In order to finish the novel as soon as possible, Nie Xiaoqian returned early and came out late.

During the day, he hid the soul conjuring post, dodged the Zhaozhao sun, and when the sunset of the West Mountain was complete, he carried the bamboo basket and went to the ghost house in the county seat Huaishu Hutong.

Nie Xiaoqian's pen is powerful, like the snowflakes of Yanshan pouring down like a storm, swishing.

Ten days passed like this, but I saw the moon and stars sinking in the west, and suddenly there were fairy flowers falling in the sky, and there were golden lotuses surging on the earth.

Auspicious rain from the sky, I'm afraid it's not a sign of the birth of a treasure?

Nie Xiaoqian stopped her wrist and put down her pen, her eyes were like autumn water, her eyes were fixed on the paper, and she was very satisfied and said to herself: "Okay, Miss Li Yuhu and Miss Du Bingyan, it's up to you next!" ”

Ten days, except for when the sun came out, the rest of the time was all carefully written and written, without a little slackness, before I could finish writing a "Wrong Sedan Chair to Marry the Right Lang" and write these more than 200,000 words.

Although I also wrote some long essays in my previous life, the writing was dry and boring, and it tasted like chewing wax, how could there be such a moist text now.

After reading it carefully a few more times, she found no confusion in the text, so she smoothed out the thick stack of ridiculous words on the paper, wrapped it in Su Juan and put it under the bamboo basket.

There was nothing to say for a day, and on the second night, when a golden hook hung on the treetops, Nie Xiaoqian carried a bamboo basket to the gate of Guobei County.

On the edge of the city gate, two ragged guards each carried a broken gun, and in that boring gossip, suddenly in the faint night, a little lady carrying a bamboo basket came.

In the blink of an eye, the man had walked in front of him.

I saw her cloth dress and hairpin skirt, her body was light, although it was a golden lotus, it seemed that there was wind under her feet, and she fluttered past in the blink of an eye.

"Li Si, have you seen it, it seems that a fairy who has gone down to earth with a basket of Guanyin has just passed."

"I didn't see it carefully, it was like a glance, but it was indeed seven or eight points better than the eldest lady of the Wang family."

"The water is transparent, hey, even if I look at the eyes, I don't know which family is hiding in the boudoir, I am about to go out of the city to worship God, and the road is delayed, and then I came back to the city."

"I walked faster, and I didn't even smell the fragrance."

But I don't know the female ghost, how can the body not be light, and how can the feet not be smart.

It is said that Nie Xiaoqian thought about what she was going to do tonight, so before entering the city, she waved her hand and changed her body, and changed herself into a dress, which was a jingchai cloth skirt, with a plain face to the sky.

However, even if it is made of wattles and coarse cloth is used as a skirt, it is difficult to hide the neck show, if the shoulders are cut and the waist is like a prime, the whole inside is also fine, and the fit is shortened.

Nie Xiaoqian did not linger on the street, but chose a remote poor street and walked to the Wang family's bookstore, Siyizhai.

For this ancient market style, she no longer has the exuberant interest that she had when she first saw it.

When Nie Xiaoqian arrived at the door of Siyizhai, it happened that Qiongying, the queen of Wang Million, and her errand maid Baoqin were walking over together.

When the three girls met, Wang Qiongying was slightly stunned, and the hugging qin who followed closely also paused.

The first meeting between this woman, no matter how suitable, must be secretly compared first.

It is said that the upstairs looks at the mountains, the city looks at the snow, the lamp looks at the moon, the boat looks at the glow, and the moon looks at the beauty.

At the door of Siyizhai, under the moon in front of the lamp, hazy, Wang Qiongying saw Nie Xiaoqian's head moth eyebrows and independence, standing there with a bamboo basket, not happy, not angry, not angry, not smiling, no sadness, no sorrow, no worry, no depression, she has an extraordinary bearing, sprinkled, which amazed her.

"Is this sister here to buy books too?" In addition to being amazed, Wang Qiongying became close to Nie Xiaoqian, and immediately called her sister out of her mouth.

"It's rare for Miss to recognize a sister today." Baoqin next to him looked amazing, and when he turned around, he saw that his young lady was kind to strangers for the first time, and he couldn't help but say a word.

It turned out that although Wang Qiongying was the daughter of a giant, but at the age of seven, in the Jinling resort with a unique literary style, she worshiped the famous famous people of the Ming Dynasty as a teacher, the so-called seven-year-old school, ten years old, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all fluent, famous far and near, and is a maverick celebrity in the county.

