Poetry: Twenty-eight beauties have a body as soft as a stick, and a sword at their waists to kill the foolish man. Although there are no dead heads, secretly the bones of the emperor are withered. Gong Lianxue: “Hiss…” As soon as you read the opening setting poem, you know it's not a good thing. As expected, Li Qingcha described the protagonist of the novel like this: There was a young man of good character, with a strong appearance and a carefree temperament, who had a lot of money and was about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. His surname was Ximen, and his taboo word was Qing. Handsome + good figure + rich... Well, all the elements are met. Gong Lianxue came over, curious to see how Li Qingcha would react next.
Li Qingcha felt the girl's hot breath and felt depressed. I write novels about that kind of thing, and there is a beautiful woman by my side. How come I feel like I am treated almost the same as the protagonist Ximen Qing in the book? Li Qingcha coughed lightly, concentrated his attention, and thought while writing. As a modern person, she couldn't remember much about ancient vernacular novels. She only vaguely remembered the outline of the story. But even so, there are still many plots that I can't remember clearly, so I can only force it. If you can't force it, then use some kind of description that is not worth telling others. The original work "Jin Mei Ping" was rated as a "long novel about worldly affairs", but she wrote the word "world" in "worldly affairs" as "se", and created many postures that should not exist in this era. (※Note: The book titles are deliberately written in the wrong order.) Of course, there is no "long article" anymore. There is not enough time, so a novella will do. It is a work to fool the emperor anyway, so just get the job done. Because it uses a pencil, writing is much faster than with a brush, and the story progresses at a rapid pace. Gong Lianxue blushed and her heart beat fast. Stupid senior brother, how can a piece of writing like this be so erotic and explicit? How vulgar! She didn't really want to see it, but she couldn't help her curiosity and stole a peek out of the corner of her eye. Soon, the girl discovered the basic error. She recognized it for a long time, and finally said, "That's called Fox Bell." The sentence has no beginning or end. Li Qingcha stopped writing, not understanding what was going on: "Where are you talking about? What fox bell? I didn't write bell either."
"You...are so stupid!" "???" "Here... oh... the fox bell is made by adding mercury to a copper vessel with a mechanism inside, so it will vibrate when shaken slightly. Originally, it was a product of a branch of the demon tribe. Because that branch had fox ears and a fox tail, it was named the fox bell." "..." "Do not laugh!" Li Qingcha held back his laughter. She changed all the content she had written before into Fox Bell. The ancients were reserved, so they certainly didn’t record those strange and ingenious skills. No wonder they didn’t describe them in detail, and gave them such a poetic name as “Fox Bell”. Just looking at the name, most people would probably think of it as a small bell... In fact, it is a single-headed dragon for women only. Li Qingcha couldn't help but shake his head. Then, she asked curiously, "You just mentioned a branch of the demon tribe. Do the demon tribes also have fox totems?" Gong Lianxue nodded: "Yes, but I haven't seen it." "Really? Those fox ears and tail..." "You don't mean to... Let me tell you, the body odor of those demons is very strong! Especially this one, it smells like a fox." "I know, I know~" Li Qingcha nodded frequently. Gong Lianxue, who was standing by, was not reassured, so she did not tell anyone about the fact that a woman with body fragrance would appear every thousand years. Senior brother is from the Huajian School, who knows if he will do anything stupid? It’s better not to say anything. The two of them were busy discussing and revising the postures in the novel. It was finally done in the second half of the night. Li Qingcha stretched lazily. "Let the girls in Yicui Tower make five or six copies of this thing, and give them to the playboys they meet..." Halfway through her speech, she denied herself and said, "This won't work." Gong Lianxue nodded. "Yes, five or six copies per person is too much." "I mean five or six copies in total. If each person has five or six copies, then I might as well send it to the scripture factory of Bailu Academy and let them make the plates and print it. Anyway, I still have the "Winter Vacation Garden" for the Young Phoenix Camp to entrust them with help."
