Dongsheng Shenzhou.

Aolai Country.

Chendu, in a manor.

There are trees, water, bridges, rockery, and an elegant environment, and a wealthy family.

In the pool, pavilions.

The two middle-aged men stood there with respect in their eyes.

One person, about forty years old, was seven feet tall, was a little thin, with a goatee and wearing a housekeeper's uniform.

One man, about fifty years old, seemed to leave no trace on his face, his face was white, without a trace of beard, and he was wearing an eunuch uniform.

"Young Master, Eunuch Li is here."

The housekeeper Fu said softly, for fear of disturbing the young man who was writing in front of him.

"Um."

The young man just said no, and then he disappeared.

If it were someone else, Eunuch Li would have been angry long ago. He is the eunuch general manager next to the current emperor.

Even when he arrived at the Prime Minister's house, he was treated with all his courtesy.

However, Eunuch Li did not look anxious at all, but instead looked at the young man in front of him quietly.

Uncle Fu looked a little proud when he saw Eunuch Li like this.

Who dares to treat Eunuch Li like this in the nine prefectures and thirty-six counties of Aolai State?

But his son dared.

Aolai Country, the great master of literary world.

He is respected by millions of people and regarded as the master of the literary world by millions of literati.

In Aolai Country, you may not know the current priest, but it is impossible not to know Zhang Bairen, the master of literary world.

His surname is Zhang, his name is Renren, and his courtesy name is Bairen.

Writing poetry at the age of three.

A six-year-old couplet unparalleled...

Published a collection of poems at the age of ten.

At the age of twelve, he released the first literary sacred text [Red Building] and was praised by all the people.

On the pavilion, on the table, three sheets of paper, a pen, and a cup of tea.

Two hours later.

The young man stood up slowly.

Raise your head slowly.

The housekeeper Fu Uncle and Eunuch Li only felt a gentle and elegant wind coming. When they saw the young faces, they met no less than a hundred times, but every time they saw them, they were shocking.

The young man, eight feet tall, twenty-two years old, dressed in white clothes, fluttering in the wind, his handsome face is indescribable, just like a banished immortal walking out of a painting.

"Your Majesty asked you to come?"

Zhang Bairen whispered.

Pick up the teacup and taste it carefully.

Uncle Fu and Eunuch Li sighed again, "The young master is as quiet as a virgin, showing his elegant style."

"Return to Mr. Zhang, I am not only here to bring His Majesty's order, but also to tell Mr. Zhang about it with good news."

The sound is a bit sharp, but not artificial.

"Little Princess Yanran has returned from cultivating immortals."

Zhang Bairen's face was calm and his expression was not easy to detect...

Put down the teacup, walk aside, and look at the looming mountains in the distance.

"On the table, there are [Three Kingdoms] Volume 16 chapters, and they are presented to His Majesty."

After pausing, he seemed to be thinking, and then said.

"Tell me that Princess Yanran, tomorrow morning, Baihuating, I'll wait for her."

Eunuch Li walked to the table, looked at the three pieces of paper that were already full of words, and held them up in both hands, feeling like a treasure.

He walked away carefully.

"Young Master, you finally waited until the little princess Yanran came back."

Uncle Fu followed Zhang Bairen in his early years and knew the importance of Princess Yanran to Zhang Bairen.

"Um."

Zhang Bairen nodded and left the pavilion. It was obvious that the little princess Yanran's return touched his six-year-old heart.

Uncle Fu looked at Zhang Bairen's slowly leaving and looked happy. Over the years, the young master has treated him like an elder. Now that the young master's true love has returned from cultivating immortals, he is also happy for the young master.

Six years ago, when Princess Yanran left Chendu to cultivate immortality, she was already six years old. Now six years have passed.

"I am twelve years old and have reached the point of talking about marriage. My identity as a princess is barely worthy of the young master."

......

After supper.

Zhang Bairen returned to the bedroom and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Light up a candle and sit in front of the bronze mirror.

Her skin as white as snow, her face is handsome, and her virtuous spirit is as beautiful as jade.

Beautiful and almost demonic!

In the mirror, the handsome young man frowned slightly.

After six years of waiting, he just wanted to see her again, even if it was just one side, if not, he would have left Aolai Country long ago.

"I don't have much time anymore, so I can't continue to stay in Aolai Country."

He, Zhang Bairen, has a secret, a secret buried deep in his heart.

He is a reborn person.

His previous life was in a place on Earth and China.

Why, can he become the master of the literary world?

Because of his memories of his previous life.

In the past life.

——

Zhang Bairen is just an online writer or a floppy writer. He has to bear the humiliation and abuse of readers every day.

"The writing is not clear."

"Writing rubbish."

"Story is a pity."

After twelve years of writing, Zhang Bairen went from having nothing to being in debt.

finally.

Ending my own way of training in late-night typing...

After being reborn in this world, Zhang Bairen has always believed that this is a world similar to ancient China.

Later he found out that he was wrong.

It's ridiculously wrong.

When someone told him that more than four hundred years ago, a giant mountain in the shape of a palm fell from the sky and landed on the Nanzhan Continent.

Zhang Bairen knew that he was reborn in Journey to the West.

This is a world of immortals and gods.

After twenty-two years of coming to this world, Zhang Bairen relied on his terrifying cultural knowledge to recite poems and write books, and became prosperous in Aolai Country.

From a three-year-old child to a king of a country, he is all his book fans.

Zhang Bairen feels this is very good, compared to his previous online literature career.

He feels that this class of readers is easier to lead.

Don’t dare to urge me to update, don’t dare to insult, let alone humiliate me!

One cup of tea, three sheets of paper, and two thousand words will be a day.
To be continued...