As soon as Su Ping opened the door of the Classics Hall, he saw Wen Daoyuan sitting there with a dark face, his beard and hair spread out, and his face was filled with anger.
"Sir, what's going on?"
Su Ping asked curiously.
This was the first time he saw an expression on Wen Daoyuan's face that was anything but sinister.
"Have you read this storybook?"
Wen Daoyuan pointed to a booklet on the counter.
"Script?"
Su Ping picked up the booklet and couldn't help but frown.
This is exactly the book "The Young Master Enters the Marriage" that I wrote, but it is much more exquisite than the manuscript.
Su Ping remained calm, pretending to read carefully as he slowly flipped through the pages, "Oh? This is indeed the first time I've seen vernacular writing."
"That's not what I meant."
Wen Daoyuan said angrily: "The humiliated Hou Men's son-in-law is actually a Confucian and Taoist talent who entered the country overnight? Do you think this is reasonable?"
"This...is really unreasonable."
Su Ping nodded awkwardly.
This type of novel focuses on emotions, and it is normal for them not to be so logically rigorous. I didn’t even think about changing it when I plagiarized it.
"The most disgusting thing is that this guy named Su Zhi didn't finish the story in one sitting!!"
Wen Daoyuan clenched his fists, blew his beard and stared: "Jian is so heartbroken!"
"It's not well written anyway, so just don't read it. They are all fictional stories, so why bother with them?"
Su Ping said, scolding shopkeeper Liu in his heart.
Don’t you know how to think of a pen name for yourself?
I don’t know what God is like.
"this……"
Wen Daoyuan suddenly felt like he had eaten a big bowl of flies, unable to swallow anything and spit it out.
Su Ping touched his chin and asked thoughtfully: "Is it possible that... Sir, you like such crude works?"
"..."
Wen Daoyuan's eyes dodge, and after a moment he cocked his neck: "How could I like this kind of thing? I just... just want to criticize this novel, um, yes, that's it."
Su Ping used all his strength to prevent himself from laughing.
The dignified Guozijian taught edicts, and at least he was a figure in the four realms of Confucianism and Taoism.
Unable to withstand the cultural destruction of another world?
It’s so... cool!
"There's nothing we can do about it. Who would let me write so much at once?"
Su Ping spread his hands and thought, should he add a sentence asking for votes at the end of the paper next time?
Oh, of course it's a banknote.
Wen Daoyuan's expression changed. After a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up. He grabbed the storybook from Su Ping's hand and hurried out.
Is this... a door-to-door reminder?
Su Ping was stunned, thankful that he had been careful when signing the contract.
If my full name was printed in the story book, I'm afraid someone might really knock on my door.
However, only a moment later, Wen Daoyuan came back.
It seems that his mood has completely reversed, and he is smiling with an evil look on his face.
Su Ping was curious in his heart, but he didn't ask. He was busy flipping through the book.
About half an hour later, there was a loud 'bang' sound.
The door of the Classics Hall was kicked open violently and hit on both sides, making a clanging noise.
Su Ping poked his head out from behind the bookshelf curiously, and then froze.
The one standing at the door with a book in his hands and a gloomy look on his face turned out to be Si Yan Yin Dongqiu, whom he had dealt with before.
Su Ping was confused, and his heart was filled with absurdity.
How dare Yin Dongqiu, a gatekeeper, be so arrogant?
In the midst of doubts, Yin Dongqiu strode in, grabbed the smiling Wen Daoyuan, and asked in a cold voice: "Old man, what the hell are you showing me?"
"Huaben, don't you like this?"
Wen Daoyuan frowned and slapped Yin Dongqiu's hand away with his palm glowing green.
"This is called a book of good words?!"
Yin Dongqiu slammed the booklet in his hand on the counter.
"Don't talk so much to me, just tell me if you want to see the follow-up?"
Wen Daoyuan raised his head and looked sideways at Yin Dongqiu.
"..."
The anger on Yin Dongqiu's face dissipated instantly, he rolled his eyes, moved closer to Wen Daoyuan, and asked with suspicion and desire: "Do you have the next volume?"
"No."
Wen Daoyuan spread his hands.
"you!!!"
Yin Dongqiu's eyes widened, and a majestic aura came out of his body, causing the pages in the classics hall to rattle and the bookshelves to shake.
Seeing that the classics hall was about to be in a mess, Wen Daoyuan suddenly stamped his feet.
A ray of green light expanded from under his feet, instantly neutralizing Yin Dongqiu's momentum.
"Are you crazy?!"
Wen Daoyuan yelled, "Do you know how much these books are worth? Can you afford to pay for them if they are damaged?"
"I……"
Yin Dongqiu's momentum suddenly weakened, and then he insisted on saving face and said: "It's not all your fault."
"I have good intentions to share my masterpieces with you, but you come here to make trouble. I don't have a friend like you."
Wen Daoyuan pointed at Yin Dongqiu's nose and shouted, then turned away from him.
Su Ping wanted to laugh when he heard it.
It was dross just now, but now it's a masterpiece?
"Well……"
Yin Dongqiu was a little confused now.
Could it be that when Wen Daoyuan read the storybook to himself, he really just wanted to share it with himself? Instead of torturing himself?
"Well, consider it my fault..." Yin Dongqiu scratched his head.
Su Ping's direction was just enough to see Wen Daoyuan's front, and the moment Yin Dongqiu's apology just came out, Wen Daoyuan's facial features suddenly distorted into an exaggerated shape, like an old pumpkin that had been exposed to the sun for more than ten years.
Su Ping:......
This old man has a really bad taste.
Next, the arrogant Wen Daoyuan reluctantly forgave Yin Dongqiu, and then the two began to discuss the plot of "The Young Master Enters the Marriage", and the scene was extremely heated.
In the end, the question remained on whether Mr. Ye would wash the feet of Mrs. Hou Ye.
The two of them each insisted on their own opinions and conducted various analyzes and deductions, but no one could convince the other, and their voices became louder and louder.
Su Ping was bothered endlessly and finally said: "Wash it!"
"Well……"
The two of them woke up from a dream and turned to look at each other, feeling extremely embarrassed for a moment.
"Not only did Mr. Ye wash the feet of Mrs. Hou, he was also slapped by Mrs. Hou because the water was not warm enough."
Su Ping added angrily.
Suddenly, the expressions of the two of them were as ugly as if they had eaten something pickled.
"how do you know?"
It took a long time before Wen Daoyuan could hold back the words, "You are not Su Zhizhi."
I really am.
Su Ping curled his lips and saw that the two of them were quiet, so he stopped talking and continued to read the book.
"this……"
Wen Daoyuan and Yin Dongqiu looked at each other and saw the depression in each other's eyes.
Although they did not believe that it would be written like this in the follow-up, what Su Ping said could indeed serve as the direction of the development of the story.
But if you think about it this way...that's really disgusting.
Wen Daoyuan pulled his beard time and time again, not feeling any pain.
And Yin Dongqiu was even more outrageous, holding his head and shaking it constantly, as if there was something dirty in his head.
Su Ping didn't pay attention anymore. He only knew that when he left, the two of them were still in a state of mental confusion.
I have to say that Su Ping was a little envious of their retirement-like life.
You don’t have to worry about anything, you have food, drink and shelter. It’s not like you. You don’t know how to escape from the cage of the Duke’s Mansion.
Just as I was thinking about it, the Duke's Mansion arrived.
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ps: My work schedule has been a bit unstable lately, so I’m going to force myself to stay up all night to adjust it back.
There are two chapters left in the early morning.
We are about to reach a point, thank you all Yanzu for enduring the boredom and reading this far.