As a result, he has developed a high-minded and self-proclaimed character, although he is not left without children, but he never commensurate with a group of close friends who are good friends on weekdays.

"I'm here to sell books." Nie Xiaoqian replied lightly.

"Selling books?" Wang Qiongying was stunned, and the tranquil emptiness exuded from Nie Xiaoqian's body made her think that she was here to buy books like herself, but she didn't think that she was here to sell books. And as soon as she heard that it was a book sale, she was curious, and subconsciously asked, "Can you show my sister?" ”

"I'm waiting for the Fang family's diagnosis." Nie Xiaoqian replied seriously.

"Let my sister smile, where is my sister called a Fang family, I have read so many books when I am free on weekdays. By the way, there hasn't been an introduction yet, it's really rude, my sister's surname is Wang, when I was seven years old, I was lucky, and the teacher gave me the two-word Qiongying, unknown sister's name? Wang Qiongying asked.

"It's modesty again, Miss said a lot more humble words this night than in previous years." Huqin continued to discuss.

Nie Xiaoqian smiled at the corner of her mouth, and she didn't say anything, she simply said neatly: "It turned out to be the sister of the Wang family, my name is Nie Xiaoqian." ”

Wang Qiongying, who was kept in the dark, saw that Nie Xiaoqian was straightforward, and immediately called "Sister Xiaoqian", and everyone was overjoyed.

Next, Wang Qiongying cleaned up a guest room in the store with the maid and the qin, boiled water to cook tea, put all kinds of seasonal fruits on the table, and invited Nie Xiaoqian in.

The two had a discussion and told each other about their age, and Wang Qiongying was a few days younger. Wang Qiongying consciously hit it off with Sister Xiaoqian at first sight, and was willing to confirm her sister's position.

Speaking of the situation at home, she couldn't help but admire this little sister from Qinghua County who was dependent on her grandmother at home even more.

Of course, she didn't know that Nie Xiaoqian was actually not dependent on a grandmother, but was held hostage by a "grandmother".

Now that they have officially known each other, Nie Xiaoqian, who has been waiting for the opportunity, pushed the boat down the river and took out the manuscript from the bamboo basket.

Wang Qiongying took over a thick stack of manuscripts, and she couldn't wait.

She already loves to read, and when she sees new manuscripts, she does everything possible to watch them, and this time she saw Nie Xiaoqian, a wonderful person with unparalleled appearance and bearing, and she preconceived that Nie Xiaoqian's writing was like her person, and what she wrote must be a strange article, and her expectations increased a few points.

"Marry the right man in the wrong sedan chair? If you get on the wrong sedan chair, can you still marry the right man? ”

Looking at the title of the book with a rather postmodern style, Wang Qiongying was suspicious, and couldn't help but look up at Nie Xiaoqian, and saw her nodding with a slight smile, as if she had been encouraged, and continued to look down.

"The poems on the head are simple and plain, and they are not good and colorful." Wang Qiongying thought to herself, "But if Sister Xiaoqian can take it out, she should be able to see the strange in the ordinary, the danger in the usual, the new in Chen, and the color in Pu." ”

Wang Qiongying can recite poems and write poems, and her knowledge of poetry and poetry is not shorter than that of ordinary readers, so it is natural to see that the line of poetry cannot be said to be very good, and it is not outstanding compared with those words on the market, but she is unwilling to weaken her evaluation of Sister Xiaoqian's writing.

With that in mind, she read into the text.

"The Wrong Sedan Chair Marrying the Right Lang" adopts the writing method of wanting to promote and suppress first, not talking about righteous warriors and martyrs, not talking about filial piety and virtuous grandchildren, no preaching, no proposition, only writing in love, compared with the current novels, ingenious and unique.

The two heroines in the book, Li Yuhu is delicate and straightforward, and Du Bingyan is gentle and alert, so that when Wang Qiongying reads it, she feels that the images of two vivid women are rushing towards her, as if she is standing in front of her.

However, these two good women are either forced by power or money to marry someone they don't want to marry.

Wang Qiongying felt the same way, and fell into the pit when she looked at it, and for a while, she saw the Three Kingdoms shed tears and was worried about the ancients.

However, between the lines, in the faint sorrow, there is a little joy hidden, and it is not blindly suppressed to the end.

Especially the lyrics in it, before they were sung, I couldn't help but want to laugh first when I read it, and I was so happy.

And with the passage of time, the plot changes delicately, and the fate of the two women is also doubtful.

