Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

"Great!!!" The audience in the entire restaurant suddenly became excited.

Everything in the world is constantly developing and improving over time, and the same is true for the content of novels or storybooks.

If you want to increase the subscription stickiness of a newspaper, you naturally have to work hard on the content.

Taking into account the differences in thinking and the degree of acceptance of new concepts, Zhu Yunhuan finally chose the theme of martial arts novels, which are not so outrageous and fantasy, and have high national popularity in later generations.

Of course, Zhu Yunhuan’s brain was not strong enough to be able to recite novels from memory.

But he has read the novel and watched the drama.

The general characters and plot can always be told.

And what kind of people are most present in the Imperial Academy? — Ready-made losers — they can definitely be hired for this kind of thing.

This is how the serialized novel came into being, crushing all the storybooks of the era.

Hearing the storyteller on the stand narrating the contents of this issue's novel serial in a rhythmic manner, Cao Zhen rubbed his hands in anticipation and dived into the crowd: "Hey, after this one, it will be my turn."

But what he didn't notice was.

Just as he entered the crowd, a young man in a crescent-shaped white silk shirt in another place changed his expression slightly. "I came out for a stroll, and I actually ended up in the same restaurant as Cao Zhen? Judging from his expectant and proud look, my operation was quite effective."

The young man murmured something in his heart, then turned around and hid in a box behind him - others didn't know who he was, but Cao Zhen knew.

No one in the restaurant knew that they might have passed by the new emperor.

Yes, the young man was naturally Zhu Yunhuan. Today the imperial edict recruiting alchemists was issued, and the third issue of the newspaper was also on sale. He suddenly decided to go out incognito for a private visit, and naturally did not want to be seen by acquaintances.

Fortunately, the storyteller on the stand spoke in a rhythmic and exciting manner.

Cao Zhen's attention was naturally focused on him, waiting for the storyteller to talk about the part related to him.

So Cao Zhen did not notice Zhu Yunhuan in the crowd.

but.

What surprised Zhu Yunhuan was that.

He heard a familiar voice again: "This private room has been booked for a month. How dare you barge in? I didn't even hear Guo Jing's master's name clearly. Get out of here!"

Zhu Yunhuan had few acquaintances outside the palace.

Looking closely, he saw a little girl in a white crescent-shaped silk skirt and double buns busy looking for something in the newspaper in her hand. It was probably the "name of Guo Jing's master" that she had missed - who else could it be but Yu Miao?

The other party seems to have not discovered me yet.

Zhu Yunhuan chuckled and said calmly, "It's the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, and the Taoist priest Ma Yu of the Quanzhen Sect."

Hearing this familiar and warm voice.

Yu Miao was stunned for a moment, then looked up with a look of surprise.

"Tong Yun? You finally showed up!" Her pretty little face was smiling with a mixture of joy and surprise, and her eyes were as bright as stars.

Zhu Yunhuan didn't notice the emotion on her face.

He simply looked around, raised an eyebrow, and thought to himself, "This location offers a panoramic view of the entire restaurant. It's a perfect spot for free!"

He decided to go out on a whim and did not make any arrangements in advance. Although it would be easy for him to get a good position with his status and power, it would alarm people anyway, which was not his intention.

Now at least someone is feeling sleepy and is being offered a pillow.

Of course, he wouldn't show it on his face. He just smiled faintly and said, "It just so happens that I came here on a whim today. Looks like I can get a seat."

Hearing this, Yu Miao's eyes flickered, and she pursed her lips with a hint of frustration, saying, "It was... a spur-of-the-moment decision."

Zhu Yunhuan nodded: "Yes, it's a coincidence."