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Chapter 274: Did the monster eat your rice?

Caiyun's porcelain-white face quickly turned red, visibly to the naked eye.

She slammed the manuscript shut, her hands shaking as she held it.

What's this!

What did the lady write?

What is the madam doing with the reputation of being a talented woman in the boudoir?

What is the lady doing with her well-read brain and her praised writing style? !

She actually used this to write a little *book about the male and female protagonists!!!

Caiyun flipped through the pages again and again until she reached the last page. After reading it, she really wanted to close her eyes and just pass by.

Madam's mind is full of these things before going to bed every day...???

Caiyun's hands holding the manuscript were trembling, and she really wanted to burn it.

If the Prime Minister knew that Madam wrote this kind of thing, if other people knew about it... Madam's reputation would be ruined!

Caiyun's face turned pale, and she said in a trembling voice, "Husband, Madam, please stop joking. Let's burn this, in case someone else finds out."

As the person who wrote such a shocking thing, Xie was many times calmer than Caiyun.

"Why are you panicking? I changed the font on purpose. If you and I don't tell anyone, no one will know it was written by me."

"Believe it or not, even if you take this manuscript to someone and say, 'I wrote it,' no one will believe you."

Xie shook her clothes and said, "Who would have thought that something so shocking could be written by the dignified and steady Prime Minister's wife?"

She waved her hand and said, "Go ahead, go openly and give it to the author to have a good look at."

"Oh, by the way, remember to print a copy and keep it. This is my first work, I want to keep it and appreciate it more in the future."

Caiyun's calves were trembling when she heard this. Wouldn't it be criminal evidence if this was left behind? What if someone found it later? Even if they couldn't prove that it was written by the Madam?

But after seeing such unpresentable things, if they get out, it might hurt my wife.

Is this something that can be kept and admired later?

Caiyun is desperate, can't you write something better?

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When Wen Xiangyi came to the bookstore again, her mood was completely different from the last time.

She held a letter in her hand, feeling somewhat nervous.

Because she wasn't sure if it was real pork ribs.

It was only because of the similar writing style and the similar rhythm of the comic that she thought of Pai Gu Jing.

At least she had never felt such a similar feeling from any other author except Pai Gu Jing.

No one who writes well can get stuck as fast as her, and no one who can get stuck better than her can write. Moreover, her imagination, plot and writing style are all on point. She also likes to go against the readers, and there are not many authors who would change their mind while writing.

She is probably the only one in the world.

But this is too much of a coincidence.

How come a fellow villager happened to travel through time, and that person happened to be the author that I follow every day.

But no matter whether my fellow countryman is a pork rib expert or not, it is certain that he comes from the modern era.

Wen Xiangyi came in person. The servants around her were not very trustworthy. If she sent someone to deliver the letter, there was a chance that the letter would end up in her stepmother's hands.

It’s safer to come by yourself.

Wen Xiangyi brought her maid and stood at the end of the line.

The people in front were chatting while waiting in line.

"I'm not saying anything bad about this storybook. If my wife hadn't asked me to buy it, I wouldn't have shown up."

"I also bought it on behalf of my family. If you ask me, this is a storybook that only a girl would like to read. I read a few pages and it's just about the heroine who died and was reborn into another person, fighting in the backyard, and there's also a mortal enemy who's always thinking about killing her.

There's nothing new about it. They all said they couldn't stop watching it, but I felt it was okay. I stopped watching it right after I finished it."

"If you ask me, this monster is new here and doesn't know much. Doesn't she know that the storybooks in the capital are written before they are published? How can she write a little bit every day like this?"

"This monster's writing style is really good, but it's too slow. I've been following the updates day and night, and ended up suffering from insomnia every night. Can't she finish writing the whole book in one go?"

"To be honest, monsters don't need to sleep either, so why can't I write day and night? If I just write the storybook all day, I will definitely be able to finish it in a few days."

"Besides, monsters should have magic, and they should be able to have three heads and six arms or something. Can't I finish writing a whole book in one night?"

"This monster is quite smart. He knows that what he writes is not very good, so he doesn't show up to sell his storybooks. Otherwise, he would be kidnapped as soon as he showed up and would have to write books every day without a rest."

"If there was anyone in this store who wrote the characters in the book to death on those days, that person should have been dragged out and beaten."

"She did it on purpose, publishing the book before it was finished, making us fools every day."

"This monster is quite scheming. This must be her new trick to torture us mortals."

"Damn monster! The evildoer who deceives people! She should be caught!..."

"Hey, I heard someone say that this bookstore was transformed by a monster, and that someone was waiting here every day to see when the author would show up, but no one was seen inside or outside the bookstore, and the next day the new book was automatically put up. Is this true?"

"You people in the capital are so brave. This monster has appeared in your capital openly and is even selling storybooks. Why don't you think of a way to deal with it?"

"Find the police to capture him and skin him alive. He's a monster, who knows when he'll go crazy and kill people."

"It's too late to escape, yet you still line up to walk into the trap. If you become the monster's dinner one day, it will be too late to regret it then."

"No way, no way, no way, you don't really think that the monster came to the capital just to sell storybooks."

It was obvious that these people were not from the capital. They probably came here to inquire about the situation because there were so many people here.

The people in line looked at each other and asked, "What's wrong with the monster? Did the monster eat your rice?"

"That's right. You're obviously not from Beijing. We haven't said anything ourselves, so why are you making such a fuss?"

"She wants to eat people, I'll be the first one to throw in for you."

"The worst she could do was throw the person out of the house if they stole her books. The only punishment she could think of was to strip them of their clothes! What a naive monster!"

"Even after she turned into a monster, she only knew how to write storybooks for us. How bad can she be? Don't be so ungrateful!"

"She's still just a child. What do you want her to do? Did she grow up eating your rice? If the child wants to write a story, let her write it!"

"Besides, she doesn't make any money at all! She doesn't make any money from publishing storybooks! I can even exchange broken bowls I found in the garbage for books!"

"Don't talk about her! Protect! Protect! Protect!"

"If you tell her you're sad, I'll punish you."

Several outsiders looked confused, and the people in the queue attacked them one after another.

They had an expression like "are you crazy?", but it was a monster!

The people of Beijing knew it was a monster, but they still protected it? And they protected it?

crazy.

It's crazy.

This is either because he is reading a fantasy storybook and is seeing magic, or because he has been bewitched by a monster.

Wen Xiangyi felt that this scene was so familiar, as if a cyber war she had participated in before had come true.