In order to finish the novel as soon as possible, Nie Xiaoqian returned early and came out late.

During the day, he hid the soul-summoning hills and hid from Zhaozhao Xuyang. When the sunset was sunset, he picked up the bamboo basket and went straight to the ghost house in Huaishu Hutong, the county town.

Nie Xiaoqian's pen is powerful, as if the snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain were pouring down like a storm, whizzing.

After ten days like this, I saw the moon set in the west and the stars sink, and suddenly there were fairy flowers falling in the sky and golden lotus surging in the ground.

Auspiciousness comes from the sky, is it afraid it is not a sign of the birth of the treasure?

Nie Xiaoqian stopped her wrist and put her pen, her eyes were filled with joy like the waves of autumn water, her eyes were fixed on the paper, and she said to herself with satisfaction: "Okay, Miss Li Yuhu, Miss Du Bingyan, let's see you next!"

Ten days, except when the sun comes out, all the other time is carefully written and written without any slackness. Only then can I write a "Marrying the Right Man in the Wrong Seal" and write more than 200,000 words.

Although I wrote some long articles in my previous life, the text was dry and boring, and it tasted like chewing wax. How could I have such moist words as it is now?

After reading it carefully several times, she did not find any confusing words. She smoothed out the thick stack of absurd words of running snakes and tidied them up one by one, wrapped them in Sujuan and put them under the bamboo basket.

There was nothing to say for a day. On the second night, when a golden hook was hanging on the forest, Nie Xiaoqian carried a bamboo basket outside the gate of Guobei County.

At the edge of the city gate, two ragged gatekeepers each wore a broken gun. While talking boredly, they suddenly saw a little lady carrying a bamboo basket coming in the faint night.

Just as I was blinding, the person had already walked in front of me.

I saw her cloth and hairpin skirt, with a light body. Although she was a golden lotus step, she seemed to have wind under her feet, and she passed by in the blink of an eye.

"Li Si, have you seen it? It just seemed like a fairy who was carrying a basket of Guanyin and descending to earth."

"If you didn't see it carefully, it would be better than a glance at it. It's indeed more than seven or eight points more than the daughter of the Wang family."

"It's watery and transparent. Hey, even if you look at the life, you don't know which lady is hiding in the deep boudoir. She probably went out of the city to worship the gods. The road was delayed, and then she returned to the city."

"I walked too fast, and I didn't even smell the fragrance."

But I don’t know if the female ghost is not light, and the footwork is not smart.

Speaking of which, Nie Xiaoqian was thinking about what she was going to do tonight, so she waved her hand before entering the city, transformed herself into a dress, which was a sling, cloth skirt, with a plain face facing the sky.

However, even if the thorn is made of hairpins and the coarse cloth is used as a skirt, it is difficult to cover up the neck and neck. If the shoulders are cut into pieces and the waist is as plain as possible, the whole room will be slender and firm, and it will be compact and compact.

Instead of lingering on the street, Nie Xiaoqian picked up remote and poor streets and walked towards the Wang family’s book shop Siyizhai.

For this ancient urban style, she no longer had the enthusiasm for the first time she saw it.

When Nie Xiaoqian arrived at the door of Siyizhai, Wang Baiwan's queen, happened to be coming over with her errand running maid, holding Qin.

When the three girls met, Wang Qiongying was slightly stunned, and the following Hu Qin stopped.

The first time this woman met, no matter how suitable it was, she had to compare it secretly.

It is said that you look at the mountains upstairs, the snow on the top of the city, the moon in front of the lights, the clouds in the boat, and the beauty under the moon.

At the door of Siyizhai, under the moonlight, it was hazy. Wang Qiongying saw Nie Xiaoqian with her head and eyebrows standing there with a bamboo basket. She was not happy, angry, frown, smiled, sad, worry, and depression. She had an extraordinary demeanor, which surprised her.

"Is this sister here to buy books too?" In addition to being amazed, Wang Qiongying became close to Nie Xiaoqian and immediately called out his sister.

"Miss is rarely recognized by an older sister today." Bao Qin next to her looked stunning. When she turned around, she saw that her lady was angry with strangers for the first time, she could not help but talk.

It turns out that although Wang Qiongying was the daughter of a giant businessman, at the age of seven, he was appointed as a master of the famous famous scholars in the Ming Dynasty in the Jinling Scenic Area, where his literary style was strong. As the saying goes, he went to school at the age of seven and became successful at ten, and he is well-versed in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. He is famous far and wide. He is a unique socialite in the county.

