I write novels in Liyue

Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun rubbed his forehead, speechless, and said, "Wait, using shredded paper to block someone else's door lock... weren't those two treasure-stealing gangs arrested more than ten days ago?"

"how do you know?"

The True Lord of Shaving the Moon and Building the Sun was taken aback.

"Because they most likely blocked Fang Qiu's door lock..."

"It is said by the True Lord Liuyun Borrowing the Wind."

That day, when she helped Fang Qiu unlock the door, what blocked the keyhole was a pile of shredded paper.

And it was completely stuffed.

Of course, it's also possible that the paper was stuffed in so tightly because Fang Qiu inserted the key and pushed the shredded paper in.

In other words.

Those two groups of thieves were the culprits who made me wait outside all night...

But the problem is, they've been arrested now.

Who will buy the books for me?

"Just line up yourself."

Lord Lishui Dieshan sighed.

So the three immortals went downstairs together and started queuing.

Looking at the long queue, Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun frowned.

By the time it's their turn in this queue, it will probably be noon.

After hesitating for a while, she decided to go to the publishing house to pick up Fang Qiu's sample book.

If you're going to retrieve Fang Qiu's book, then you should change your appearance.

Then, the iridescent color in her eyes quickly faded, replaced by a bright crimson.

Just as she was about to turn and leave the line, a hand patted her on the shoulder.

"Fang Qiu, are you here to buy books?"

Her voice was gentle.

"Ok?"

When Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun turned his head to look, he saw a woman with a gentle appearance, wearing a purple cheongsam, standing behind him, looking at him with a smile.

is her?

She remembered this person.

She seems to be the proprietress of the tavern that the Emperor frequents.

Previously, when she passed by disguised as Shen He, she looked at her with a sorrowful expression for some reason...

“Scarlet eyes, Fang Qiu, it really is you. It’s rare that you would come to buy a book on the day of its release. I thought it was Miss Shen He.”

The tavern owner exclaimed with delight, "What book do you want to buy? Just tell me, I have a way to get it for you."

Can you help me get it?

After a moment's thought, Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun decided to simply inform Fang Qiu later and then spoke:

"I want to buy 'Angel Beats'."

"Angel's Heartbeat? Isn't that your own book?"

The tavern owner was taken aback and asked, "Why are you buying your own book? Never mind, that's not important. Come with me, I'll get you a copy from the shop."

Thank you.

"It is said by the True Lord Liuyun Borrowing the Wind."

Following the tavern owner into the tavern, Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun soon saw the Emperor sitting by the window.

He was holding a cup of tea, sipping it while reading a book.

The book I was reading was Fang Qiu's "The Heartbeat of an Angel".

Upon sensing her gaze, the Emperor turned his head, smiled faintly at her, and continued reading his book.

"Here, take it."

Soon, the tavern owner handed a brand-new copy of "The Heartbeat of an Angel" to Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun.

Thank you.

Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun nodded and accepted the book.

"Fang Qiu, it's so hot, would you like a drink?"

"The tavern owner asked."

"A glass of Osmanthus Wine, please."

"It is said by the True Lord Liuyun Borrowing the Wind."

"Osmanthus wine? Are you sure?"

The tavern owner was taken aback.

Is there a problem?

"The True Lord of Liuyun Borrowing the Wind said calmly."

The tavern proprietress glanced at Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun's eyes, and after confirming that they were crimson and indeed belonged to Fang Qiu, she turned back to the counter and brought Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun a cup of osmanthus wine.

"It tastes good."

Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun picked up his wine cup, drank it all in one gulp, and said while savoring the aroma of the wine, "Here is the money for the books and the wine. I'm going home to read now."

"Uh... okay."

The tavern owner stared blankly for a long time as Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun, who looked completely sober, turned around and walked out of the tavern.

Isn't Fang Qiu supposed to be a lightweight?

When did you become such a heavy drinker?

Moreover, Fang Qiu seems a bit different today than usual...

There's a cold feeling about it?

And, going home to read books?

Wasn't that book written by her?

With her questioning, Lord Liuyun Borrowed Wind walked away.

As soon as she left the tavern, her scarlet eyes instantly turned rainbow-colored. She made two copies of the book in her hand, handed the copies to the other two immortals, and then turned and walked towards Fang Qiu's house.

……

At this moment, in the Qianyan Army prison.

"Let us out! Please, let us out!"

The skinny man looked terrified, pounding on the iron bars and shouting repeatedly from behind them.

He had just learned about it from two guards who were chatting about Fang Qiu's new book.

Today is the book release day.

Moreover, this time there is Fang Qiu's new book.

Those three masters had cast a curse on themselves.

If I hadn't been able to buy Fang Qiu's new book for those three...

The consequences could be disastrous!

They will die!

Thinking of this, he felt extremely distressed.

Fang Qiu, you old scoundrel!

Why are you writing so fast?

"Shut up and stop making noise."

"The guard, Qianyan Jun, coldly shouted."

"Sir, one day is fine, no, no, half a day is fine, if it really doesn't work, an hour is fine too. I'll go out to take care of something and come back to continue my jail time."

Seeing that Qianyan Army was taking care of him, the skinny man quickly said.

"You're back after running errands? Do you think prison is your home? You can come and go as you please? You better behave yourself, or you'll be in for a world of hurt!"

Qianyan Jun sneered, "You treasure-hunting gangs have done all sorts of bad things. It's one thing to rob people on the road and dig up graves, but you even blocked other people's keyholes and got caught. You two are the worst treasure-hunting gangs I've ever seen."

"No, it's just plugging a keyhole, is it really necessary to lock him up for so many days?"

The skinny man wanted to cry but had no tears.

That day, after they were caught by the woman who played with silk threads, they were thrown into jail.

We still haven't been able to get out...

"Want to get out? Dream on. You two have more crimes on your hands than just blocking the keyhole. No, that's not even a crime. You two have several other cases on your hands. Although none of them are major cases, you won't be getting out of here for another ten days or half a month."

That's what Qianyanjun said.

"Please, I only need to go out for half a day to take care of something, otherwise we're doomed."

"It's skinny," the man pleaded.

"Are you going to die? That serious? Tell me, what business do you need to go out on?"

Qianyan Jun's expression changed slightly, and he quickly asked.

Although he didn't have a good impression of this group of treasure thieves, he still had to take it seriously when it came to human lives.

Moreover, judging from the skinny man's anxious expression, he certainly didn't seem to be lying.

"We need to go out and buy Qiu's new book for the three reclusive masters, otherwise they will kill us."