Now I really have to marry the princess.

Chapter 100 Don't Let Her Fall in Love with the Wang Family's Sons

The stars twinkled, and the study was quiet.

Yang Zhengdao was brainstorming stories while waiting for Su Hongyi to arrive.

Suddenly, a soft sound was heard, and Su Hongyi jumped in through the window as before.

The feeling of "stealing" is so irresistible.

Yang Zhengdao smiled and stretched out his hands: "Red dress, come here!"

Su Hongyi glanced up once, then immediately lowered her head, her cheeks turning bright red.

"Brother, this is the study—"

Yang Zhengdao chuckled upon hearing this and said with a smile, "Shall we go to the bedroom?"

"No!"

Startled, Su Hongyi took a step back, her face flushing red to her neck. She managed to squeeze out a low voice, "A-Wu and A-Liu are here—"

"Oh!" Yang Zhengdao feigned surprise, then grinned mischievously, "How about we knock them out?"

Su Hongyi immediately understood Dalang's teasing intention. She felt so embarrassed that her cheeks were on fire. She didn't dare to look up and only dared to stare at her toes.

Yang Zhengdao beckoned again: "Come here, let me check you out."

After all, he and Su Hongyi had worked through the night to inspect the hot spring bathhouse before its opening, and they had overworked themselves.

I'll only feel at ease if I get a checkup.

Seeing that she couldn't avoid it tonight, Su Hongyi bit her lip and obediently stepped forward.

But she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

If I were in the study, I couldn't help myself—would Uncle Zhong hear me?

While she was lost in thought, that large hand had already pulled her into its embrace.

"Sit down at the table, let me examine you."

"Ah—" Su Hongyi was taken aback, but obediently sat down on the table.

Scenes from "Spring Behind the Curtain" flashed through her mind in an instant.

Would Dalang do that?

Wow! The light in this study is so bright!

"Don't turn off the lights! How are we supposed to inspect them otherwise?"

"oh----"

Su Hongyi felt like her ear tips were on fire!

Dalang really wants to do that!

"Excellent, excellent! Did you specially go back to your room to change it after dinner?"

After being exposed, Su Hongyi was so ashamed that she wanted to bury her head in her chest.

Then, a tingling sensation came over her, her body stiffened, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"Dalang—" Her voice trembled, and she couldn't help but cry.

Even she herself was unsure of what she was feeling at that moment—was she ashamed, so ashamed she wanted to cry, or excited, so excited she was trembling?

A moment later, Dalang finally stopped and ended the examination.

Dalang said she was fine, but Su Hongyi felt her head was hot and swollen, and she was dizzy and her forehead was covered in fine sweat.

"Come on, you check me too!"

"ah!?"

"No way? Then all that reading would have been for nothing!"

"I—" Su Hongyi felt a little wronged, but she had no choice but to obediently kneel down and recall the techniques described in the book.

"You remember now? Let's check!"

"Um--

'

Su Hongyi raised her eyes, her innocent eyes seeming to ask, "Is this right?"

Yang Zhengdao smiled and nodded, his hand gently resting on Su Hongyi's hair, stroking her dark hair as a sign of encouragement.

"Am I in good health? Although I worked hard last night, it didn't affect my work today!"

"Um----"

"Just report what happened to Cui Jiulang today truthfully!"

"Um----"

"Later, I will finish writing the first volume, and tomorrow you will send it to the palace as well."

"Um----"

Yang Zhengdao was very satisfied. Now, no matter what he asked Su Hongyi to do, she would only respond with an "uh-huh".

He liked Su Hongyi's obedient and well-behaved manner as a female investigator.

A moment later, the inspection was over.

Su Hongyi coughed several times in a row.

This was her first attempt, and she had little experience. She could only follow the book carefully, paying close attention to the wording, and trying to make up for her shortcomings through diligence.

So she held her breath and focused intently, which is why she accidentally choked.

Before she could even catch her breath, she heard Dalang's new instructions.

"The woman in red, bends down to grind the ink!"

"Hmm————" Su Hongyi had no choice but to obey and bend down to begin grinding the ink.

This bending over perfectly showcases her slender waist and graceful figure.

Yang Zhengdao could only sigh, "The presence of a beautiful woman adding fragrance to one's life is truly wonderful."