From this, I have developed a noble and self-proclaimed personality. Although I am not as obscene as a child, I never like a sister to a group of close friends with each other on weekdays.

"I'm here to sell books." Nie Xiaoqian replied lightly.

"Selling books?" Wang Qiongying was stunned. The tranquility and nothingness emanated from Nie Xiaoqian made her think that she was here to buy books like herself, but she didn't expect that she was here to sell books. Moreover, when she heard that it was selling books, she became curious and asked subconsciously, "Can you show it to my sister?"

"I'm waiting for the Fang family to diagnose and evaluate." Nie Xiaoqian replied seriously.

"It makes my sister laugh. How can I call it the Fang family? I have read a few books when I am free on weekdays. By the way, I haven't introduced it yet. It's really rude. My sister's surname is Wang. When I was seven years old, my teacher gave me two characters Qiongying. I don't know my sister's name?" Wang Qiongying asked.

"I'm humble again. The lady said a lot more humble words this night than in previous years." Baoqin continued to discuss.

Nie Xiaoqian smiled and said without saying anything, and said frankly: "It turns out to be the Wang family's sister, my name is Nie Xiaoqian."

Wang Qiongying, who was kept in the dark, saw Nie Xiaoqian being straightforward, and immediately called out "Sister Xiaoqian" and everyone was very happy.

Next, Wang Qiongying took the male lady to carry the Qin and packed a guest room in the store, cooked water and tea, put on various seasonal fruits, and invited Nie Xiaoqian in.

The two of them had a tea discussion and talked about their age. Wang Qiongying was a few days younger. Wang Qiongying felt that she had hit it off with Xiaoqian's sister and willingly confirmed her sister's reputation.

Speaking of the situation at home, she couldn't help but admire the sister Xiaoqian from Qinghua County and who depended on her grandmother in her family even more.

Of course she didn't know that Nie Xiaoqian was actually not dependent on a grandma, but was held hostage by a "grandma".

Since they have officially known each other, Nie Xiaoqian, who has been waiting for the opportunity, took the manuscript from the bamboo basket.

Wang Qiongying took the thick stack of manuscripts and felt a little impatient.

She loved reading and tried every means to watch new manuscripts. This time, when she met Nie Xiaoqian, a wonderful person with unparalleled appearance and demeanor, she thought that Nie Xiaoqian was like her own, and she must have written a strange article, and her expectations increased a little.

"If you get into the wrong sedan chair, you can marry the right man? If you get into the wrong sedan chair, can you still marry the right man?"

After reading the postmodern-style title, Wang Qiongying was suspicious and couldn't help but look up at Nie Xiaoqian. Seeing her smiling and nodding, she continued to look down as if she was encouraged.

"The poems that look up are simple and plain, and they are not very colorful." Wang Qiongying thought to herself, "But if Sister Xiaoqian can take them out, she should be able to see strange things in the room, often dangerous things in the room, new things in the room, and simple things in the room."

Wang Qiongying was able to recite poems and write poems, and her knowledge in poetry and songs was not shorter than that of ordinary scholars. Naturally, she could see that the writing of the poems was not very good, and it was not outstanding compared to the words on the market, but she was unwilling to be weak in her evaluation of Xiaoqian's sister's writings.

Thinking of this, she continued to read into the main text.

"Marrying the Right Man in the Wrong Seal" adopts the writing style of "being proud and suppressing first" that does not talk about righteous women, filial sons and grandchildren, no preaching or advocacy, only writes on the word "love". Compared with the novels today, it is unique and unique.

The two heroines in the book, Li Yuhu, are cute, straightforward, and Du Bingyan is gentle and alert. When Wang Qiongying reads, she feels that the images of two vivid women are rushing towards her, as if she is standing in front of her.

However, these two good women were forced by power or by money, and had to marry someone they didn't want to marry.

Wang Qiongying felt the same way, and as he looked, he fell into the pit. For a moment, he saw the Three Kingdoms crying and became worried about the ancients.

However, between the lines, there is a little joy hidden in the faint sorrow, and it is not just a matter of suppressing it to the end.

Especially the lyrics inside, before they can be sing them, I can't help but want to smile first, and I'm so happy.

Moreover, as the writing progresses, the plot changes in a delicate way, and the fate of the two women is full of mountains and rivers. There is no way out. The willows and flowers are dark and the flowers are bright, and they find the person deep in their hearts.

Although there are still some storms, lovers will eventually get married, and the couple will work together to turn bad luck and danger into safety.

