you write like this." ”

Annu's ears were a little red, and her ears became redder and redder as she looked at the blurry mess she had written. He brushed his pen and moved his wrist, but his eyes were looking at Mu Qing: "Master, how could you come up with such an interesting story?" ”

"Your master, I ...... It's also to listen to what others say. Mu Qing is not too cheeky at the moment, and said with a dry cough.

"This Zhang Sheng, and then he didn't come back to find Miss Cui?" An Nu really couldn't help but ask, but when Mu Qing just opened his mouth, he shook his head, "Master, don't sue me, it's not interesting to sue me." ”

In case they don't get together...... Annu felt that she was afraid that she would not be able to write anymore.

Mu Qingdao felt a little strange, this "The Legend of the West Chamber" has always been liked by women, even if it is Mu Qing, he just thinks that the poems in it are better, but he doesn't care much about the storyline. On the contrary, it was Annu, but she was like a little girl, crying and laughing, and when she changed her expression on that good-looking little face, she saw that people's hearts were cute.

Mu Qing suddenly moved away from the chair slightly, approached Annu, and narrowed his eyes: "Has Annu been lying to me all along?" Actually, you're a girl. ”

When Anu heard this, he was stunned at first, then shocked, and almost threw away the brush in his hand.

Mu Qing couldn't help but tease him when he saw him, so he stopped teasing him, smiled, and put the brush in Annu's hand. He asked Anu to write on his behalf, firstly, so that Annu would not be unpopular in the future, and secondly, to cover up his handwriting.

Writing a script is not a great road after all.

But this word is too ugly and unsightly, at least it has to be recognized, isn't it? And paper and pen are all asking for money, Annu is now because of the writing time is not long, the words are very large, a piece of paper is written on more than 40 words, if it has been like this, a copy of "The Legend of the West Chamber" comes out, I am afraid that it will have to take a box to pack away.

Going around to Annu's back, Mu Qing propped up on the table with one hand, and supported Annu's right hand with the other, and said, "Your hand is too hard, and every time you put the pen too hard, you don't retract it when you collect it." The pen is heavy, and the pen is light......"

Annu nodded obediently, and followed Mu Qing's hand movements with a focused and serious expression.

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A book of Western Chambers, neither long nor short, the brush words are not fast, but they can never be written in one night.

When she woke up the next day, Annu was in bed, which was rare. Mu Qing took the half of "The Legend of the West Chamber" from his bedside and put it on the table, thinking that Annu secretly got up and took it after Mu Qing fell asleep.

Mu Qing didn't call him, but washed his face with water. There are some things in the small kitchen in the yard, the original Mu Qing is not diligent and does not distinguish between grains and grains, but Mu Qing, who is used to living alone, is a person who can cook. Although you can't cook a big dish, you can still make porridge.

Brushed the pot, washed the rice, put water and rice in the pot, covered the lid, and then Mu Qing went to the yard to run a few laps, the activity was almost over, and the porridge was almost cooked, so he went back to the kitchen, opened the lid, flew an egg into it, added salt, and served it out after a while.

Picked up the spoon and tasted it, it was not very delicious, but it was enough for Mu Qing, who had eaten baked steamed buns for several days.

He happily took the bowl back to the house, and saw that Annu had already gotten up, and when he heard footsteps, he got dressed faster and faster.

I kicked my shoes and walked out, but I smelled the fragrant smell of rice.

"Go wash your face, and then come for breakfast." Mu Qing greeted him while serving the porridge, licked the white porridge in the bowl, and then looked satisfied.

Annu actually heard the sound of the kitchen, and thought it was an illusion, but when she really opened the window and saw Mu Qing walking out with a big bowl, she was startled.

The time he has served Mu Qing is not short, how can I see him cooking. The gentleman is far away from cooking, and Annu also knows this sentence.

But he didn't ask, he didn't say, he obediently went to wash his face, rinsed his mouth, and sat down at the table with a spoon in his hand.

"It's just a bowl, let's make do with it first, and then go out and buy it later." Mu Qing pushed the bowl towards Annu's side.

Annu didn't move, lowered his head, and said cowardly: "I'll ...... in the future." I won't be in bed anymore. ”

Mu Qing smiled: "It's okay, I used to lie in bed every day." Without waiting for Annu to say anything else, "Taste it, master, how is my craft?" ”

Annu spared a spoonful and put it in his mouth, blinking his eyes, and the deer-like eyes were very clear and bright when he looked at people: "It's delicious." ”

Mu Qing became more and more happy, and also picked up the spoon and started eating.

The two men leaned together in front of a bowl, head to head, and as they talked and laughed, the young man's crisp voice came far away.