The candle flame jumped, crackling from time to time, and popped out of two or three sparks, fleeting.

The light in the room is dim, and the dark fragrance floats.

Baili Mingsu looked at Han Fu, his eyes full of doubts.

A story is sold to a bookstore, and the income is only a little moisturizing, which is not worth mentioning.

Therefore, she is quite puzzled by the idea of making money.

Han Fu nodded and smiled: "Well, it's better to do it easily than to put it in the dust on the bookshelf after writing." ”

Hearing this, Baili Mingsu couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

Left and right are not a big deal, so I don't say anything more.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the dark shadow floating along the window, frowning slightly, and then poured water into the inkstone and studied it with ink.

"It's not bad to kill two birds with one stone."

Baili Mingsu bowed his head slightly, focusing on the inkstone, and his hands were gentle, like a beautiful scenery, quiet and elegant.

Han Fu admired it openly, only feeling beautiful, and asked at the same time, "Do you have a bookstore at home?" ”

"Nope." Baili Mingsu shook his head slightly and said, "Uncle has no intention of doing business, and the family has not touched this matter. Unlike other nobles, most of them have industries to make a living. ”

Han Fu asked, "Even so, if I go to sell the manuscript, my uncle won't be disgusted, right?" ”

"No, my uncle just has no intention of doing business, not disdain."

"That's good." Han Fu breathed a sigh of relief.

The Zhou family is his main support now, if Zhou Xinyi opposes this move, he has no choice but to find another way.

After thinking about it again, Han Fu asked, "In this way, all the financial resources of the family are only fiefdom land rent and lulu?" ”

"Hmm." Baili Mingsu was still studying ink, raised his eyes and smiled: "So although the Zhou family is noble, it is not extremely rich. Yuanshan's cousin already has an official position and has his own income, but there are not many. And my distant cousin, as well as my brother and I, only have the usual monthly money. ”

"If you think carefully, among your peers, your husband is the richest."

Han Fu smiled and said, "Is it because of His Majesty's reward yesterday?" ”

Yesterday's wedding, Emperor Xiaokang sent someone to congratulate, although the handwriting is not big, but it is also a huge amount of money.

And the will says that it is a reward for him.

Baili Mingsu said: "Those rewards, except for the husband, no one can touch them. ”

Han Fu suddenly thought of Baili Mingda and asked, "Isn't my brother a hereditary title?" There should be a fief too, right? ”

Baili Mingsu said: "It is all kept by my aunt, and it is only given every month." ”

Han Fu suddenly said, such a tutor is indeed strict.

The topic was quite deep, and Han Fu did not continue to talk about it.

And with just a few words, he also probably knew the economic situation of the Zhou family.

Less than the above, more than the bottom.

Since the Zhou family does not have a shop, they can only find a bookstore to generate income by writing books.

There is no urgency in this matter, and I will write two more stories first.

While thinking about it, Han Fu suddenly saw Baili Mingsu get up, walk to the copper basin with the inkstone, and pour the inkstone ink into it.

Han Fu was quite puzzled, and he didn't know why Baili Mingsu made this move.

Baili Mingsu smiled, and his eyes were sent out of the window.

Han Fu followed and shifted his gaze, landing on the edge of the closed window, and suddenly suddenly.

That uncle must have come to listen to the corner again.

He was speechless, not knowing what to say.

If you have sex tonight, I don't know that he is eavesdropping outside the window, and the sound of beauty is in his ears, will he not be embarrassed?

It's your own sister.

Thinking of this, Han Fu shook his head again and again.

Baili Mingsu walked back to the case, perhaps feeling that the ink was not thick, so he poured water into the inkstone and continued to grind.

"I like the wonderful story of my husband. If you write it later, do you want me to see it? Bai Li Mingsu said.

Is this the first loyal reader?

Han Fu nodded and said with a smile: "Okay." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Thanks."

"You're welcome."

