Chapter 47 Holiday

Summer nights are always so silent.

Especially the Duanwang Mansion.

Partial courtyard pear courtyard.

Today's dinner is still simple, a fried bamboo shoots, three fresh meatballs, a pot of roasted cabbage, and two bowls of white rice.

"Sit down, let's eat."

Ma Tong's mood is on the cheerful side.

Zhu Lan waited for Miss to clamp the dish before moving her chopsticks, but she didn't understand the question asked by Miss in the next second.

"What about Qin Chun? I don't seem to have seen her in a long time, could it be that I'm hallucinating? ”

Zhu Lan pulled out a dry smile, thinking that the young lady only remembered the princess now, alas.

"Princess, she is now in Qingzhou City, this is the first half of the month."

Ma Tong choked, good guy, don't take her when you go out to play, it's really a plastic sister. Qingzhou City? So the guy next door is gone.

"Oh. We'll eat them all tonight and start enjoying the holidays. ”

She didn't care about that old aunt.

Zhu Lan: "Holiday? Miss means Hugh Mu? ”

Ma Tong nodded and said, "Well, Miss Ben will not write books from now on, although the days to come, Zhu Lan don't worry, I have arrangements." ”

Zhu Lan just nodded and knew that whatever the young lady said, it was what she said.

Ma Tong had planned it from the morning, and she had to do it because of her pen name, which is why she had to let Zhu Lan dress up in disguise twice.

Now it seems that there should be a careful person working in secret, so she is not moving now, and it is impossible for them to find out.

Besides, her new book has finished writing 9,000 words, and the plot behind her can still be figured out. The new book is "Crying to Marry the Queen Mother", which tells the story of the heroine from a rural village girl, who had to enter the palace as a palace maid in order to make a living, and stood out in the selection of palace maids and became a second-class palace maid in front of the palace; The heroine originally thought that she could upgrade the consul aunt of the Si Shang Bureau, but she was temporarily favored by the emperor, and she had to choose to be a palace concubine in order to survive, and step by step finally became the queen mother of the ruling and opposition powers.

This is a big female protagonist infrastructure text, the male protagonist is naturally the emperor, but there is not much pen and ink, and the right should be for the female protagonist's support.

Ma Tong wrote this for the second time just for the women of this dynasty, and she didn't plan to cooperate with Lan Bookstore, she had to change to a bookstore with a stronger background to cooperate, and then she would do the right thing.

Of course, after the first book wrote about the bad prince's reputation, the second book continued to write, this is really her small belly, there is no way, if you don't take revenge, she is the toilet!

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East Palace. Changle Palace.

The atmosphere in the hall is a little subtle, as if slipping into a cold winter wind, which makes people bitterly cold.

Mo Jian ordered people to buy all the books back, read a page only to feel that there was a needle in his eye, and the pain was so bad, and then he looked down and saw His Royal Highness the Prince inside, not to say empathy, but to say that the anger in his heart was burning, and he couldn't wait to arrest this person and divide the body.

Ridiculous! It's ridiculous!

With a "snap", Mo Jian closed the book heavily, and slapped a big palm on the table to show his anger.

The palace maids and eunuchs in the palace knelt neatly on the floor.

An old eunuch didn't dare to look directly at the majesty of the prince, and looked down at the floor and persuaded: "Your Highness is angry!" Your Highness is angry! ”

The enraged Mo Jian let out a contemptuous yin and yang weird laugh and called for Yu'er Xiu'er to come in.

Yu'er: "What does Your Highness command?" ”

"Go, check it out! Lone wants to see people in person, dead to see corpses, and alive to see people! Lonely wants to see who it is! ”。

Yu'er/Xiu'er: "Yes! ”