"Xiaoqian is kind and kind, and she doesn't let her beards on her skirt. She really wrote a good book." After reading half of her breath, Wang Qiongying recalled and thought about it carefully. She felt that it was different from the usual way of writing poetry. Every word in the text was beautiful and beautiful. She loved her for a while and couldn't bear to read it anymore, for fear that she would have no hope for her to finish reading it for a while, and she would have no hope for her to think about it.

It was not until the maid held the qin and saw that it was getting dark and she spoke to remind her that she came to her senses.

"Sister, my younger sister is rude and has made me wait for a long time. It's really because my sister's articles are too tempting, so I can't bear to let go if I hold them." Wang Qiongying said apologetically, and she stuck out her tongue embarrassedly. If she didn't pay attention, she showed the girl's liveliness, and she completely lost the dignity of a lady in front of everyone.

"Isn't this book written just for people to read. It's a blessing to be able to get to my sister's eyes. If you like it, just take it." Nie Xiaoqian saw that Wang Qiongying was really fond of her, so she breathed a sigh of relief and thought to herself that this path seemed to be the right one.

With Nie Xiaoqian's permission, Wang Qiongying was even more happy, but she noticed a figure outside the curtain of the guest room. Her smile faded, and her eyebrows frowned slightly. She turned around and whispered a few instructions to Baoqin behind her, and Baoqin went to the outer room.

After a while, Bao Qin took a big silk cloth and wrapped it in.

Wang Qiongying stood up and took the package and put it into Nie Xiaoqian's bamboo basket.

Seeing this, Nie Xiaoqian asked quickly: "Sister, what are you going to do?"

"It's just some pens, ink, paper and inkstones. My sister can use it for writing articles. It's just that my sister's filial piety gives her some thoughts." Wang Qiongying didn't say anything about the pen and money, and she didn't say anything about talking to her sister. The smell of copper is too bad, which dirty her sister's ears.

Nie Xiaoqian opened the package and saw that in addition to the pen, ink, paper and inkstone mentioned by Wang Qiongying, there were also ten large ingots of silver with a thick and heavy hand. She was afraid that it would be as many as a hundred taels, and a bitter smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her mouth.

It’s not that the saying goes, the black eyes are shaking silver, but that she never thought about writing the novel and selling it for money. After all, money is just the stones and weeds on the roadside. There will be more, and there will be less, and there will be no worries about her.

Her mind was very simple, just to write down the unique stories of later generations, which were just to please people.

She thought about it and went to see Wang Qiongying. Seeing that Wang Qiongying looked firm, she knew that she had made up her mind and would not change her mind. She sighed softly.

I would have known that I would not say that my family was poor and depended on my grandmother for life and lived by selling articles. But now I have been telling the lies too deeply, which makes it difficult to return.

Since he refused, Nie Xiaoqian had no choice but to take it and put it into the bamboo basket.

Who knew that Wang Qiongying was seeing her in her eyes, and she couldn't help but admire her in her heart: "Sister Xiaoqian is a fairy woman who is pure and pure."

This Siyizhai is her father's shop. She doesn't want to act too much, otherwise she wouldn't have just given the money to run a hundred taels. However, she had already secretly considered it in her heart. Regardless of whether the article was printed or not, she would find some excuses to give some subsidies to Sister Xiaoqian as bonuses. She would not teach Sister Xiaoqian to live a short life.

While Wang Qiongying was ashamed of his stinking behavior, Master Wang, who was looking at the shop in Siyizhai, sighed outside.

The first thing he thought of was the noodle seller named Lu in the county. He traveled through the streets and alleys all day long and made a lot of profits over the year. In fact, it was only three or five taels. But his good life was prosperous. I heard that he wanted to study and take the top scorer.

Then he thought of the poor and poor articles in the county, which usually cost a few articles, a dozen articles, and a few hundred articles, and never had a sky-high price of one hundred taels. The county master, who was a Jinshi, ranked among the top three, and the money for a single article was only ten taels.

What is this called Nie Xiaoqian? I don’t know where the wild girl from the country came from. I wrote two sentences... Oh, it’s really a puppy who sells his land and doesn’t feel sorry for him.

Mr. Wang is not Wang Qiongying's master, and he dares not regard himself as a master, but his heart aches.

"Sister, please go here more."

"Okay, Sister Qiongying, if you get a gap, you will definitely come to find you."

"With a new book, I want to give my sister a sneak peek."
Chapter completed!