"I wonder if Qingyu is lucky enough to invite the young master to have tea and discuss literature together."
Brother Lin Chao paid for it and yelled at him. After pestering him for a long time, Zhong Wen just mentioned a book casually, and Feng Qingyu actually took the initiative to invite him. If Master Lin knew about it, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood.
I don’t know any words and I don’t know how to “discuss literature” with you?
Zhong Wen was about to refuse when Shangguan Junyi on the side suddenly smiled and said: "We just happened to be a little tired after walking so much. Why don't we just find a place to sit and drink some tea so that Sister Feng and you can 'Discussing Literature'."
Zhong Wen turned to look at her, and saw a hint of cunning in the eyes of this beautiful sister, who suddenly felt a little bigger.
Although the nightlife in the imperial capital is rich, most of it has something to do with alcohol. There are not many places where you can simply drink tea.
In a wealthy area full of brothels and gambling houses, do you get drunk and hug each other, or do you drink a pot of tea and listen to the sound of the piano, which is neither salty nor bland, and are so refreshed by the tea that you can't sleep in the middle of the night?
This is a very simple multiple choice question.
Fortunately, the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds. Even in this rich and luxurious area, there are always some literati and elegant people. Feng Qingyu calls himself one of the "elegant people".
Under the leadership of this beautiful writer, Zhong Wen and others soon arrived at a teahouse with an elegant environment.
The teahouse at night was deserted and deserted. Except for the two old men in the corner playing chess and drinking tea, the rest of the area was empty.
In this prime location, business is so lukewarm, and I wonder how the teahouse owner can sustain it.
While Zhong Wen was thinking wildly, he ordered a pot of tea made from "Seven Star Grass" leaves. He took a sip and felt a little light. He knew that the "Seven Star Grass" used in the teahouse was not old enough.
"Mr. Zhong." Feng Qingyu couldn't wait to start the topic, "Qingyu has always hoped to communicate face-to-face with readers, but such opportunities are too rare. Occasionally, I meet a few people who claim to be readers. Once they talk about their works, they all The words were vague, but I didn’t expect that I would have the opportunity to get my wish today.”
Judging from your writing skills, which can only be read by someone of Xiao Loli's age, those so-called "readers" are probably here for you, and maybe they haven't even opened the book.
Zhong Wen complained secretly in his heart.
"Mr. Zhong, since you have read Qingyu's works, do you have any thoughts?" Feng Qingyu went straight to the topic and even took out a pen and paper, "Please express your feelings directly. Qingyu wants to record them for the next time." This novel provides some inspiration.”
When he heard that Feng Qingyu had finished the "Domineering Trilogy" and still didn't stop, Zhong Wen's mouth twitched again: "This..."
"Little brother, I'd also like to hear your opinions on literature." Shangguan Junyi smiled sweetly and said, I don't know why, she always had trouble with Zhong Wen tonight, and would set traps for him from time to time.
"How does he know anything about literature?" Shangguan Mingyue curled her lips and said disdainfully, but her ears perked up, with a faint curiosity about what Zhong Wen would say who could tell Journey to the West.
Staring at the expectant eyes of several beauties, Zhong Wen was embarrassed. He didn't know what to say for a moment. His old face turned red from suppressing it. After a long while, he suddenly had an idea: "Miss Feng, I have loved literature since I was a child. I used to I was determined to write the world's first novel, but unfortunately, secular affairs arose and I was unable to fulfill my wish."
"It turns out that Mr. Zhong is also a member of the same profession." Feng Qingyu was even more delighted when he heard this. His charming face was so radiant that the three ladies of Shangguan Mingyue couldn't help but be a little stunned.
"Yes, in order to prepare materials, I have studied many works and accumulated some experience. If Miss Feng doesn't mind, you can listen to Zhong's brief opinion." Zhong Wen comes from the 21st century when everyone reads online novels. For online novels, I knew a little bit about the routine, but in desperation, I had no choice but to bring it out, "In my opinion, although Miss Feng's writing is excellent, the storytelling of the novel is still lacking."
"Oh? I'd like to hear the details." Feng Qingxue sat upright with a serious look on her face.
"It should be noted that novels are different from serious literature. What readers pursue when reading novels is the joy and refreshment of the soul." Zhong Wen adjusted his tone and began to talk, "There are tens of millions of novels in the Daqian Empire. Readers often choose books. Just after reading the opening chapter, I have already made up my mind about it, so if you want to stand out among many novels, you must keep in mind the law of 'Three Chapters of Spiritual Crystal'."
"What are the 'Three Chapters of Spiritual Crystal'?" Feng Qingyu bit his lip, thoughtfully, after hearing this.
"'Three Chapters of Spiritual Crystal' means that the first three chapters of the novel are extremely important and as precious as spiritual crystals. If they are well written, readers will have the desire to continue reading and will spend money to buy them." Zhong Wen After taking a sip of tea, he continued to talk, "In these first three chapters, we must create distinct story characters, build up fierce conflicts, highlight the exciting and sadistic points, and make it eye-catching..."
"Hmm, uh uh..." The more Feng Qingyu listened, the more it made sense. The pen in his hand shook rapidly, remembering very carefully, "Can you be more specific?"
"Take Miss Feng's book "The Overbearing Prince Falls in Love with Me" as an example." Zhong Wen carefully recalled the novel he listened to the little Lolita reciting when he was doing the task. "Although Feng Qingyu in your novel was born in a humble way, apart from living in poverty, Some of them had no other sadistic points, and later on, they were directly attracted by the prince, and they flew up the branches and turned into phoenixes. This kind of plot seemed a bit bland."
