Restless, shy and embarrassed, the shopkeeper's heart was filled with various emotions for a while.

How can you write about things under the bed?

How can some shemales fall in love?

How can there be no follow-up?

In this bookstore, the shopkeeper read the travelogues written by many courtiers, and the level of appreciation is not bad.

Some people will express their understanding of the world through words and depict all kinds of landscapes.

Some people, although the writing is not good, but the writing is old and spicy, just right.

Some people are good at using flowery words, while some ministers have some madness and cynicism in their writings.

Only I have never seen such a person as You Hun.

There are a lot of shortcomings, too many to count.

There are no details to describe, and there are no amazing scenes.

It is neither a travelogue that records customs and customs, nor a lingering love story, or a love-hate relationship.

Even the scripts of Mai Yun's assassination of the king, drumming and scolding, stripping and scolding friends, etc., which were expanded from the opera, were better than him.

It's too vulgar, it's unbearable, and it's embarrassing to turn the page.

Peng Zun saw that the shopkeeper's expression was strange, and he was puzzled, so he stepped forward to take a look.

At a glance, he felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart, as if he was about to gause, and when he was on the bed, the other party suddenly showed a fox tail?

Peng Zun said indignantly: "I really didn't expect that there would be such a vulgar book, I really can't imagine what kind of bad person can write such a thing!"

He already understood Youhun's intention to write this kind of thing.

In the market, the remarks that Daji is a fox spirit spread widely, and many people distrusted the court and the king because the monster stayed in the palace as a concubine.

If it weren't for Chaoge's good life and gambling on horses to make money, I'm afraid that many people would have packed their bags and moved away, and no one wants to be with monsters, and I don't know when the fox spirits in the palace will run out and harm people.

You Hun must play the essence of a traitor, want to write the story of the fox spirit and the human being, and then spread the story to make people accept the love affair between humans and monsters, and further express his position, saying that even if the king chooses the demon as a concubine, he You Hun is also a loyal licking dog.

What a bad personality!

Peng Zun scolded in his heart, replacing him with a minister with good writing like Xin Jia, and polishing the story, maybe it can have some effect, but You Hun, a minister who can only prevaricate the story with dirty words, will only make things worse!

Many people saw the reaction of Peng Zun and the shopkeeper, and they wondered, this book has such a big appeal?

A woman in brocade reached out and grabbed the book, she was the daughter of Huhou Baozu, and her style was unrestrained.

After snatching the book, she just turned to the paragraphs of the bed, and immediately her heart was pounding, her face was red, and her legs were clamped unconsciously.

This... This.... How can a businessman be so open?

Another woman leaned over and looked at her a few times, but her face was also red.

This woman was the daughter of a certain noble family, and although she also clamped her legs, she only hesitated in her heart for a moment, then threw the manuscript on the ground and stepped on it fiercely.

"It's unsightly, Lord You, it's not enough for the cholera dynasty, and you still want to cholera people?!"

Peng Zun was indignant, he was not afraid of You Hun, he had been in Shanglinyuan Palace City for a long time, and he had more or less understanding of the affairs of the court.

Peng Zun continued: "The shopkeeper, if this kind of book is printed, it is absolutely impossible for anyone to come to the bookstore to buy books, and even the ministers of the court and the central government will be dissatisfied, how can they let those travelogues be displayed together with such vulgar books? ”

Wei Yu also said on the side: "This book is really unsightly, it pollutes people's eyes, even in our tiger side, no one dares to do this." ”

The men and women around responded one after another, and the books fell to the ground, and they saw a few paragraphs at some point.

The swaying shopkeeper also reacted at this time, this thing can't be done, although it will offend You Hun, but presumably You Hun's biggest reliance on King Xuan will not let this kind of book circulate in the world, and the ministers of the court don't need to say much, even if You Hun hates the Yao family, he can't turn over the storm.

You Hun looked submissive, he was already weak-hearted, so he had to leave in the midst of the anger of the crowd.

Yun Zhongzi in the fortune teller looked at You Hun's departing back and sighed.

Because of the demon in the palace, the people have recently been asking for fortune telling, not for the weather or the harvest, but for the evil charms, in order to stick them at the door, tend to avoid the demons, and prevent the demons in the palace from coming to the people to eat people and make trouble.

Seeing the people like this, Yun Zhongzi was even more sure that it was right to eliminate demons.

The king did not drive himself out of the court, presumably he was also struggling, he believed that one day, the king would wake up.

The shopkeeper in the bookstore saw that the people were scattered, and secretly carried the manuscript with the extra shoe print into his arms.

...........

You Hun hurriedly entered the palace and reported to Zishou that the operation failed and even the first draft was lost.

The son is stunned, and the old platinum suppresses the future god?

He looked at You Hun and was silent for a long time, this is not a problem of books, it is a problem of people's ability, You Hun's ability to do things is at this level.

But there is no way, there is no one else who can do this kind of thing, except for You Hun.

Zishou thought for a while and said, "Go and summon the Xuanniao Guard in Shanglin Garden." ”

For today's plan, we can only rely on Xuanniaowei, but Xuanniaowei is silent, and the Shangguan who is in charge is Li Jing, which is easy to expose.

Only the group of Xuanniao Guards who farmed in Shanglin Yuan could be activated, hoping that at least before the courtiers found out, Xiao Liu Bei would be known to everyone and have enough influence.

Night.

As she walked down the street, she saw a roe deer man.

She was slightly flustered, but she was born in the tiger side and had a wild temperament, so she calmed down after a while and shouted, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Dmitry was taken aback by this drink, and hurriedly said, "Be quiet, be quiet." ”

Wei Yu felt that this person didn't seem to be a bandit, and she wondered, "Why did you stop me?"

"I—" Dmitry took out the book with a complicated expression, "Does Miss like to read?"

"Naturally, I love to watch. ”

"Great. "Med thought that the audience for these books was only men, and it was the first time he did his errand, so he hurriedly stopped someone, and when he found out that it was a woman, it was too late, but he didn't want to be a woman who loved to read.

"It's a penny, and if you like it, take it. ”

A penny is the price set by the child, if it is given for free, it is estimated that few people will take it seriously, just like handing out flyers in the previous life, who doesn't just take it and throw it away?

Setting a minimum price will at least allow people to take a few more looks, and it will be easier to spread the word.

Wei Yu took the book and looked at it, and happened to scan the content of what she saw in the morning, and immediately understood what kind of book it was.

She wanted to scold, but she couldn't resist the curiosity in her heart, she hadn't experienced that kind of thing yet!

She looked at the late day and there was no one around, gritted her teeth, pinched her throat and said, "I want it." ”

Then he threw the money and left.

There was a deep voice in the streets and alleys: "Friends, books, books?"