The scholar who came to write his sketchbook should be qualified enough, right?
Duofu was also a little unsure whether Xiucai could write well.
If all else fails, ask his pet owner to find him a scholar who passed the imperial examinations. It's unlikely that a scholar who passed the highest level of the imperial examinations could write a novel for him these days; his pet owner probably doesn't have that kind of ability.
Even if you find so many at once, it's easy to attract attention.
Let's find those small fry; they're less likely to attract attention.
Duofu planned to ask his pet owner that evening.
Anyway, as long as they can write good novels for him, who cares about their academic background?
Duofu listed out all the novel genres he had ever read.
Duofu looked at the full sheet of paper and said, "Alright, that's enough for today."
He was tired of thinking, so he figured he could ask his pet owner to add anything else that was missing.
Duofu casually placed the calligraphy brush on the table without tidying up the somewhat messy surface.
She ran out with her bare feet on the soft mat.
He heard his pet owner's voice, as if they were talking to Su Peisheng, but it was too far away for him to hear clearly.
Duofu opened the door with a snap of his fingers and waved to the Fourth Prince not far away.
The Fourth Prince immediately noticed the little feet without socks on the cushion, and his eyebrows furrowed.
He had told this little rascal countless times to wear socks so he wouldn't catch a cold.
This little brat completely ignored everything, not listening to a single word.
The Fourth Prince strode over, tapped Duofu's forehead, and looked at him with a serious expression.
Duofu was a little confused, as he had been very well-behaved today and hadn't done anything wrong.
Why does his pet owner seem a little angry? Following his pet owner's gaze, Duofu saw his own fair, bare little feet.
He inwardly cried out in alarm; he had only thrown it away because he felt hot, and he had been wearing it for the past few hours.
Duofu was about to offer some excuses, but before he could even prepare his words, he was already prepared.
His owner had already picked him up and carried him to the soft couch where the socks had been, then picked up the socks from the floor and put them on him.
Duofu originally wanted to ask his pet owner for some benefits, but that's impossible now.
He'd rather wait until his pet owner had eaten and drunk his fill before making any demands.
In the end, Duofu fought hard in bed to get everything he wanted.
It's a bit tough on his back, but everything else is fine. He's finally living the life of having a full-time author.
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