Bianjing Outer City.
To the southwest, next to Xinmen Wazi on Xinzhengmen Street.
Goulan Courtyard, sitting by the window on the second floor of Youfeng Pavilion, Chu Ci was sipping tea while holding a Jianghu Daily in his hand.
"Huh!" Chu Ci exhaled softly, put down the Jianghu Daily in his hand, and a flash of light flashed in his bright eyes.
"Confucian scholars, Taoist priests, and demons can also satisfy the love and hatred of women in the boudoir. No wonder he was able to sign a Class A contract with Shang Ru Study!"
The warm sun shone slantly into the second floor at noon, wrapping her whole body.
Chu Ci raised her hand to push aside the hair tie that was blown to her face by the wind. She held the teacup in her hand and played with it.
Under the sun, her eyes were floating, as if she was thinking about something.
"Hey, have you read today's Jianghu Daily?" At this time, on the table next to him, a burly man stood up and shouted with a newspaper in his hand.
"Of course I've read it. What you want to say is the story of A Chinese Ghost Story, right? It's really great, and looking at the page, it's obviously a great scholar!" Soon someone responded loudly, holding up the daily newspaper in their hands.
"This story is completely different from what I have seen before. The ending is so annoying. My Xiaoqian is actually reincarnated!"
"It's really too tragic. They obviously love each other, but it turns out that Nie Xiaoqian was reincarnated. It's so tragic!"
"That's right, the key is that we don't know where the reincarnation went. Even if Ning Caichen can wait, can Xiaoqian still remember Ning Caichen? Even if Xiaoqian recovers her memory, she will still be an old man and a young wife, and it will be a joke for people to point fingers at. …”
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the big man's words immediately aroused heated discussion on the entire second floor.
Listening to the discussion in his ears, Chu Ci played with the tea cup faster and faster
"A brand-new story that has never appeared before completely created a new genre, which will inevitably be imitated by countless people..." The teacup rotated in the palm of the hand and made a "buzzing" sound on the table.
"No matter whether Wang Feng can write another story of the same quality in the future, he is destined to become an upstart in the literary world. He is a legendary storyteller. He is the founder of a sect and is a sure-fire great Confucian!"
"Furthermore, as outsiders, master and apprentice Wang Feng must have extremely tight lives. At this time, they can definitely succeed if they cooperate with him!"
"Quick, go to Shang Ru Study immediately. I bought this story from Youfeng Pavilion. It doesn't matter how much it costs. As long as they ask for the price, they must ask where Mr. Wang lives!"
"Yes, shopkeeper, please don't worry!"
At this time, there was a conversation between the shopkeeper of Fengge and the boy below the second floor, which attracted Chu Ci's attention.
"We can't wait any longer, I want to strike first!" Chu Ci grabbed the rotating teacup with a "pop" sound, leaving more than twenty coppers behind, and got up and left.
"The major entertainment companies will never let go of 'A Chinese Ghost Story'. Compared with them, I have no advantage. The only thing I can compete with is the familiar relationship..."
Chu Ci walked quickly, she was going to find Wang Feng now!
After leaving the Youfeng Pavilion in Goulan Courtyard and walking onto the street, the crisp voice of the newspaper boy came up and down.
"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, a new great scholar in the literary world, Mr. Wang Feng's work that established the sect, A Chinese Ghost Story, the unresolved love between man and ghost, don't miss it!"
"The sky is covered with frost over the ten-mile flat lake, and every inch of blue hair is filled with worry about the past. Looking at the moon to protect each other, I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals. The love between man and ghost is a unique love in the world!"
"This is the first work to establish a sect, not to be missed..."
In the streets and alleys, more and more newspaper boys were shouting, which soon aroused everyone's curiosity. The miscellaneous newspapers were cheaper than the official newspapers. In Dafu, one copy only cost ten cents, so many people had spare money. people are willing to buy it.
Some people buy one and get together in small groups, which is a good deal.
Kaifeng County Government, in the lobby of the County Government Office directly east of the Second Hall.
Wearing a green robe and a black futou, County Prime Minister Xiang Tu put down the Jianghu Daily in his hand, picked up the tea cup on the table with a smile, took a sip, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Xiaofeng to be so talented. You This master didn’t notice it?”
