Rumor Has It That I’m Pregnant with His Highness’ Child

Yu Curly has personally experienced the melon-eating ability of Yujing's melon-eating people. She doesn't want to be the melon in other people's mouths, so she proposes to find another place to talk.

But fat booksellers don't want to.

He just wanted to use the power of the masses to put pressure on Princess Princess and force her to submit the manuscript quickly.

"Woohoo, if you want to die today, you will not give you a quasi, and you will die for you!"

Yu Weiwei was numb from his crying, and said angrily: "It's alright, don't cry, isn't it just handing in the manuscript? Don't act like I did something to you."

Fat Bookseller: "Then you should submit your manuscript now!"

Yu curling: "I don't have a manuscript right now."

The fat bookseller raised his voice and howled loudly: "Woooooooooooooo!"

An aunt next to her couldn't help but ask.

"Little lady, are you deceiving others' money? Or are you deceiving others' feelings?"

Yu curling deeply felt wronged: "I didn't lie to anything!"

The aunt didn't believe it: "If you didn't lie to others, how could a big guy cry so badly."

Other onlookers nodded in agreement.

Yu curled up at a hundred mouths and couldn't argue.

She said helplessly: "I really don't have a manuscript right now, it's useless even if you cry to death here."

The fat bookseller lowered his cry a little: "Then when can you submit the manuscript at the earliest?"

Yu curling: "Shangyuan Festival..."

As soon as these three words were spoken, she heard the fat bookseller's cry suddenly rise, and she hurriedly covered her ears and changed her voice.

"New Year! Should I submit the manuscript to the head office before the New Year?"

The fat bookseller silently counted the time in his heart. It is only ten days before the Chinese New Year. During the Chinese New Year, he asked the printing shop to work overtime so that he could publish books before the New Year's Day.

So he said, "You have to keep your word."

Yu curled up and promised.

"definitely!"

The fat bookseller threatened: "If you don't like me again this time, I'll strangle myself at your door!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his hands and made a gesture of pinching his neck.

At this time, a team of officers and soldiers came over and yelled loudly.

"What are you doing in the middle of the road? Can't you see the carriages coming and going? All spread out!"

Everyone hurriedly retreated to both sides.

Yu Curly took the opportunity to apply oil on the soles of her feet, and led Ling Hai away.

After he completely got rid of the fat bookseller that was difficult to deal with, Yu curling slowly slowed down.

Ling Hai asked cautiously.

"Princess Princess, who was that person just now?"

Yu Curly replied casually, "A businessman who sells books."

Ling Hai asked again, "Then do you write books?"

Yu curling: "To be exact, I am a painter."

Ling Hai's eyes showed admiration: "People who can publish books must be very knowledgeable. What book are you drawing? Can I read it?"

Yu curled up with an embarrassed yet polite smile.

"Hehe, this, you are too young to read this kind of book."

Ling Hai was very disappointed, but didn't say anything more.

Yu curling: "If you want to read books, I will find some books for you to read. By the way, you should still be studying at your age, right? I will find you a school later."

Ling Hai immediately shook his head: "I'm not going to the school, I have to be by your side to do things for you."

Yu Weiwei couldn't help crying.

"You are so old, what kind of work can you do? You still go to school honestly. When you grow up in the future, maybe you will be able to get a champion or something. In the future, you will return to your hometown and honor your ancestors. How beautiful!"

Ling Hai still shook his head, insisting that he would not go to the school.

Yu curling thought he didn't like to study, so he didn't force it any more.

Ling Hai asked, "Are we going home now?"

Yu curling: "Well, go home and change clothes first, and then go somewhere."

"where?"

"The Oriole Garden."

...

We haven't seen each other for half a year, and the Oriole Garden is still full of friends and guests.

Yu curled up wearing men's clothing and a mask, and Ling Hai followed behind her.

It was the first time he came to this kind of place, and he was nervous and curious, and his black and white eyes couldn't help Dongzhangxiang.

Zheng Changle's little fat man ran downstairs, craned his neck and looked around, but he couldn't see the person he wanted to see, and he was not only a little impatient.

He asked the guy next to him.

"Didn't you say Brother Yu is here? Where's the person?"

The guy pointed at the handsome boy wearing a mask: "It's him."

It just so happened that Yu Curly turned his head and saw Zheng Changle.

So she took the initiative to walk towards Zheng Changle.

"Brother Zheng, long time no see."

Hearing her voice, Zheng Changle instantly confirmed her identity.

He stared at the mask on her face and asked, "Why are you still wearing a mask when you come to me?"

Yu curled up and took off the mask, revealing the scar on his face.

"I was injured a little while ago, and I can't see people for the time being."

After she finished speaking, she put on the mask again.

Zheng Changle was taken aback at first, and then he asked: "How did this happen? Does it matter? Have you seen the doctor?"

Yu Weiwei sighed: "The injury is actually healed, but the scar can't be removed. I may have to wear a mask to see people in the future."

Seeing his good friend become like this, Zheng Changle deeply regretted it.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Yu curling: "I came to see you today, and there is indeed something I need your help with."

Zheng Changle immediately said, "Just say it, I will definitely help!"

Yu Curly took out a piece of paper from his sleeve: "My request is very simple, it is to stick it on the gate of your theater, and it only takes three days to stick it."

Zheng Changle reached out and took the piece of paper: "It's just a small matter, no problem..."

After seeing what was written on the paper, his words stopped abruptly.

He opened his eyes wide and asked in disbelief.

"what is this?"

Yu curled up: "That's right, Chery Park is about to open, but we are a new theater, no one knows about it, I was afraid that no one would come to support it on the opening day, so I drew this poster myself and wanted to put it on your theater. At the door, you have a lot of people here, and you are all old fans, so you will definitely bring a little popularity to Chery Garden."

The guy next to Zheng Changle was very angry.

The guy scolded indignantly.

"Don't you know that peers compete? You are blatantly coming to our theater to grab guests. Our young master will never agree!"

He thought that the Shaodong family would be in the same camp as him, but heard Zheng Changle ask.

"This poster was drawn by Master Wang. I recognized it as soon as I saw the brushstrokes. Can you sell it to me?"

The guy immediately turned his head to look at Shaodong's family, but saw that Shaodong's family was holding the poster and couldn't put it down, as if he wanted to kiss it.

"Young master, what are you doing? Didn't you hear that he was coming to our house to grab guests?!"

Yu Weiwei smiled and said authentically.

"I don't call it stealing customers, I call it win-win cooperation.

You helped me attract popularity today, and we will not forget you when we have good things in the future.

A virtuous circle of mutual benefit can go a long way. "