King Huai is crazy, cruel, arrogant, irritable, cold-blooded and ruthless, if he is unhappy in his heart and has anger in his chest, he will inevitably vent it.

Never wronged yourself.

There are too many people who have died at his hands because of this.

At this time, coupled with King Xiang's deliberate teasing, he was even more angry!

A pair of bloodshot eyes immediately stared at the guard who was frightened back by Jiang Long's attack earlier.

The guard's body trembled, his face suddenly lost blood, and he fell to the ground with his head down.

King Huai took a few steps forward and snatched a horsewhip from the hand of the guard on one side, raised it high, and slapped it heavily on the guard's face.

The guards didn't dare to dodge in the slightest, the whip fell, and blood splashed all over their faces, but there was already a terrifying and hideous deep whip mark.

Smack, smack, smack!

The whip fell again and again.

There were a few more blood marks on the guard's face, crisscrossing and terrifying.

Some fell on his body, directly whipped his clothes and rolled them up, and after a while, he was covered with blood.

Although his face was painful, the guards did not dare to exhale in pain.

Otherwise, your life will not be saved!

After beating half a pillar of incense, King Huai stopped out of breath.

"The main lord is already gone, do you only dare to vent your anger on the people in the house?" However, King Xiang's sneering voice sounded, and King Huai's face was full of anger.

"Please also ask King Huai to calm down, don't be angry." When Mrs. Diexiang saw that King Huai wanted to torture the bloodstained guard again, she felt a little unbearable, so she opened her mouth to persuade her.

When King Huai heard Mrs. Diexiang's voice, he really calmed down.

In an instant, I understood that King Xiang must not deal with the Jing family boy, so he wanted to provoke himself to make a move on the Jing family boy.

If he hurts the life of the Jing family boy in front of everyone, King Xiang will inevitably report to his father.

If he is demoted, King Xiang will have one less competitor.

What a ploy to kill two birds with one stone!

King Huai snorted coldly, turned around and left.

The Jing family kid caused him to lose face, and he had no shame to face Mrs. Diexiang again today.

After killing the Jing family boy, I will come here to drink and have fun with Mrs. Diexiang.

Looking at King Huai walking away, King Xiang's face was unhappy, "What do you want to persuade him?" Maybe if the fire is lit again, this king's impulsive and brainless younger brother can really rush out and kill the Jing family's boy. ”

Speaking of this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flickered in his pupils, "Are you really interested in the Jing family kid?" ”

"Nothing." Lady Diexiang stomped her feet in disgust.

began to be coquettish, the smile on her charming face bloomed, and the fullness on her chest shook because of her body, shaking out one seductive arc after another, and after a while, King Xiang was dizzy.

However, I don't know if it was intentional, when I walked to the small courtyard in front of King Xiang, Mrs. Diexiang took a deep look at the direction that Jiang Long had left before.

King Xiang's right hand was secretly clenched into a fist.

Jiang Long walked to the door of the Muwu Marquis' Mansion, and the few guards who were waiting here, as well as Tu Du, all gathered up.

King Xiang and King Huai are both noble, born in the royal family, and when they enter and leave other people's mansions, their personal guards can not leave their side.

But he couldn't.

And it was to meet a woman.

It wouldn't be nice to have the guards with you all the time.

Out of the Muwu Marquis Mansion, Jiang Long mounted his mount, and before leaving, he took a deep look at the plaque hanging on the door of the Muwu Marquis Mansion.

Not far away, Tudu suddenly rode forward and rode side by side with Jiang Long.

"Little master, there is a tail in the back."

Hearing Tudu's whispered reminder, Jiang Long snorted coldly, and continued to ride forward without looking back, "When I was in the Muwu Marquis Mansion before, I had a very unpleasant quarrel with King Xiang of Huai, King Huai's temper was short-tempered, and he was sent to follow me, and he would definitely poison me if he had the opportunity." ”

"What then?" Tudu frowned.

"King Huai is very strict with his stay, and when he gets orders, those people don't dare to disobey." Jiang Long's legs clamped the horse's belly, which increased the horse's speed a little, "But my life is not so easy to take, I have my own way to deal with this matter, you don't care." ”

"Yes." Tudu bowed his head in response, slowing down his horse's speed.

After a while, everyone came to the door of the printing house, Jiang Long glanced at the courtyard wall not far away, and saw that there were a few more horizontal scratches there, and the corners of his mouth were secretly provoked by an arc.

After entering the printing house, Chai Shirong naturally quickly greeted a burst of gossip.

and asked Jiang Long why he couldn't seize the opportunity to stay overnight in the Muwu Marquis's mansion.

When Jiang Long said that King Xiang and King Huai went to the Muwu Marquis Mansion one after another, Chai Shirong was a pity.

These two are both princes, nobles of the heavenly family, Jiang Long chose to avoid their edge and withdraw from the Hou Mansion, which is a very wise choice.

Jiang Long did not tell Chai Shirong that he and King Huai of Xiang had an unpleasant quarrel.

"Jiang Long, I have something to tell you." Chai Shirong suddenly became serious at this time.

Jiang Long was curious, "What's the matter?" ”

"Our book, today's sales have dropped sharply."

"Did you find the reason?" Jiang Long didn't show a surprised look.

Chai Shirong replied hatefully: "I just found out, it turned out that some Confucians in the DPRK and China joined hands to criticize and accuse our script, saying that the book is vulgar, and the content of the text is even more naïve and ridiculous, and it is simply insulting to use words for profit."