At this point, the two of them were speechless, and the room fell silent.

Baili Mingsu focused on ink research, while Han Fu thought to himself.

Reading and practicing calligraphy and martial arts all day long is quite monotonous.

If you are engaged in business, it can be regarded as passing the time, and by the way, you can earn money in case of emergency.

With the support of the Zhou family, there should not be much obstacle.

This matter is not urgent, it needs to be carefully planned.

After a moment, Thyme Mingsu got up again and poured ink into the copper basin.

In an instant, the water in the basin turned from pale black to pitch black.

Baili Mingsu seemed to understand Han Fu's heart, got up and walked, and then picked up the copper basin.

Baili Mingsu walked to the window and opened the window with a gentle push with his bare hands.

Han Fu followed closely behind, pouring a basin of water under the window.

"Wow..."

"I..."

Baili Mingda, who was pouting through the window, felt soaked and jumped up violently.

Frightened, he met Han Fu and Baili Mingsu's calm gaze again.

"Haha... I can't sleep, I come out for a walk, who knows that I have come here. Baili Mingda smiled to hide his weakness, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

At this moment, he has become one with the night, and a pair of eyes blink from time to time.

Baili Ming was expressionless and said, "Brother is sleepy, right?" ”

"Well, sleepy." Baili Mingda nodded again and again, turned around and said, "Let's go back to sleep." ”

After taking two steps, he felt that his vision was black, wiped his face with his hand, and then looked at his palm, but saw that the water was as black as ink.

"Sister, it's too much to add ink." He asked back, in exchange for Baili Mingsu's quiet gaze.

Baili Mingda suddenly panicked, and said with a smile: "It's not too much, it's not too much at all." ”

After saying that, he looked at Han Fu again, although he did not speak, his eyes were full of encouragement.

Han Fu turned a blind eye.

When the window was closed again, Baili Mingsu suddenly smiled, bright and moving.

The appearance of Baili Mingda is particularly funny, which makes her laugh.

Han Fu smiled: "Brother, I'm afraid it will take a long time to clean. ”

"Who is to blame?" Bai Li Mingsu shook his head and said.

Han Fu nodded, turned around and walked to the west couch, and said, "Sleep." ”

Looking at Han Fu's back, Baili Mingsu's expression softened: "Hmm." ”

The east couch, Baili Mingsu and the clothes lie on the side, staring at the west couch separated by two bamboo curtains, slightly distracted.

This husband seems to be a little different.

...

Tibetan Xiangju, located in a simple alley in Dingxing, is the place where the three religions and nine streams, the peddlers and pawns gather, it is said that the fish and dragons are mixed, and the black smoke is miasma.

On weekdays, the Tibetan incense house is very noisy, shouting constantly, perfectly revealing the atmosphere of the market.

However, today, two distinguished guests came to the Tibetan Fragrance House, so that the diners did not dare to make noise and trembled.

The tavern shopkeeper was terrified, and he couldn't understand how a broken place like his own could attract two nobles?

He waited cautiously, for fear of annoying the other party and causing unwarranted disaster.

Lu Ziyuan feasted happily, didn't care about the eyes of others, and didn't dislike the poor wine and food.

Zhou Yuanshan had no appetite, and put down his chopsticks in a few bites, he saw that Lu Ziyuan was eating happily and drinking happily, and he felt more and more that this person was a strange person among the nobles.

After a moment's hesitation, Zhou Yuanshan asked, "You don't know Han Fusu, how can you send him an invitation?" ”

Lu Ziyuan still had wine and food in his mouth, and said vaguely: "I sent it for someone." ”

"Delivered for someone?" Zhou Yuanshan was suddenly puzzled and asked, "Who did you send it for?" ”

"My sister, Lu Zhiyu. She has loved poetry since she was a child, and she also set up a poetry club in my name and became the head of the club. I don't know how those people in the poetry club would feel if they learned that their head was a woman. ”