Looking at the county magistrate, who had an elegant smile, a smooth and white face, and slight wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, Wang Senlin swallowed and smiled awkwardly.
"I didn't know this kid had this ability, this..."
Xiang Tu pressed his hands, smiled and signaled to Wang Senlin not to be nervous, rubbed his hands, stood up and went to the half-person-high stove in the middle to warm himself up. At the same time, he turned his head to look at Wang Senlin and said, "I said before that I would let Xiao Senlin Feng was transferred to the catching team, how's it going?"
"Your Majesty, Mr. Lao County, is concerned about you." Wang Senlin, who had already stood up, cupped his hands, and then said with some confusion: "This kid used to rush me to transfer him to the arresting class, but recently he started to have convulsions again, and suddenly he can't Agree."
"But for that..." Xiang Tu raised a finger and frowned, his eyes showing memories.
"Hao Meng!" Wang Senlin immediately added.
"The young man is still young and has made some wrong decisions. Huh, it's harmless." Xiang Tu chuckled and shook his head to show that it was not important, and said: "What I said before always counts. Whenever Xiaofeng thinks of arresting Ban, he just goes there. "
Hearing this, Wang Senlin's face suddenly beamed with joy, and his gratitude to the county magistrate grew stronger in his heart. The county magistrate is such a good person!
At the same time, he was even more determined to be loyal to the county magistrate!
"Yeah." Xiang Tu suddenly seemed to have thought of something. He looked at the orange flames entwining in the stove and said, "Xiao Feng is also quite talented in Confucianism and Taoism..."
"Is he willing to go to school? As an eighth-rank official, he can recommend his children to study in the Imperial Academy. If he is interested, he can write a letter. I have not yet married and have children, and there are not many children in the clan who need this. It is okay. Recommended.”
Xiang Tu said, with a slight pause in his tone, and said: "Now that he has established a sect and established a sect with the help of a storybook legend, he has become the ancestor of a lineage, so he is likely to be selected!"
As Xiang Tu spoke, Wang Senlin next to him was trembling with excitement, and his breathing became rapid.
The Imperial College is the highest academic institution in Dafu. Anyone who enters the Imperial College is basically on the road to an official career!
If you are appreciated by a great scholar or civil servant, or if you have a good relationship with an official, well, you can become a follower, even better!
If Xiao Fengzi can enter the Imperial Academy, he will definitely have a better future than being a police officer!
Once you become an official, whether it is a capital official or a foreign official, it will be a complete change of destiny, and you will honor your ancestors!
"Sir, sir, can Xiao Fengzi really enter the Imperial Academy?" Wang Senlin looked at Xiang Tu expectantly, his lips trembling with excitement.
"Hmm!" Xiang Tu rubbed his palms gently and said, "This piece of ghost drama has basically established his position in the literary world. Entering the Imperial Academy is not a big problem. Besides, I also have some connections..."
Xiang Tu said, with a faint smile on his elegant and fair face, he glanced at Wang Senlin meaningfully, turned around and walked into the back hall.
Wang Senlin looked at the tall and tall figure. Under the blue official robe, there seemed to be infinite energy, which made people's hearts tremble!
Wang Senlin didn't know what a first-grade doctor was, but at this moment, the eighth-grade county magistrate was the biggest official in his heart!
A Chinese Ghost Story is a hit, a hit!
Thanks to the unremitting efforts of Shang Ru Study, Wang Feng, the author, has naturally become known to countless people, and even some great Confucian scholars have turned their attention to him.
Some lines from A Chinese Ghost Story have been recited by countless people in teahouses, wine shops and inns.
Some literati and Confucian scholars who make a living by polishing their pens even splashed ink on the spot to destroy the carefully crafted words and sentences in their pens, and then added those shocking lines.
"The human world is too complicated, and it's hard to distinguish right from wrong. When you're with ghosts, it becomes clear and black."
"Heroes and beauties, in the war-torn times, three thousand miles of mountains and rivers are picturesque; heroes of a lifetime, family and country love and hatred, looking back at the gentle waves of the night..."
"Why don't we all put down our swords and use our sincerity to impress each other?"
"I kept waiting for her until her hair turned white. Will she still recognize me when she comes back?"
"Why should you be afraid of ghosts? Sometimes ghosts are much gentler than people in the world."
On this day, there were only four words in Bianjing: A Chinese Ghost Story!
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