DreamersGN Chapter 227 Are There Any Novels Like This? This Man Is Not Easy
Chapter 227 Are There Any Novels Like This? This Man Is Not Easy
Just now, Nangong Junchen made up a story completely based on part of the plot of A Dream of Red Mansions.
If he really wanted to write, he would definitely not be able to write to the level of Mr. Cao.
But this is not to be afraid of, my more than ten years of online reading experience is not a cover.
It really doesn't work, throwing a few brainless female frequency cool articles should still satisfy the queen's appetite.
"Your Majesty, Wei Chen has not finished writing yet."
Nangong Junchen said honestly, "But if Your Majesty wants to read it, Wei Chen can write it now."
"Well." The Empress said, "But finish the massage first."
She was lying comfortably on the bench, clearly enjoying it.
Unconsciously, the warm sunlight spilled into the hall, the breeze blowing, and the curtain outside the hall towards the lake fluttered, blending with the sunlight, bringing mottled light and shadow, adding to the feeling of laziness.
The state of the Empress at this time is undoubtedly lazy, her jade feet are intertwined, and her long skirt is drooping, as if shrouded in a layer of shimmering light.
This appearance, like a sleeping fairy, is quiet and elegant.
Nangong Junchen looked at the Empress greedily, as if looking at an impeccable work of art, it was a feast for the eyes.
Time passed by, and Nangong Junchen had already left the Empress.
For the first time, he sat in front of the queen's desk and began to write hard.
It doesn't take much time to write a small novel. After all, he is not an ordinary person, but a cultivator with a Dayan Dharma body and a quasi-sacred soul.
An hour later, a medium romance story of more than 100,000 words was released.
"Please check it out, Your Majesty."
Nangong Junchen pretended to be sweating hard, but he didn't even sweat a single drop.
The Empress took the book, looked at it blankly, turned the pages, and turned the pages again.
His brows were raised, calmed down, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, calmed down, and his face was expressionless.
She got up from the bench, paced quietly in the hall, and came to Bihu again, sitting lightly by the lake.
The delicate legs overlapped, and a pair of jade feet were soaked in the clear water.
Look no further.
Amitabha.
Nangong Junchen felt his eyes congested, stared at the jade feet tightly, and finally had to chant Buddha to stabilize his mind.
So beautiful, so beautiful.
Nangong Junchen feasted his eyes, and at the same time, it was as if he had discovered the New World, only to know that the Empress actually liked this kind of tune.
It's not that the empress does not like reading, but that she has not encountered good books.
Romance is bloody, why is it more interesting than that wordless scripture?
He once heard that there were readers who stayed out of bed for three days and three nights in a row, just to follow a million-word domineering female president's article, which shows how terrible it is for people who are addicted to reading?
Readers all like yin, and they don't know what the empress cares about yin now, which makes Nangong Junchen quite curious.
After half an hour, the Empress closed the book and looked at the distant mountains from a distance, with a clear arc at the corner of her mouth.
"A book like this..., is there any more?" the Empress asked.
"Go back to Your Majesty, this is okay." Nangong Junchen replied hurriedly.
"Then write it for this emperor to read." The queen said.
"Your Majesty, is it now?"
It was getting late, and Nangong Junchen felt a little trembling for no reason. Did the Empress want to stay here for the night today?
By the way, this time should be the Empress' dinner time. Would you like to show your hand to solve the Empress' dinner, write a few more books, and accompany the Empress here for the night?
He was a little cranky.
"Let's have dinner first."
The Empress's eyes were calm. When she got up, the silver moonlight quietly fell, intertwined with the brilliance of the sun. Above the blue lake, half silver light and half golden light, like a fairyland.
Nangong Junchen naturally knew that the Empress was in a very good mood at the moment.
Naturally, climbing up the bamboo pole, he actively invited Ying to make dinner.
Leaving the hall, Nangong Junchen breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little unreal, something happened too fast, and he was caught off guard.
"Sir, please come with me."
Lu Xueer was naturally extremely shocked. Nangong Junchen stayed with the Empress all afternoon.
And when she left, the Empress seemed to be in a good mood. Although she didn't know what happened during the process, Lu Xueer knew that it was all related to Nangong Junchen.
This man is not simple.
She had long thought so, but she still felt that she didn't know enough.
There is only one man in the world, Nangong Junchen, who can influence the queen's mood and accompany the queen for so long.
Compared with Nangong Junchen, other geniuses are like scum.
Lu Xue'er knew very well that everything in this world was about strength. The Empress was the strongest. Holding the Empress's thigh tightly would guarantee a hundred years of worry.
And few people can really get close to the empress, except for Nangong Junchen in front of her.
Nangong Junchen spent half an hour cooking dinner for the empress, while thinking about the plot of the next book.
Of course, it is also a romance story, maybe after the Empress gets tired of reading it, she can launch some detective stories and so on.
After all, with a modern mind, there are still plenty of options.
In the main hall, Nangong Junchen sat opposite the Empress and ate.
"Junchen, how is the progress over the Shiwanda Mountain?" the Empress asked.
With a "Junchen", his favor was revealed again, and Nangong Junchen was naturally flattered, and immediately told the Empress about what happened to the Shiwanda Mountain in three or two sentences.
The Empress seemed to have already known everything, and said indifferently: "It seems that you like that Luo Qingluan very much."
Nangong Junchen was stunned for a moment, not knowing what the Empress said, not knowing how to answer.
"Finish the matter of Shiwanda Mountain as soon as possible." The Empress said.
"Wei Chen understands."
Nangong Junchen knew that what the Empress said was about Chen Yaoer. Chen Yaoer's whereabouts are still unknown, but for some reason, he vaguely felt that Chen Yaoer was in Yuncun.
There is a mysterious banyan tree in Yun Village. According to the routine, there is only that kind of existence that can obscure the Empress' previous exploration.
The Empress may not know the existence of the banyan tree, so she has never been able to find Chen Yao'er. After all, she has no direction.
Nangong Junchen felt that he should take this opportunity to pave the way for the Empress, and said, "Your Majesty, the Shiwanda Mountain is indeed mysterious, but Wei Chen has found a very secret existence, but that place is guarded by a mysterious banyan tree. Great confidence to get in."
"The banyan tree?" The Empress raised her brows slightly, "What do you want this Emperor to do?"
"Your Majesty, Wei Chen will try to go deep into it and investigate Chen Yao'er's news. If there is a conflict with the banyan tree, please ask Your Majesty to take action in person."
The words were full of solemnity. Nangong Junchen would not underestimate the banyan tree. Whether it was a celestial hairpin or a past routine, the banyan tree was obviously a heaven-defying existence.
The Empress stared, from beginning to end, she still believed in Nangong Junchen's ability. Since the other party was so determined to take action by himself, the banyan tree must be very difficult.
She touched it casually, the light flickered, and a white mark fell into Nangong Junchen's palm.