"Just now, Young Master Wang said that he was wrong. May I ask where do you think you went wrong?" Feng Ming didn't even raise his head, as if he was enjoying the teacup in his hand.
"Uh..." Wang Yijun was stuck.
In his opinion, he was the one who was pelted with melon seeds, and the one he beat was the lecher who teased Wan Shuang, so what was wrong with him!
Could it be that his mistake was that he chose to attack Feng Xiyun when the princess was also present? Or was it that he was not wrong and just admitted his mistake because he was cowardly and wanted to admit it from the heart first?
I’m afraid you want to be exposed again!
Wang Yijun's eyes rolled back and forth as he was thinking of words, and he happened to see the cover of Mo Wen's new book still lying miserably on the ground. Wang Yijun's eyes lit up. Although he had just been struggling, he also noticed that there were two wooden boxes on the table specially used for packaging new books from Wenhuatang, and the princess seemed to treasure them very much.
"Ah, young man... I was wrong for impulsively disturbing the princess's pleasure, and I was also wrong for impulsively destroying the young prince's books. Books are what scholars like us should cherish and preserve. I have truly made a grave mistake." Wang Yijun hesitated at first to give this reason, but since he had spoken, there was no taking it back, so he could only continue. Who knew that the more he spoke, the more he felt it was true, and he even believed it.
It's just destroying a book. It's also my fault that I was scared so badly by the princess before. I was so scared.
"Heh" Fengming didn't expect Wang Yijun to come up with such a reason. Should he still praise him for being a clever kid?
Noticing that Feng Xiyun was about to make a move, Feng Ming also looked at the ground. Suddenly, he felt distressed and quickly squatted down to carefully pick up the cover of Mo Wen's new book, and placed it on the table with heartache.
He carefully blew away the dust on the book, his calm expression faded, and with a look of heartache on his face, he put the book back into the wooden box. Ignoring Wang Yijun, he slapped Feng Xiyun on the head: "How can you be so stupid? You can't even protect this book properly. Don't you know how difficult it was to get this book? Huh? There are only 100 copies of Master Mo Wen's autographed new book in Daqing, which is limited to 100 copies. It's also the finale of the Jianghu Wenqing series. Go out and look at the long line outside Wenhua Hall. If they knew you actually tore up the book now, they would tear you apart!"
Although Feng Ming was teaching Feng Xiyun a lesson, Wang Yijun, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat the more he listened. He thought it was just an ordinary book, so why did it involve Mo Wen, a limited edition, and the finale?
It has to be said here that Daqing's cultural and entertainment industry is actually extremely developed, with various promotional methods emerging one after another. For example, this classic marketing method of limited signed edition has long been used to perfection by Wenhuatang.
You know, every era has its share of collectors like Sheldon, who love to collect unopened new books. There are also fans, but Daqing's fans are the authors of the storybooks.
When modern idols release posters, albums, and peripherals, true fans will buy at least three sets, without unpacking them, to keep one set for themselves, appreciate one set, and give one set as a gift. Naturally, when ancient literary idols release a new book, there will be the same people who will buy three sets to appreciate, collect, and give as a gift.
If a signed limited edition is released, it will be even crazier, just like modern boys scrambling for AJs and modern girls buying Heytea. It will not be a big deal to queue up all night to buy it.
If Tu Nan had not been so powerful this time, and a letter had not actually arrived containing a signed limited edition of Mo Wen's new book, Feng Ming, even though she was the eldest princess, would not have dared to hope that she would miss the queue and get it.
I have to ask Tuanan how strong his relationship with Wenhuatang is, and how he could accomplish such a difficult task so easily.
After Feng Ming finished teaching Feng Xiyun a lesson, he turned around and saw Wang Yijun sweating profusely. It was clearly a warm spring day, but he was treating it like a scorching summer day.
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