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Chapter 121 The powerful minister is so good

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    She slowly raised her eyes, with a slight smile on her lips, "This silver-gray mink fur cloak seems to be made of the mink fur that my grandmother sent to the Cheng family. I didn't expect that the Cheng family brother would cherish it so much and even touch it."  , no one will touch"

    Cheng Deyu looked ugly.

    This mink fur cloak was sent to Shengjing City by his mother. Silver-gray mink fur was very rare. He knew it was valuable, so he was always careful when wearing it.

    Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a gift from Nanfu!

    Recalling the action of slapping Nan Baoyi away just now, his cheeks were slightly hot, so he had to try his best to keep a straight face and said coldly: "It's just an external thing, it doesn't matter who gives it to me."

    Nan Yan then smoothed things over: "Yes, it's just a big cloak. It's not that Mr. Cheng can't afford it. It's just that Mr. Cheng loves to be clean, so he's not used to outsiders touching his clothes."

    "Sister understands the brother of the Cheng family so well!" Nan Baoyi praised, "For those who don't know, I thought you were his fianc¨¦e. That's right, when you two stand together, you really are a talented man and a beautiful woman, but a treacherous and treacherous woman -"

    "Nan Baoyi!" Cheng De said sharply.

    "My little girl has little talent and little knowledge. If there are any mistakes in my words, I hope you will understand me." Nan Baoyi felt blessed and noticed the manuscript paper Nan Yan held in his arms with keen eyes. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Why, sister too  Is it possible to learn how to 'sing the lyrics and sing them through' and then write a book and sell it?"

    Nan Yan didn't want to be embarrassed in front of Nan Baoyi, so he denied: "Of course not. These manuscripts are all poems I wrote in my daily life. I just took them out and bound them into a volume as a souvenir. It would be too much to sell the books I wrote.  Fishing for fame and reputation."

    As he spoke, he quietly looked at Cheng Deyu, as if begging him not to expose himself.

    As a man, Cheng Deyu was stared at by his daughter's family, and his self-esteem instantly exploded. He smiled gently at her to comfort her.

    The shopkeeper happened to come out with a broom to sweep the snow. Seeing Nan Yan still standing there, he couldn't help but feel disgusted: "I told you that the poems you wrote are sour. Our bookstore doesn't look down on it and there is no way we can help you publish and sell them! You are so stupid  You girl is so ignorant, why are you still here?! Come on, come on, don¡¯t delay me in clearing the snow!¡±

    When the lie was exposed, Nan Yan tightly covered the manuscript paper, her pretty face suddenly turning red and white.

    Cheng Deyu was like a interpretive flower, and said softly: "Salesmen who are high-minded and mediocre, naturally do not understand the beauty of poetry."

    He glanced under the eaves.

    The bookstore set up a bookstall there, displaying popular popular Chinese books.

    He casually picked up a copy of "The Traitor's Handbook" and said sarcastically: "A book with vulgar contents like this can sell like hot cakes in South Vietnam. It shows that the people have very poor taste and are not lucky enough to appreciate truly elegant articles."

    "That's it." Nan Yan's face was full of sadness, "This is the tragedy of the entire literary world. Mr. Cheng, with the efforts of you and me, I'm afraid it's not enough to change the vision and level of the people. Why don't you ask the prefect to tell these generals  As the saying goes, this book is originally classified as a forbidden book, but it is up to the government to ban it."

    Nan Baoyi was amused by them.

    These two people sing and harmonize, it would be a pity not to perform the oboe!

    ?????????????????????? Where did Governor Cheng get the power to ban books arbitrarily?

    She said seriously: "Although poetry and songs are rare, popular Chinese is also indispensable in life. I believe that things that the people like have value in existence."

    "Jiaojiao's words are wrong. What the people like may not necessarily be good. The government should come forward to promote truly elegant articles so that every common person can be influenced by art." Nan Yan said loudly, as if he dared to be the first in the world.  expression.

    Nan Baoyi sneered: "Why do I think that no one cares about your collection of poems, so you resent it for being included in those popular Chinese books?"