"Then what should we do?" Feng Qingyu gradually started to ask for advice.
Shangguan Junyi and others were surprised when they saw that Zhong Wen's words were serious.
"It is necessary to establish the point of abuse in the early stage. For example, the protagonist Feng Qingyu is a daughter of a government official. Her biological mother died early and she was bullied by her stepmother and her legitimate daughter. The worse, the better. It is best for her stepmother to force her to marry a man whose face is full of abscesses. The pock-marked sixty-year-old man forced her to almost commit suicide." Zhong Wen took another sip of tea, "After creating the ugly faces of the stepmother and her daughter, making the readers deeply disgusted, it was the prince's turn to appear. This prince must be The sweetheart of the stepmother's daughter ends up with the heroine, and readers will have a very satisfying feeling. This is the so-called refreshing point."
Shangguan's aunt and nephew and Li Yiru listened with rapt attention. The tea in the quilt was not touched much. Feng Qingyu had an expression of sudden realization and recorded even harder.
"In addition, the heroine only likes one prince, so it seems a bit monotonous." Zhong Wen recalled some female channel online articles in his previous life, and continued, "Even if she and the prince finally get married, in the process of the novel, there will be no fights. To make trouble, joys and sorrows, it is necessary to add some competitors to the prince, such as a romantic great scholar, a cold prime minister, a brave young general, and even the aloof emperor, all of whom have a good impression of the heroine. Only in this way can the heroine appear The charm of the Lord is extraordinary, and readers will feel more pleasure if they become one..."
"Young master Zhong is really every word is exquisite, every sentence makes sense." After being stunned for a long time, Feng Qingyu sighed and said, "If I could have met you two years earlier, how could Qingyu have been writing alone for so long, but there are still so few readers. "
"Don't dare, don't dare, I just made a few random remarks, Miss Feng just listen to it, don't take it seriously." Zhong Wen bathed in the adoring eyes of this enchanting beauty and couldn't help but feel a little carried away.
"Zhong Wen, I didn't expect you to have such a thorough understanding of the novel." Li Yiru woke up from the conversation between the two, with a look of yearning on her soft face, "Just listening to your description, I I really want to read this novel.”
Being praised all the time by the gentle and lovely Princess Izumo, Zhong Wen felt even more proud and deeply felt the power of the Internet writing routine in his previous life.
"Hmph, I have been studying some crooked ways all day long." Shangguan Mingyue said coldly from the side.
"I didn't tell you." Zhong Wen felt that this girl had been very unfriendly to him recently and couldn't help but glare at her.
"You..." Shangguan Mingyue's delicate white face bulged with anger, and she looked really cute.
"Okay, okay." Shangguan Junyi had a headache. While rolling her eyes at Zhong Wen, she kept patting her niece's catkins and whispered comfort.
"Master Zhong, Qingyu has a merciless request." Feng Qingyu hesitated for a long time and asked weakly, "I wonder if what the master just said can be included in Qingyu's next book."
"It was just my family opinion. It has no value. If you don't mind it, girl, just use it." Zhong Wen said cheerfully.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Zhong." Feng Qingyu stared at him with her eyes full of autumn water, her cheeks were slightly red, she stood up and gave a heavy salute, "I wonder if Qingyu will be lucky enough to receive advice from Mr. Zhong in the future?"
Zhong Wen was stunned for a moment, but before he could answer, he heard Li Yiru chuckle beside him and said: "Sister Feng, he has been staying at Princess Izumo Mansion for the past two days. If you have anything you want to ask, just come over. "
When Feng Qingyu heard the words "Princess Mansion", she was not surprised at all. Instead, she had a smile in her eyes and a happy face, as if she had secretly made up her mind.
Zhong Wen noticed that Shangguan Junyi's slightly reproachful eyes glanced at him, and he couldn't help but tremble all over.
For the first time, I had the feeling of being in strict control of my wife...
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In the early morning, when it was just dawn, a few crisp and sweet bird calls occasionally came from the forest.
In the courtyard of Piaohua Palace, the sound of sword-wielding drills could already be heard.
It was Nangong Ling who was fighting Liu Qiqi and Zheng Yueting by himself.
I saw Nangong Ling's figure in the center of the courtyard flashing constantly, left and right, up and down, transforming into thousands of clones, both real and fake, making it elusive.
Liu Qiqi and Zheng Yueting have already mastered two platinum-level spiritual skills, "Returning Wind Luoyan Sword Technique" and "Eighteen Wave-breaking Swordsmanship" respectively. When used in conjunction with the techniques, the power is astonishing.
However, facing Nangong Ling's unpredictable "Sen Luo Wanxiang Magic" and "Nine Palaces Ecstasy Step", the two tried their best, but they couldn't even touch her shadow.
Not long after, the two girls, one red and one green, were out of breath and dripping with sweat, while Nangong Ling opposite was standing calmly holding a sword, looking as calm as ever.
"Senior sister, take a rest." Zheng Yueting's chest rose and fell, and she exhaled like a pillar, "This technique of yours really makes people dizzy."
Nangong Ling smiled slightly and was about to speak when he suddenly felt an unparalleled majestic momentum descending from above his head, enveloping the entire courtyard. His body sank, and his spiritual power was unable to operate freely.
"Sima Yu, the Governor of Southern Xinjiang, is here to pay a special visit to the Master of Piaohua Palace!"
Looking up, a white figure appeared above the forest outside the yard, standing in the sky with his hands behind his back.
Spiritual Lord!
Nangong Ling's expression changed, and hundreds of thoughts flashed through his mind.