"Five or six in total?" "You don't know how dangerous today is... Anyway, I can't be too deliberate, otherwise it will easily arouse suspicion." Gong Lianxue didn't say anything. All authors hope that their books will be read, even if it is this kind of text. Li Qingcha is so cautious, which shows that he is really worried. Gong Lianxue was deep in thought. "In fact, there are five or six copies in total, and since they are handwritten, they are already hidden enough. By the time the emperor finds the book, maybe half a year has passed, and those dandies won't remember when they got it." "Or not." "why?" "I am quite confident in my book. Maybe those people will read it over and over again. Even half a year later, they will still remember that this book came from Yicuilou." "!@#￥*%..." Gong Lianxue rolled her eyes at Li Qingcha. She asked, "Well, what do you say we should do?" Li Qingcha said, "How about this. I happen to have "Winter Vacation Garden"... um... the training plan for the Young Phoenix Camp to be sent to the White Egret Academy for printing. You can entrust someone you trust to do it, and take the opportunity to stuff these books into the bookshelf of the White Egret Academy, or hide them in the pile of books on the Confucian scholar's desk... In short, it will be fine in a similar place." "..." "..." Gong Lianxue looked away and tried hard not to laugh. Chapter 106 Why is Mr. Siwei so arrogant? the next day. It was almost noon. Feixu stood in front of Bailu Academy with dark circles under his eyes. Last night at midnight, she and several sisters were woken up from their beds by Gong Lianxue and forced to copy books, which lasted until this morning. Now, I have four of them hidden in my arms. She was a little nervous. Is it really okay to feed that kind of content to Confucian scholars? "Gu..." Feixu swallowed. At the same time, someone came closer and asked, "Madam, are you here at the Egret Academy to see your family?"
Confucian scholars lived in the academy and needed to change clothes and eat snacks. If the family had little money, the wife would go there in person; if the family was wealthy, the servants would come to deliver the gifts. This kind of thing is not uncommon. When Feixu heard that her identity was misunderstood, she quickly waved her hands. "No, I came from Yicui Tower." The person asking the question was stunned for half a second before he realized what was going on and said, "Ah, it was Mr. Siwei who asked the young lady to come here. He must be going to print something, right? The palace has sent someone to inform us before." As he said this, he made way. "Miss, follow me." Because the media has the ability to guide public opinion, in ancient times when "guarding against the people's mouths was more important than guarding against the river", there were no private scripture factories, and only academies and the Ministry of Rites could carry out large-scale printing. Feixu was led through many twists and turns, all the way to the back mountain. On the way, she did not forget to observe her surroundings and secretly memorized the locations of various classrooms and libraries so that she could act conveniently later. After walking for a while, the two stopped in front of a building at the foot of the mountain. "This is the Jingchang. I'll go in and call Brother Fang." The Confucian scholar who led the way entered the room. Not long after, Fang Jingwu came out to greet him. Feixu said, "I come from Yicui Tower, and my name is Feixu." Fang Jingwu bowed and said, "Come with me, young lady. I will take you to see the master who makes the plate." They entered the factory together. The end of each year is the busiest time for the printing factory, because they have to print the next year's "Almanac", which would record "The 25th day of the twelfth lunar month, Xinchou year, Gengchen day, suitable for setting up beds and burying people, not for getting married", and so on. Furthermore, before the imperial examination, a large number of collections of essays would be printed, which contained many eight-part essays. At this time, the factory was empty, with only a few masters chatting. There is a strong smell of ink in the air. When this smell is light, it is called "book fragrance" and it smells very nice, but when it is as strong as the one in the sutra factory, it will be a bit overpowering and make people feel nauseous. Fang Jingwu, a modest gentleman, noticed Feixu's expression. "Miss, wait a minute." He ran and opened the window, Afterwards, he led the plate maker and Feixu to the window to talk. When the platemaker heard there was work, he immediately asked, "How many copies do you want to print?"
Feixu replied: "Eighty copies." There are seventy-two people in the Young Phoenix Camp. Among the extra copies, one must be sent to the Ministry of Rites for reporting, and the others will be kept in reserve. The platemaker frowned. "Do you need to print such a small amount? Can't you just hand-copy it?" For woodblock printing, a large part of the cost is in plate making. In the plate maker's opinion, hand-copying eighty copies is more efficient than printing, both in terms of manpower and time.