Mu Zhichun, who was inexplicably tortured by Yue Qiong, was so angry that he wanted to tear out his throat and shout that he was wronged, so wronged that it would make June snow fall, but he couldn't tell the concubines who were dissatisfied with him. In fact, everything written in Yue Qiong's little yellow book, including the perfect figure, physical strength, love and affection, and the single-minded Mr. Peng, could not exist in the world at all!Yue Qiong also released the news about the country of men. Even if she tried to trick men from other countries, she would not be able to get a wife!

But for the sake of his face, Mu Zhichun could not say anything to anyone. He could only silently swallow his heart's content, go back to find his first wife Lan Yunyi, who had never disliked him, and accuse Yue Qiong of his ulterior motives and despicable hatefulness...

But he didn't know that Lan Yunyi's heart was no longer with him. She didn't care at all whether he was suffering or unjust in his heart. As Yue Qiong's accomplice, she just thought she was listening to a play, and she listened with relish and was dripping with joy.

Lan Yunyi turned to the illustration page in the book and found that the illustrations on it were no longer high-risk moves that no one could do, but improved and less dangerous versions. She couldn't help but sigh.

"It finally makes sense..." Otherwise, she would have always thought that Yue Qiong was bent on exploring the limits of the human body.

The palace servant who was serving her came closer, holding a tray with new books on it that had just been bought by people outside the palace who queued up late at night.

"Mother, there are new goods."

"Oh?" Lan Yunyi's beautiful eyes flickered, happily looking at the latest episode of Little Porn Book, which might make Mu Zhichun vomit three liters of blood, and another good thing newly released by another writer.

She took the above-mentioned book and printed it on good paper. Each picture in it was a hand-drawn colorful and fragrant picture. In her heart, she recognized Yue Qiong's painting skills, but she also expected that this book

She happily ordered, "If the emperor shows up at Zisu Palace again tonight, it will be said that I am ill."

"Yes."

When the little yellow book and the atlas were selling well in the Xiyuan Kingdom, in the literary mansion of the Man's Kingdom, a money-grabbing couple was sitting together in front of the book desk and diligently writing.

Wen Jin stretched out his hand and pointed at the word that his beloved wife had just finished writing under her pen.

"That's the wrong word."

"Can you please stop being picky?" Yue Qiong was at a loss for this man who cared about everything as long as it was related to business. He could only put down his pen and get the scissors, and cut out a small piece of spare paper again, waiting to paste out the typos.

He handed the paste to her and said, "You can't mislead others."

"Writing this kind of book will mislead people, okay?" She skillfully cut the paper and dipped it in paste, and angrily pasted it on the typo.

"We must have business ethics in doing business." Wen Jin flicked her forehead with his finger and told her the same old tune again.

She rolled her eyes, "I know, I know..."

Wen Jin knew her too well, and Yue Qiong's temperament was that of a standard repeat offender and would never change, so he simply decided to take this opportunity to tell her clearly the shortcomings in her writing of the book. He pointed at the part she had just completed and asked her to review it.

"I told you, don't write about such difficult postures anymore. Write something more ordinary or more popular." According to his second brother Wenli, he has recently purchased a lot of sprain ointments in the drug store. It seems that the number of people who follow the movements in the book and challenge them has increased recently.

"Popular?" Yue Qiong, who was already impatient, was annoyed by his nagging, "Write it and see." If he is so professional, then let him write it.

Wen Jin glanced at her lightly and did not give her a chance to be arrogant. He immediately took a new pen and paper and wrote a long paragraph for her to read.

The piece of paper with still wet ink was snatched away by Yue Qiong. After looking at it quickly, she couldn't help but frown at him.

"Husband, you are too old-fashioned!" I am not a novice at wedding night, why do I use this standard posture?Can't he have a little imagination?At any rate, he also participated in the creation of several books.

"I'm being pragmatic." Old-fashioned people are old-fashioned, at least their lives are guaranteed.

Yue Qiong returned his masterpiece to him with a look of disgust on his face, "How can such a thing with no selling point be sold?"

"It's better than unrealistic."

"What is unrealistic about what I wrote?" He was the one who had the most opinions.

Wen Jin cleared his throat and carefully educated her on the correct concepts.

"First of all, being a man every night is definitely not a man's dream, it is a woman's delusion." He didn't want to cause a bunch of men to die for the so-called male glory.

"Tsk."

"Secondly, being big, long and thick can't be achieved through practice. It depends on whether the ancestors have accumulated good deeds, understand?" Does she think that kind of equipment is something every man is born with?That's called weird, that's the direction most men yearn for.

"Understood..."

He continued to destroy her abnormal view, "Moreover, the man in bed must be as good-looking as Pan An, a strong man and strong in physical strength? Do you think you can pick and choose when you go to the vegetable market to buy pork? How can there be such a thing as pre-inspection? If this is really the case, won't there be a lot of men in the world who can't find wives?"

"Mr., you hit me..." Now she had no enthusiasm for creation.

Wen Jin patted her shoulder comfortingly, "Be good, you have to know how to find your way back when you've gone astray. Wife, you're on a crooked path. Please turn back as soon as possible."

"Are you holding a grudge?"

"Huh?"

She put her hands on her hips and asked, "I said it wasn't my fault that you twisted your waist last night. How long are you going to hold onto your grudge?"

"Last night was obviously your fault." He rejected the article she just wrote while rejecting the responsibility. "In short, this posture must not be written down. It must be changed."

"I just don't believe it..." Yue Qiong grinded her teeth again and again, and finally dragged him by the arm, "Come here, let's try it on the bed again!"

Wen Jin, who didn't struggle, let her drag him towards the bed, but Yue Qiong didn't notice that there was a faint smile of success on his lips.

Recently, due to the growing business of the bookstore, Wenli, who was overwhelmed by orders from various countries, stepped into the courtyard and saw Uncle Wen who had been sent to invite people, but had been standing outside the door in a daze.

"Where are brother and the others?" Why are they standing outside?He was still waiting to discuss it with the couple.

"We are..." Wen Bo paused and chose a rather subtle word, "creating literature."

"..." Could it be that after writing this, I accidentally wrote it on the bed?

The two of them looked at each other helplessly, and then Wenli walked around to the back of the courtyard in a familiar way, only to find that someone had already arrived to grab a good seat.

Bogrand and Hai Dongqing waved to Wen Li as a greeting, while Wen Qing, who was also here on official business but could not get in, kindly moved an eavesdropping position for him.

Four people squatted under the window, their ears raised in a professional manner, and they listened to the corner.

"I told you that this position is uncomfortable. Do you believe it now?"

"That's because your waist and legs are not strong enough to hold me up. I told you to train your body a long time ago but you just didn't do it. How dare you blame me?"

"I really want to train myself into a strong body like you said, and I'm really going to lose my mind!"

"It's a joke, I can listen to your words and practice the rough waves, but you can't just obey my wishes and practice the meat?"

"Madam, don't go round and round again. Don't ride on me. Get off me quickly!"

"No, I will be pressed down by you again when I come down."

"What's wrong with pressing you?"

"Of course it's not right. It didn't take much effort for you to hold me down, but I can't breathe if you hold me down!"

Everyone who was no longer Wu Xia Amen squatting outside sighed.

"Shameless." Bogrand had already become insensitive.

"The lower limit." Hai Dongqing was not surprised at all that this would happen if they were locked in a room together.

"Is it right to stimulate us like this every day?" