My husband, please respect yourself. The princess is here to grab the bride.

A bowl of porridge, two fried eggs, a plate of pickled vegetables, and a tray of black-faced steamed buns.

This is lunch in this courtyard!

The three of them sat down.

Bai Shaoqiu drank porridge and ate fried eggs while telling Uncle Fu what he was thinking.

During this period, Xiao Xi's rolling eyes were inevitable——

Xiao Xi still thinks he is dreaming!

But Uncle Fu listened very carefully!

It was not until Bai Shaoqiu said that he won nearly two thousand taels of silver by writing couplets with Song Zigui last night that he was moved again and looked at Bai Shaoqiu again.

He memorized the couplet.

Also remembered Bai Shaoqiu's plan.

“The most important thing about a bookstore is the source of the articles.”

After putting down his bowl and chopsticks, Uncle Fu picked up his pipe and lit the tobacco in the pipe with a lighter.

He took a deep breath.

Smoke came out of his mouth, accompanied by his words:

"The master and the mistress were...they were very angry with the young master at that time, and they left in a hurry."

"I did know some of the scholars in the past, but my status as a slave was not enough."

"If the young master wants to reopen the bookstore, he'll need to invite those writers back...invite them for a drink, and ask them to hand over their new poems and articles to the young master..."

“This matter is a bit difficult now.”

"Everything owned by the Bai family's bookstore was sold to the Chang family. Behind the Chang family's bookstore was the Longxing Bookstore in Chang'an, the capital... Those old-time scholars now sell their works to Longxing or the Chang family, and they get higher prices than they would to the Bai family."

"If we want to get those literati's articles again, we have to pay a higher price. This cost..."

"No!"

Bai Shaoqiu interrupted Uncle Fu:

"I'll take care of the writing, and leave the rest to you!"

Uncle Fu was shocked again. He looked at Bai Shaoqiu suspiciously, but ultimately did not ask him how to solve the problem of the origin of the poem or article.

He nodded: "Okay... But to reopen the bookstore, we need a book that will make Bai's Bookstore famous!"

"I'm waiting for you to bring the manuscript, Master. After I've read it... I'll use my experience to decide whether or not the bookshop can open. How do you think?"

"it is good!"

Xiao Xi couldn't help but squinted at Bai Shaoqiu. "Could it be that you really met someone at Shangling Academy?"

"You have to know that this first book must be written by a famous author!"

"Or perhaps a famous scholar wrote a preface for it!"

"Bai's Bookstore must become popular immediately in order to have a place in the market. Otherwise..."

Xiao Xi curled her lips and said, "Those two thousand taels of silver wouldn't even make a bubble if they were thrown into the water!"

Bai Shaoqiu stood up, rubbed Xiaoxi's head again, and looked at Uncle Fu:

"Well, I see."

"Also, this bookstore is no longer called Bai's Bookstore."

Uncle Fu was stunned: "What is that called?"

“…Let’s call it Sanwei Book House!”

"Once you find a suitable shop, look for a courtyard near Sanwei Book House."

"After the Zhuxi Literary Festival, we'll buy that yard... and call it Baicao Garden!"

"No rush, don't help anyone else anymore, just go find a place like this."

"I'm going back to the academy first. I'll show you the manuscript in a few days."

The grandfather and grandson sent Bai Shaoqiu out of the courtyard.

I watched his back disappear at the end of the street.

Xiao Xi touched his head and said, "Grandpa, it seems that the young master is really going to do something!"

Uncle Fu smiled with relief. Xiao Xi clearly saw that the wrinkles on his grandfather's face seemed to be filled with the light of hope!

……

There was a look of loss on the face of the Ninth Princess Tang Xianxian on the second floor of the library!

She stayed on the second floor all morning.

'Read' a lot of books.

But suddenly I found that I seemed to be looking at something lonely.

I can't even remember the name of the book!

That handsome young man in white clothes kept floating in his mind!

He is clearly the son-in-law of the royal family!

He is the husband of my best friend Princess Changying!

Why am I so concerned about him?

It can't be love!

You must not have feelings for him!

The girl longs to meet a boy she falls in love with at first sight.

But as the ninth princess of Xingguo, she knew very well that even if she met him, it would be in vain!