Although there are still some storms, there are lovers who eventually become married, and the husband and wife are in the same boat, and they can always turn evil into good fortune and turn danger into disaster.

"Sister Xiaoqian's blue heart, the skirt hairpin does not let the eyebrows, and she really wrote a good book." After Wang Qiongying read it for a while, she thought about it carefully, and felt that it was different from the usual time of the poems.

It wasn't until the maid hugged the piano and saw that the night was dark and reminded her that she came back to her senses.

"Sister, little sister is rude, so my sister has been waiting for a long time. It's really that the article written by my sister is too tempting, and I am reluctant to put it down when I take it. Wang Qiongying said apologetically, sticking out the tip of her tongue embarrassedly, revealing the liveliness of a girl without paying attention, and she completely lost the dignified demeanor of everyone in front of everyone.

"Isn't this book written to make people read.,It's a blessing to be able to get into my sister's eyes.,My sister likes it.,Just take it if your sister likes it.。 Nie Xiaoqian saw that Wang Qiongying really liked it tightly, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this path seemed to be on the right track.

With Nie Xiaoqian's permission, Wang Qiongying was even more happy, but she immediately noticed a figure outside the curtain in the guest room, her smile faded, Liu Mei frowned slightly, turned her head and whispered a few words to Baoqin behind, and Baoqin went outside.

After a while, Baoqin came in with a large silk wrap.

Wang Qiongying stood up and took the package and put it into Nie Xiaoqian's bamboo basket.

Seeing this, Nie Xiaoqian hurriedly asked, "Sister, what is this going to do?" ”

"It's just some pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, which my sister usually uses to write articles, and it should be regarded as a little bit of my sister's filial piety to my sister." Wang Qiongying didn't say anything about the pen fee, let alone talking about money with her sister, the copper smell was too much, and it stained her sister's ears.

Nie Xiaoqian opened the package and took a look, in addition to the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that Wang Qiongying said, there were also ten ingots of silver, which were extremely heavy and heavy, I was afraid that there would not be as many as a hundred taels, and the corners of her mouth suddenly had a hint of a bitter smile.

It's not that as the saying goes, black eyes can't shake white silver, but she didn't even think about writing novels and selling them for money. After all, money is like stones and weeds on the side of the road to her, more is more, less is less, and she has no obstacle.

Her mind is very simple, that is, to write those unique stories of later generations, which are pleasing to the ears and ears.

She thought about it and looked at Wang Qiongying, and when she saw Wang Qiongying's determined expression, she knew that her mind would not change again, and she sighed lightly in her heart.

I knew that I didn't say that my family was poor, and I relied on my grandmother for my life, and I lived by selling literature, but now the lies are too deep, and it is difficult to return.

Since she couldn't refuse, Nie Xiaoqian had no choice but to take it and put it in the bamboo basket.

I didn't know that her posture was seen by Wang Qiongying, and she couldn't help but praise it in her heart: "Sister Xiaoqian is a strange woman who is not stained with vulgar things, and she is ice clear and jade." ”

This Siyizhai is her father's shop, she shouldn't be too self-assertive, otherwise she wouldn't just give a hundred taels of pen fees. However, she has secretly calculated in her heart, no matter whether this article is printed in the future, whether it sells well or not, she will find some excuses to send some subsidies as dividends to Sister Xiaoqian, and she will not teach Sister Xiaoqian to live a short life.

While Wang Qiongying was ashamed of her coppery behavior, the old master Wang who was watching the store in Siyizhai sighed outside.

The first thing he thought of was the noodle seller surnamed Lu in the county, who walked through the streets and alleys all day long, and made a lot of profits in a year, but in fact, it was only three or five taels, but the good life was prosperous, and I heard that he also wanted to study to take the top prize.

Then he thought of those poor and sour articles in the county, generally only a few articles, more than a dozen articles, and the high-priced ones were only a few hundred articles, and there had never been a book with such a sky-high price as one hundred taels. is the county master, a list of jinshi, ranked in the top three, and the pen fee for an article is only ten taels.

What is this Nie Xiaoqian, a wild girl from the countryside who doesn't know where she came from, wrote two strokes...... Alas, it's really a cub who sells Yetian and doesn't feel distressed.

Old Master Wang is not Wang Qiongying's master, and he doesn't dare to call himself the master, but his heart hurts faintly.

"Sister needs to walk around here a lot."

"Okay, Sister Qiongying, if you get a gap, I will definitely come to look for you."

"With a new book, I want to give my sister a sneak peek."

"Of course."