Ying Si was wearing casual clothes and blended into the streets and alleys.

He came to a wine shop and ordered two pots of Qin wine, a few steamed buns and simple vegetarian dishes, which was not luxurious.

At this time, Qin wine was like the rice wine of my own era. It would be hard to get drunk without drinking dozens of kilograms.

Ying Si was drinking on a table in a corner, and only heard the conversation between two women next door. The content of the conversation made Ying Si prick up his ears.

"Sister Zhang, have you read the book "Dream of Red Mansions"?"

"Of course I've read it. Haven't it been sold for more than half a month? It's now a must-read for me before going to bed."

"Oh, Sister Zhang, didn't you like saints' articles before? You said that these are just whining from literati and poets."

"It used to be the past, now it is now. "Dream of Red Mansions" is different from those articles, and it is very realistic. The descriptions of the characters in it are like real people in the world, and there are complex emotional lines, which are interrelated and inseparable. I just read a chapter, but I couldn't extricate myself. Now I can't sleep without reading it every day."

"I like reading it too, but the book has too little content."

"When the emperor wanted to write this book, none of our Qin ministers were optimistic about it. He said that the emperor ignored the government affairs for a woman and was ignorant. Now looking back at our previous ridicule, I feel that our subjects are indeed ignorant."

"Sister Zhang, is there any family members in your family who are in the court? Can you let the emperor write another volume? It's not enough to read it."

The two of them were talking nonsense, their speed was not fast, and they were listening clearly.

Little did they know that the king of the emperor they said was sitting at the next table drinking.

Ying Si was so relieved that he had some bad things in his previous life. Now he is ready, so he is proud.

"Boss, let's have two more pots of wine."

The most important thing in life is of course happiness.

He is not only the king of Qin, but also a famous writer in various countries. I don’t know how many girls love to think about it.

Ying Si was complacent! He was simply Wang Sicong of this era and his national husband! He was eating steamed buns in big mouthfuls, but he saw a soldier protected in the dark coming in to report: "Your Majesty, Mei Prime Minister has returned and has arrived outside Xianyang City at this moment."

Mei Changsu is back?

Ying Si then remembered that this kid had been in Chu for almost one month and didn't know how things were going.

Given that this is a national event and the fate of Qin State was determined, Ying Si did not dare to delay, and waved his hand: "Go back to the new palace and wait for the Prime Minister to return!"

A chic figure left.

At the gate of Xianyang City.

"It's finally here."

Mei Changsu sat in the carriage and sighed deeply.

This time he went to the Chu State to marry into a marriage was difficult and dangerous, and he often felt like walking on thin ice.

Fortunately, with his precise thoughts, he cleverly resolved it and obtained the letter written by King Huai of Chu, which made him successful.

Now, the disaster of Chu Man can be temporarily delayed! Mei Changsu ordered the coachman to slow down and enter the city slowly. The people in Xianyang are too tough, which is different from the Chu State.

I think it was a while since I had a good look at Xianyang! He sat in the carriage and looked at the street people, and was surprised to find that many women were holding a book in their hands.

The careful Mei Changsu noticed the name of the book, "Dream of Red Mansions".

"What's going on? Why do so many women read this same book?"

Mei Changsu had to be shocked.

It is accidental for a few people to do the same thing, and there must be a reason for most people to do the same thing.

He knew that after the mass production of rice paper in Qin State, cultural industries such as poetry, songs and essays emerged, but no one even wrote books.

Writing a book is different from writing a poem.

The poets who write poems are more short-lived and inspired, and do not need meticulous thinking and coherent plot.

When writing a book, there are many things to consider.

The first thing is to make the plot self-consistent. It takes a lot of thought to make the content of a book reasonable and allow readers to accept it.

Then there is the moving plot and a strong sense of inclusion! The people's vision is also very tricky. In addition to serving as soldiers, most of the people in Xianyang City work as farmers.

Do these farmers and women have been doing farm work for a day and are so tired that their backs are sore and their backs are like dogs. Do they still feel frustrated when reading an article?

Therefore, the content of this article will definitely help vent emotions, or be very friendly to the people! A soldier who came to the city gate to greet him knew the reason and couldn't help but smile: "Don't the prime minister know?"

Mei Changsu had a dark face. It would take almost a month for the Prime Minister to go to Chu. How could he know what happened in Xianyang?

The soldier continued: "After entering the palace, Miss Mi felt bored, so she said she liked to listen to stories. In order to make Miss Mi happy, the emperor did not attend court for several days and was stuck in Lingyun Pavilion to write books."

When Mei Changsu heard this, he felt a little tooth-ache! What he was most worried about was that the king forgot state affairs because of his private affairs. Because a woman did not attend court, wouldn’t she destroy her reputation?

Wait! You haven’t been to court for a few days and are stuck in Lingyun Pavilion to write books?

Could it be that this book "Dream of Red Mansions" was written by the Lord?

How surprised is this, how bad is this! Mei Changsu was shocked and almost threw himself out of the car. He said curiously: "Dream of Red Mansions" is from the master?"

"Yes!"

Soldier answered.

Have you written a book?

Isn’t this a misleading child? Isn’t it nonsense? Teach the ministers a lesson and talk swear words. Mei Changsu really can’t understand what the content in “Dream of Red Mansions” is.

Is it 'Ten Thousand Ways to Swear'?

"Go and buy a book to see the Prime Minister."

He was very anxious to go to the Xingong to report the situation, but since this book was written by the Lord, he would have a good look.

A servant ran to several bookstores, either sold out, and finally bought one at Xiaoxiang Bookstore.

Mei Changsu sat in the car, holding the book in his hand, and couldn't let go of it.

He opened it gently, and immediately the words like the sea came into his eyes, and the beautiful articles were like beautiful mountains and rivers.

Mei Changsu reads very fast. In the past, he reads a lot of books, but he only reads ten lines at a glance.

At this moment, I had to let go of my speed, because every word in this book is very exquisite and can withstand scrutiny.

The more he looked, the bigger his pupils became! The strange book was indeed a strange book of all ages! He was fascinated by reading it and was trapped in the environment in the book, so that he had already arrived at the gate of the new palace and was still unaware of it.

"Sir, I'm here!"

The attendant's voice was not small, but Mei Changsu's mental concentration was too focused and he didn't hear it at all.

He read word by word, and the deepest part of his love, he actually recited it out loud: "Everyone in the world says that gods and immortals are good, but only fame and fortune cannot be forgotten! Where are the generals and ministers in ancient and modern times? A pile of grass is gone -" Mei Changsu's reading was half an hour.

The attendant waited for him for half an hour. When he turned around and thought that the Lord was still waiting in the new palace, he reminded him again: "Master, it's time to enter the palace to pay homage to the Lord!"
Chapter completed!