Because her marriage is not her decision!

Her husband must be the son of an important official in the court.

For example, Si Beiyou, the eldest son of the Changsheng Marquisate who has always been interested in him!

My mother likes Si Beiyou.

But I can't feel any feelings for him at all.

As for feelings, in my mother's words, between a man and a woman, when they get married and have children, they will gradually develop feelings for each other.

She didn't know if that was the case.

But I think Si Beiyou is better than Princess Changying's current husband——

That was the former Bai Shaoqiu!

Now Bai Shaoqiu is still unsure whether he is really talented in writing.

As Zhang Wenqian said, a couplet... even if it is written by the great scholar Fang, it is not enough to prove that he is well-read.

That was a coincidence.

He still didn't even have half a cart, so how could he have five carts?

Zhang Wenqian and the students of the academy all agreed that Bai Shaoqiu's couplet was a flash of inspiration...

Tang Xianxian was shaken and only hoped to invite Bai Shaoqiu to participate in the Zhuxi Literary Meeting in four days, so that she could tell whether he had real talent and knowledge.

Zhang Wenqian thought he would not go at all.

People sometimes get lucky, but no one gets lucky again and again.

Thousands of students are competing for the Zhuxi Literary Society. It would be difficult for Bai Shaoqiu to pass Zhuxi among thousands of students!

That's it!

Tang Xianxian stood up,

I thought that based on my current perception, Changying's husband was at least not stupid.

That looks great too.

In any case, he is much more pleasing to the eye than Si Beiyou.

In fact, Changying lowered her requirements. Her mother said that after being married for a long time... they would fall in love.

Thinking of this, Tang Xianxian left the library and returned to the elegant house behind the lotus pond.

She was wondering who had written the couplet of flowers and leaves.

There is no clue about this matter. How can we find this person?

She thought of Bai Shaoqiu again!

That guy was in the library at the time...

The girl's eyes lit up, and she had to think of a way to get him to write something!

"install,"

"The slave is here!"

"Tell Commander Zhao that if Bai Shaoqiu returns to the library, he should inform me as soon as possible!"

An had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Slave, you obey!"

Bai Shaoqiu was walking towards Shangling Academy.

At this moment, Song Zigui was in the private room of Qianwei Tower, a very famous restaurant in Xiling City.

There are six people sitting in this private room!

The one at the top is Ge Sanjie, the eldest son of the City Guard Mansion!

The other four were the sons of wealthy businessmen in Xiling City.

Among them is Chang Huan, the second son of Chang’s Bookstore!

The food and wine were served, but no one took a sip.

They all looked at Song Zigui, each with an expression of disbelief on their face!

Chang Huan asked, "No, Brother Song, the Bai Shaoqiu you're talking about... is he really the prince's son-in-law, Bai Shaoqiu?"

Song Zigui sighed, "Of course, I've seen this guy before last year, I wouldn't mistake him!"

"He wrote the couplet?"

"And I beat you?"

"You said that was the couplet written by Master Fang, the one hanging in the Second Floor of the Gaoge Pavilion, and that even Master Fang himself hasn't come up with a matching couplet yet?"

"Brother Song, I'll believe anyone you mention, but you said it was Bai Shaoqiu..."

Chang Huan grinned and shook his head. "That guy sold the Bai family's assets to my Chang family at half price. Even though I've never seen him in person, I know he's a complete idiot!"

"I heard he can't even understand a sales contract!"

"You said you lost to him..."

Song Zigui's face suddenly turned red, and Chang Huan patted Song Zigui on the shoulder:

"Brother Song, I don't mean to belittle you!"

"Chang's Bookstore will have to rely on the poetry and articles written by Brother Song after he becomes famous. What I mean is... this is simply unbelievable."

"That guy is a waste!"

"Brother Song, don't be depressed. He just got lucky!"

"Since Brother Song has invited him to participate in the Zhuxi Literary Gathering...isn't it just a prize of ten thousand taels of silver?"

"Everyone, I'll give you three thousand taels of silver!"

"Brother Song, at the Zhuxi Literary Festival... I'm waiting for you to win first place and avenge your previous shame!"

"Are you guys... following?"