Some people also said that they wanted to write a letter and ask the emperor to order the seizure of our printing house! ”

“haha。” Jiang Long didn't get angry but laughed.

"Those great Confucians have a lot of influence, especially those scholars, they worship and look up to them, and listen to them very much, we are about to make no money, are you still in the mood to laugh?" Chai Shirong was dissatisfied, and the main group of people who bought the script were those literate literati.

"We are selling novels, not literary masterpieces, and we shouldn't expect to be recognized by those great Confucians." Jiang Long said with a smile.

"But they shouldn't suppress it!" Chai Shirong complained.

"Everything has a cause and an effect."

"Why do I think you're a bit of a chatter, can you guess why?" Chai Shirong was curious.

"As long as you're willing to use your brain, you can think of it." Jiang Long walked to the table and took a sip of tea, "As for the reason, it is nothing more than that those great Confucians found that many scholars and students were reading novels, and talking about novels had an impact on the students' schoolwork. ”

"Oh!" Chai Shirong suddenly realized.

Then he frowned, "Then how to solve it?" "If the problem is not solved, those great Confucians will talk to this novel and boycott it, and the money of the printing house will not be profitable.

Of course, he was not worried that the emperor would order the seizure of the printing house.

Chengguo Mansion is not easy to bully!

Jiang Long waved his hand and said, "Don't think about it, after a while, it will be fine." ”

"But ......"

"When you were a child, your father wouldn't let you climb trees, so don't you really want to climb them?" Jiang Long interjected and interrupted Chai Shirong's words.

Chai Shirong was stunned.

"The reason why the sales of the script are affected now is because those great Confucians have just spoken out against it, but after some time, this gust of wind has passed, and those students and scholars will naturally still buy it secretly."

Chai Shirong thought about it seriously and felt that what Jiang Long said made sense.

My father just said not to climb trees, so he naturally didn't climb them.

But after some time, when I saw the bird's nest among the branches, I itched my heart and wanted to go up and have a look.

It's the same with this novel, those students and scholars have been aroused and want to watch the back of the story, and now the Confucians don't let them read it, they can hold back for a while, but how long can they endure it?

Sure enough, you don't have to do anything, just wait.

"I've already written a few more verses of the story of the gray wolf, and I've also written a lot of the biography of Journey to the West, you can go back to the house with me to get it later, and let the guys print it."

"Good!" Chai Shirong hurriedly responded, he was also eager to know the development later in the story.

Jiang Long had expected the criticism of the Confucian scholars in the DPRK and China, so he was not surprised.

In this era, people attach great importance to words and learning, and many old-fashioned pedants will be disgusted and secretly hostile to novels.

Think it's insulting!

In their eyes, words are used to record learning, and they must not be used to make money.

Of course, the number of people who are disgusted is actually only a small minority.

More people just stand there with clear boundaries on the surface, but in private, they don't know how many novels are hidden at home.

Therefore, those Confucians in the DPRK and China will definitely not be able to suppress the sales of scripts.

Back to the hut where he was temporarily staying, Chai Shirong took the manuscript and left happily.

Jiang Long asked Tudu and the others to retreat, and after a while, a thin figure quietly walked in.

"Arranged by the red?"

"Well, I bought her a small shop in a remote town, and she can earn almost one or two silver a month, which is not much, and no one will beat her idea, and the same little money she earns is enough for her to spend after giving birth to a child in the future.

Usually your hands are tight, and when the child is born, it is okay to send it to a private school. ”

The person who came was Hou Jiang, "The small one bought that shop and spent thirty taels of silver......

Jiang Long waved his hand to interrupt Hou Jiang to settle the account, "You are acting alone outside, there are many places to spend, you don't have to count the money so clearly in the future, eat, dress, don't have to wronged yourself, although the silver in your hand is spent, are you afraid that I have no money?" ”

"Then you're welcome." Hou Jiang is not the kind of person who twists, and he knows that Jiang Long is very good at making money.

"Today I went to the Muwu Marquis Mansion as a guest, and I had an unpleasant quarrel with King Xiang and King Huai." Jiang Long said suddenly.

Hou Jiang's expression tightened, "What do you mean?" ”

"King Huai has murderous intentions against me!" Jiang Long sneered.

"I see." Hou Jiang said: "I'll go see Fang Pan immediately. "It's about starting first.

Jiang Long asked, "Is it easy to inquire about King Huai's whereabouts?" ”

"It's not hard." Hou Jiang explained, "Zhao Yan is a person who can't stay at home, and although he has many enemies, he is arrogant by nature, arrogant, and never takes the enemy in his eyes, and every time he goes out, he takes dozens of guards with him, and he is not afraid of someone assassinating." ”

"You take this thing, I'll teach you how to use it."

Jiang Long got up at this time and took out a purple wood box from the cabinet next to him, in the box, there was a gray paper bag lying quietly, last time Jiang Long asked Hou Jiang to buy some things, the items in the paper bag were made by Jiang Long from those things, "You pour the powder in the paper bag into a porcelain jar, and then ......"

Hou Jiang wrote it down carefully.

Before leaving, Hou Jiang asked, "Can this thing really kill Zhao Yan?" ”

"Hmm."

"What about the square plate?"

Jiang Long groaned for a long time, his voice indifferent, "In order not to leave clues, he can only die." ”