    Cheng Deyu was displeased: "Miss Nan Yan is aloof and elegant, how can she be jealous of others? Nan Baoyi, don't judge a gentleman with your petty heart."

    He turned to Nan Yan solemnly and said, "When I first returned to Jinguan City, I planned to hold a banquet at Guanxue Lake the next day to entertain the powerful children and ladies in the city. Some of them have bookstores in their homes. If Miss Nan Yan is willing, you may wish to attend the banquet.  I can introduce you to them, let them know your name as a talented woman, and publish a collection of poems for you."

    Nan Yan was overjoyed and hurriedly gave him a gift, "Thank you Mr. Cheng for your kindness, but Yan'er was disrespectful!"

    Cheng Deyu turned to Nan Baoyi again, "Although I don't want to admit it, you are indeed my fianc¨¦e. There will be a banquet at Guanxue Lake tomorrow. You can come if you can. If you can't, don't force me. After all, you will inevitably sing to the winter scenery.  If you don¡¯t have talent in poetry and lyrics, you will be embarrassed.¡±

    After he left, Nan Yan couldn't help being happy and boarded the hired carriage with a collection of poems in hand.

      She opened the curtains and looked at Nan Baoyi provocatively: "Jiaojiao, I will definitely go to the snow lake viewing banquet tomorrow. If you are willing, I can also compose two poems about the winter scenery for you.  Poetry will not make you lose face."

    Nan Baoyi raised his eyebrows and said, "I won't bother you."

    ¡°Then I¡¯ll wait for my sister¡¯s ¡®masterpiece¡¯.¡± Nan Yan smiled proudly.

    Nan Baoyi watched her carriage go away and couldn't help but kick the snow.

    The shopkeeper of the bookstore came over with a broom in his arms, "Miss Nan Wu, who is your sister? Tsk, you didn't see it. She came into the bookstore with a stack of poetry collections, only looked at people through her nostrils, and opened her mouth to ask us to print and sell them for her.  , don¡¯t even look at how much you weigh, do you really think you are a master of poetry? Bah! Who are you looking down on!¡±

    Nan Baoyi remembered that he had just demolished Nan Yan's stage, and couldn't help but give him a thumbs up, "The shopkeeper is the best!"

    She took the dividend from the shopkeeper and ran across the long street happily.

    Mr. Quan Chen is so obedient. She asked him to wait here, and he actually held the reins and waited here without even moving a step!

    She felt sweet in her heart and waved the envelope at him proudly, "It's the dividend from selling books! Second brother, I'll treat you to whatever you want to eat!"

    Xiao Yi walked forward side by side with her.

    Thinking of the conversation between her and Cheng Deyu just now, and the words she kept saying "brother of the Cheng family", he felt very uncomfortable, so his whole body demeanor became much colder.

    There are many vendors on the roadside.

    He stood in front of a stall and said, "I want to eat this."

    Nan Baoyi was counting the banknotes with her head down. She didn't earn much this month, only a mere six hundred taels.

    She raised her eyes and saw that the powerful minister wanted to eat river food.

    This stall is luxuriously decorated and is obviously the most expensive one on the street.

    Thinking of the more than 20,000 taels of silver notes stolen away by the powerful minister, her mood suddenly became a little subtle.

    She is someone who wants to save money, but she cannot spend it lavishly.

    So she forced a smile and said: "What kind of river food should I eat on a cold day? I think roasted sweet potatoes are good. Why don't I treat my second brother to roasted sweet potatoes? It's warm and filling"

    The key is that it¡¯s cheap!

    It¡¯s only five cents each!

    Xiao Yi looked at another stall and said, ¡°Since I don¡¯t want to invite river fresh food, let¡¯s have spicy fried rabbit instead.¡±

    Spicy stir-fried rabbit is also quite expensive!

    Nan Baoyi said: "Second brother, how about we choose roasted sweet potatoes? Brother Jiang said that eating whole grains often is good for your health" (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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