Jiang Han's whole person is messy, is this still the head of the Cultural Review Court? Is this still a great Confucian?

He didn't expect that he could meet this kind of person who wants to play a role, and he is still a great Confucian.

Yu Yunqi suddenly realized in an instant, I just want a poem to follow the name of the posterity, this old thief directly wants this? Still shameless?

So Dexing, I'm ashamed to be with it! Gu Qingqiu thought indignantly and said, "Hmph! This "Dream of Red Mansions" is a world novel that clearly tells the love of children in the boudoir, and you want Han'er to join the Confucian students created in your image, which is simply nondescript! You can say it! ”

Jiang Han and Jiang Han were called before, but now even Han'er is called? Yu Yunqi said: "Brother Qingqiu's words are extremely true, it is better to write the old man in, the old man has low requirements, and good people and bad people can do it." ”

Jiang Han: ???

This great Confucianism is giving people away, right?

"The three gentlemen are so loving, Jiang Han is honestly afraid. But writing a book is only a whim, and it still depends on how well it sells after it is published. However, the virtues of the three gentlemen are highly respected by the students, and in their leisure time in the future, they will surely write books and speak together for the three gentlemen. ”

Jiang Han replied with a serious face.

"It's okay, I have time to think about this again, and I can't be in a hurry when I write a book." Yu Yunqi smiled: "You are still focusing on your studies!" ”

"The student knew about it, and the student had something to do, so he left first."

"Go ahead!"

Jiang Han said goodbye and left.

Gu Qingqiu looked at his back and exclaimed: "This son has a very good character, the only pity is the identity of the son of the prince, and now he is a princess, and he is destined to not be able to break free from the dragon pool of Kyoto." Otherwise, it is not impossible for this son to devote himself to learning Confucianism, and he will become a great Confucian in the future, and even canonized! ”

Gu Qingqiu, who had always been arrogant, praised Jiang Han so much, and attached great importance to Jiang Han in his words, but Chu Jingzhi Yunqi did not refute, but nodded slightly.

Today's "Dream of Red Mansions", if others look at it, they can only see that the story is wonderful, but in the eyes of the three great Confucians, it is a work that is enough to make the literary world churn!

It is not impossible to write such a work and become a great Confucian.

And Yu Yunqi suddenly remembered the words on the red wall at that time, and his eyes flickered slightly.

……

After coming out of Taixuefu, Jiang Han returned to the Sanwei Library, which had been cleaned quite neatly, and Zhou Hu had entered a lot of popular novels.

Now only his "Dream of Red Mansions" is missing, and he can show his strength.

The house was exchanged for a poem, and the publication also had the help of Confucianism...... Jiang Han looked at the bookstore, full of self-confidence, and said, "Zhou Hu, do you think the young master is awesome?" ”

Zhou Hu thought about it silently, and the young master seemed to be a cow: "I don't want to see it." ”

After a busy afternoon, it was late to return in the evening, and the lights had been turned off in the Weiguo Mansion, and it was pitch black.

The eldest mother is the eldest mother, and she didn't even leave me food, after all, she is not biological...... Jiang Han dissed the eldest lady in his heart, ran to the kitchen and casually prepared some leftovers to eat, and then returned to his yard.

When I entered the courtyard, I found candlelight shining through the house.

Who's in your house at this time?

Jiang Han pushed open the door and walked into the room, the candles in the room emitted orange light, and the girl in plain clothes sat at the table, supporting her chin with one hand and holding a book in the other.

Jiang Han looked over to the side of the bed, the wastepaper basket was placed in the corner, no one should have moved, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

In the future, the waste paper must be discarded in time.

"Third sister, what are you doing in my room?"

Jiang Han walked over and took away the book in Jiang Qingyan's hand, which was a collection of poems.

Jiang Qingyan raised her head and glared at him, slightly dissatisfied: "Where did the second brother go?" Why don't you come home so late? ”

The orange light of the candle fell on the girl's sharp melon seed face, which was really delicate.

Why is it a questioning tone, this is not the emptiness of fate...... Jiang Han said: "Open a bookstore, what is the third sister doing in my room." ”

"What kind of bookstore does the second brother really want to open to sell popular novels? My mother said today that the bookstore will have to close down after two months at most. Jiang Qingyan blinked her beautiful eyes and persuaded: "Second brother still listen to my sister's advice, don't open it!" ”

Jiang Han said: "Heh, my mother is prejudiced against me, I have already handed over the written manuscript to the director of the Literary Review Institute, and the book will be printed soon." ”

Jiang Qingyan's eyes widened: "What the second brother said is true or false?" Can what you write pass the review of the Literary Review Institute? ”

Jiang Han saw that this third sister didn't believe it at all, so he smiled: "It's a pity that the original manuscript is not in hand, otherwise you will have to see the talent of the second brother." ”

Jiang Qingyan grinned: "Then the second brother can also tell me." ”

Jiang Han snorted twice: "Okay, the second brother will tell you." ”

In the Weiguo Mansion, the third sister has a good relationship with the original owner, and it doesn't hurt to tell stories.

Jiang Han sat down on the bed and began to tell the story.

After talking for an hour, Jiang Qingyan shivered with coldness: "Second brother, you let me drill into your bed, it's too cold outside!" ”

It's only September, but it's already snowing in Kyoto.

"Then you can come up." Jiang Han said it as soon as he said it, and after speaking, he felt a little remorseful, how could he say it well.

Oh, when I was a child, the original owner often slept with my third sister.

It's a bit of a habit.

Jiang Qingyan grinned, and didn't take off her coat, except for her small shoes, she got into the quilt: "The second brother is really warm in the quilt. ”

"Okay, don't squeeze, I'll keep talking, listen carefully."

"Uh-huh."

This lecture lasted another hour.

……

"Second brother, what's the back? Why don't you talk about it? ”

"The second brother is sleepy and wants to sleep."

……

"Second brother, have you slept?"

"Gurgling ......"

……

"Second brother and second brother, what will happen to Lin Daiyu in the end?"

"Dead."

“……”

……

"Second brother, let's talk about it again, I really can't sleep."

"Then you go back to your room, I'm going to sleep."

……

"Second brother, you've hit me."

"Ah???h Jiang Han was startled, and suddenly he lost his sleepiness.

"You're putting your arm on my back!"

"Oh."

……

"Second brother, I want to buy moths, can you ......"

"I'm dead, and I have something to burn paper."

"Humph!"

Jiang Qingyan pulled the futon angrily, and then rolled into a ball like a maggot.

Jiang Han: ???

"Third sister, I haven't cultivated Haoran righteousness yet, I'm afraid you're not going to cold me to death! Third sister, return my quilt quickly! ”

……

This sleep was extremely uncomfortable, and when he woke up the next day, Jiang Han found that he seemed to have a cold.

Jiang Qingyan, who is begging for beating, must lock the door in the future and prevent her from coming in!

In the morning, Jiang Han stayed in the study to read, and in the afternoon, Zhou Hu hurriedly came over, his face full of joy: "Young master, someone from the printing workshop said that our books have been printed in the first batch, and they can be mentioned." ”

Jiang Han was overjoyed when he heard this, he had handed over the publication documents to Zhou Hu yesterday, and asked the printing workshop to print 50,000 copies first, but he didn't expect it to be so fast.

"How many copies are in the first batch?"

"Ten thousand."

"Let's go, go pick up the book!"

Jiang Han soon took Zhou Hu and two other servants to the printing workshop to pick up the books, and paid the printing fee in person.

And when he mentioned the book, the news also spread.