On the day of Prince Rong's coffin, white lanterns were hung along the roads in the capital, and paper money fluttered in the wind. In the past, the courtiers who were good friends with Yongqi also spontaneously went to say goodbye, crying and howling along the way.

Yingyun also heard the news of Yongqi's death, and couldn't help but sigh, standing in the corner of the wall outside Xian'an Palace, facing the direction of the coffin, and put a fragrance in the inconspicuous corner.

Even if he knew Yongqi's fate early on, but at this moment, the pathos in Yingyun's heart was still infinitely magnified.

The people who met her were all ancient people, maybe they were just a name in the history books, but for her, they were real people who had lived together.

Standing in the wind for a while, Yingyun seemed to have Chen Ziang's emotion, thinking of the world and the world, and crying alone.

"Brother!" Arlene suddenly called out to her behind her.

Yingyun wiped away her tears, turned her head, and saw him holding a thick stack of books, and said suspiciously: "Today is Prince Rong's mourning day, didn't the masters say that they would have a day off?" What are you doing here? ”

Arlene was holding a scroll that was half a man tall, and she staggered over and said, "Brother, give me a hand, I have taken over a good job." ”

"What job?" Ying Yun looked at him with a puzzled face, what kind of fame was he doing.

Arlene said with a smile: "The Beijing Bookstore has the job of copying books, and a book is always money, and after copying these, we will have the silver for next year." ”

"So much?" Ying Yun smiled reluctantly and said, "You shouldn't count me in, right?" ”

"Of course," Arlene gave the book four or six points, and gave more to Yingyun, and said, "You are my brother, so you can share a little more." ”

"......" Yingyun glanced at him, but she couldn't help him move the scroll to the room.

Arlene laid out the paper, immediately began to copy the book, raised her eyes to look at Yingyun, and said, "Brother, hurry up." "It's easy

Yingyun had no choice but to flip through the stack of books, trying to find a book with the least number of words, just turned over two volumes, and suddenly saw the four words "Fengyue Baojian" written on the cover, signed - Cao Xueqin!

Wow, Arlene actually brought the original work of "Dream of Red Mansions"?!

Yingyun asked dumbfounded, "You...... Where did you get this book from? ”

"Didn't I tell you, Beijing Bookstore!" Arlene copied it and said, "This job is not something that ordinary people can have, do you know who Cao Xueqin is?" ”

The corners of Yingyun's mouth twitched twice.

Cao Xueqin, who was famous in later generations, was not well-known at this time, after all, the current "Dream of Red Mansions" is just a book that has been circulated in a small area.

Arlene smiled mysteriously and said, "He used to be a staff member of Lord Yin, the governor of Liangjiang, and I heard that someone paid a lot of money to copy it on a large scale, so the price of this book is the highest, but I finally grabbed it through my connections." ”

Yingyun asked: "Someone paid a lot of money?" Who is it? ”

Who is so smart and discerning, when this book sells well, thousands of people will be empty, and they will definitely make a lot of money.

Arlene shrugged and said, "I don't know, I just heard that this person's pseudonym is 'Fat Yan Zhai'." ”

Fat Yan Zhai! Dream!

Yingyun held Arlene's smooth head, kissed it, and said with a smile: "You are really a treasure boy!" Come on, come on, copy a few more, these manuscripts will be very valuable in the future! ”

Arlene was skeptical and muttered, "Will a book with a head and no end be worth it?" ”