I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

"Master, ninety copies of your book have been sold today!"

In the Chu family, Uncle Fu ran fast with his hunched body, his face was full of joy.

This is a happy event, which means that the young master is promising and the Chu family is expected to revive.

Chu He had just put down his brush and was rubbing his sore wrist when Fu Bo rushed in.

He looked up, and said in astonishment: "Fu Bo, why are you in such a panic? Didn't you just sell ninety books, what's the fuss about it?"

Uncle Fu, however, was so happy that he could not close his mouth from ear to ear, he said with a smile: "Master, if Master sees you like this, he must be very pleased."

Chu He couldn't help sighing when he heard the words. In his previous memory, this old man was really good to him.

It can be described as doting, no, it should be said as doting, otherwise the father of a fifth-grade teacher would not have taught a dandy young man.

I don't know if my father is doing well in the sky prison now, if he can eat enough, and if he is warmly dressed.

"Young master, don't worry, Madam has already gone to her mother's house for help, she will definitely be able to rescue the master." Uncle Fu said with confidence.

Chu He raised his brows, wondering, "Fu Bo, what exactly does my grandfather do, why have I never heard of it?"

He rummaged through his memory and found that since he could remember, his mother had never mentioned the situation of his natal family.

Uncle Fu's complexion changed one after another, and he said with a smile: "Master, this old slave doesn't know, so don't ask. By the way, do you want some supper? This old slave ordered the kitchen to make it for you."

"I don't have anything to eat, I'm going back to my room to sleep, you can go back too." Chu He waved his hand and refused.

Only then did Fu Bo back out, and closed the door by the way.

After he left, Chu He sat on a chair with his brows tightly furrowed. He always had the feeling that Uncle Fu must know about his mother's natal family and was just hiding it from him on purpose.

After thinking about it for a while, he didn't think of anything, and instead became dizzy.

Chu He rubbed his temples and went back to sleep.

The mansion of the Shangguan family in Pingyang City.

Shangguan Zongyuan and Shangguan's grandpa and grandson are playing chess in the gazebo.

Shangguan Zongyuan stroked his beard with a peaceful expression, he picked up a sunspot and dropped it, cutting down the dragon.

"Xiao Xiao, your condition is not right." He stroked his beard and smiled.

Shangguan rubbed her head a little, her mind was full of images of Chu He composing poems in the street during the day.

In a short while, more than 20 good sentences were written in succession, which almost overlapped with the image of the person in her imagination, making her pretty face hot.

"Xiao Xiao, are you thinking about Xiao Chu?" Shangguan Zongyuan said meaningfully.

He could see what his granddaughter was thinking at a glance, and he was afraid that it wasn't Sichun. After all, the identity of the kid from the Chu family was more than enough for Xiaoxiao.

"I don't have it!" Shangguan shook his head in denial, and continued: "I was just thinking, did Uncle Chu really cheat in the proctor exam? Why was he sent to the prison?"

She didn't want to admit that she was thinking of a dandy, even a talented dandy, so she hurriedly changed the subject.

"You have met Fu Chu Yun, what kind of person do you think he is?" Shangguan Zongyuan's smile disappeared and his voice was calm.

Shangguan thought for a while and said: "Uncle Chu is a decent person, he doesn't look like someone who cheats in the examination room."

Shangguan Zongyuan sighed, and said: "There are many disputes in the court, the parties are divided, and they are fighting for power and profit. It doesn't mean that you can gain a foothold if you are upright."

"Grandpa, you mean Uncle Chu was..."

"Xiao Xiao, don't talk nonsense!"

Shangguan Xiaoxiao was interrupted by the old man just as he was about to say what was on his mind.

Shangguan Zongyuan got up and paced, walked to the edge of the pool and stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes saw the carp swimming under the lotus leaves.

"I don't know if he has a golden scale. In this world, a real dragon is needed to stir up the universe. This old man will open this dragon gate for you."

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?" Shangguan asked curiously.