But today, Su Hongyi is finding it a bit difficult and slow to grind the ink.

She felt somewhat powerless.

And with a tremor of his hand, he dropped the ink stick to the ground.

"Red-clothed, bend down and pick it up!"

"Hmm————" Su Hongyi had no choice but to obediently bend down and pick up the ink stick on the ground.

This bend reveals her straight legs and graceful figure.

Yang Zhengdao shook his head helplessly. Although he was clumsy and inexperienced, he was obedient.

After another two quarters of an hour, the ink was finally ground.

Yang Zhengdao breathed a sigh of relief, tidied himself up a bit, sat down at the desk, spread out the paper, picked up the pen, and then noticed that the desk was a little wet.

He glanced at Su Hongyi, who immediately buried her head in her chest.

Su Hongyi dared not look; she was mortified.

That was spilled accidentally when she was grinding the ink.

Yang Zhengdao sighed helplessly. It was all because Hongyi had been grinding ink for too long; the storyline he had originally conceived was now a bit messed up.

He casually wiped the water stains off the table and composed himself.

Having received this reward of a thousand strings of cash, I naturally had to write a remarkable piece comparable to "Springtime with the Curtain Screen".

Since "Spring Behind the Curtain" is the favorite of the men of the Tang Dynasty, this time I will write about the treasures of the women of the Tang Dynasty.

Since the Shandong gentry felt that "The Spring of the Curtain Screen" was damaging the reputation of the four major families of Cui, Lu, Zheng and Wang, then this time they would write about the old stories of the Southern Dynasties, so as not to fail Cui Jiulang's trust of a thousand strings of cash.

The story begins in Jinling City, and it still revolves around the entangled feelings between the cousins.

Of course, the ending is inevitably tragic, and the principle of not marrying close relatives cannot be changed.

Otherwise, Li Er might really suspect that he had been bribed with a reward of a thousand strings of cash.

Su Hongyi tidied her black hair that had fallen from her temples, her face still flushed.

She couldn't help but twist her legs, feeling a little uncomfortable that she was suddenly wearing less than a pair of shorts under her trousers.

She didn't know where Dalang had hidden, and she was too embarrassed to ask.

Ah, Dalang looks so handsome when he's seriously thinking things through.

She rested her chin on her hand, unable to stop thinking, and her cheeks suddenly felt hot again.

Only when she saw Dalang begin to write did she quickly gather her thoughts and prepare to copy it.

Three words were already written on the mulberry paper on the table: "The Story of the Stone".

Compared to the melodramatic plot of Yuan Zhen's "The Story of Yingying," Yang Zhengdao felt that with his superficial understanding of the masterpiece "Dream of the Red Chamber," he could easily surpass it if he transplanted it to the Tang Dynasty.

Nothing more than the crushing force of the times.

Then, he wrote with divine inspiration.

Since it's just a repost, and it's a voluminous classic adapted into a Tang Dynasty legend, it's only necessary to give a brief overview and focus on the classic scenes.

In the city of Jinling, there lived a family surnamed Xiao, a branch of the Lanling Xiao clan.

The head of the family, Xiao Hai, rose to the position of Imperial Censor and was later transferred to Yangzhou as Prefectural Governor.

His wife, Wang Min, was a noblewoman from the Langya Wang clan.

The couple were both over fifty years old and had only one daughter, named Daiyu.

Daiyu was intelligent from a young age, with beautiful features. She could recite poems at the age of five and was proficient in music at the age of seven.

Xiao Hai and his wife loved their daughter dearly, but unfortunately, she was born weak. When she was three years old, a wandering monk came to their door and said he wanted to take her away to become a nun, but Xiao Hai naturally refused.

The monk sighed and said, "Since you cannot bear to part with her, you must do two things to live out your life in peace. First, do not let her hear your cries;

Secondly, do not let her fall in love with the men of the Wang family.

At the time, I thought it was just crazy talk, but who knew it would come true.

When Daiyu was six years old, her mother, Wang, passed away.

Overwhelmed with grief, Xiao Hai also thought of his daughter's loneliness and lack of care, so he entrusted Wang Yucun, Daiyu's tutor, to send her to her maternal grandmother in Jinling.