Shangguan Zongyuan's voice was flat: "Xiao Xiao, go and clean up, let's go back to the imperial city tomorrow."

"So fast?" Shangguan Xiaoxiao looked hesitant.

Shangguan Zongyuan stroked his beard and smiled, "Xiao Xiao, don't worry, I believe Chu He will return to the imperial city in the near future."

"Grandpa, that's not what I meant!" Shangguan Xiaoxiao stomped his feet, his face flushed slightly.

She also couldn't figure out what was wrong with herself, whenever she heard Chu He's name, she always had an inexplicable feeling.

"Grandpa is getting old, unlike you young people, he has to go back to sleep first!"

Shangguan Zongyuan returned to the room with a smile, leaving only Shangguan Xiaoxiao sitting alone in the gazebo.

"I'm leaving tomorrow, and I haven't been able to meet Mr. Chu again."

Shangguan propped his chin with his hands, looked up at the moon.

"Master Chu is proficient in lyrics and music, why don't you leave the Baiqueqin to him."

After thinking about it, she went back to her study and picked up a brush to write a poem on the paper.

"Oh, I'm so ashamed, I hope Mr. Chu won't think wrong."

The red clouds flew up, and Shangguan Xiaoxiao hurriedly folded the white paper and put it in the gap of the Baiqueqin.

At dawn the next day, Chu He stretched himself.

"The literary spirit has improved a lot!"

He had a feeling of his own realm, the foundation of Ninth Grade study has been solidified, but it is still far away from the eighth grade full study.

However, he is not discouraged. He believes that after the completion of the plan, he will be able to break through the realm and even give birth to a book spirit in a few days.

There are more than one hundred legendary characters in Water Margin, even if half of the book spirits can be bred, it would be amazing. Just thinking about it is exciting.

"Master! The lady from Shangguan's family brought you a present!"

The voice of the little maid Yuling suddenly came, and she ran all the way over, holding a guqin in her arms.

"Miss Shangguan? Little Shangguan?"

Chu He frowned slightly, what gift did this little girl give herself?

When he saw the guqin, he was immediately stunned.

"Wen Dao treasure Baiqueqin?"

"She gave me the Baiqueqin, isn't this a joke?"

Chu He opened his mouth wide in shock, unable to close it for a long while.

He specifically inquired, a piece of Wen Dao treasure is worth tens of thousands of taels of silver.

Like the Baiqueqin, it is even a fine piece of literary treasures, and it is impossible to get it without tens of thousands of taels of silver.

Did Shangguan Xiaoxiao give tens of thousands of silver to himself?

When Chu He plucked the strings, his voice was clear and clear, and his literary energy could actually stimulate the strings, achieving an unexpected attack effect.

"Young Master Chu, isn't this Shangguan's little Baiqueqin? Why is it here with you?"

Just as Chu He was studying the Baiqueqin, an exclamation suddenly came.

He turned his head and saw that it was Wang Yingjun as expected.

"It was sent by Shangguan Xiaoxiao, and I don't know why she sent the piano." Chu He said honestly.

Wang Yingjun's face was crowded with fat, and he said in surprise: "I heard that she and Mr. Shangguan returned to Beijing in the morning. Before leaving, I gave you the Baiqueqin. She must have taken a fancy to you!"

"What nonsense!" Chu He couldn't help scolding.

That little girl is only sixteen years old, he Chu He is a gentleman, how could he lay hands on such a little girl.

"Yu Ling, you put the Baiqueqin in my study, I have something to discuss with Wang Shao."

Chu He handed the Baique Qin to Yu Ling, and Yu Ling obediently held the Qin and left.

Pushing open the study door, Yuling was about to put the Baiqueqin on the table when a note suddenly fell out.

"Nung, moon and new moon."

"It's such a beautiful character, how could it be in the Baiqueqin? Do you want to tell the young master?"

At this moment, Chu He's voice came from outside.

"Yu Ling, after putting down the piano, go make a cup of tea."

"Master, Yu Ling heard it."

After Yuling responded, she immediately trotted to make tea.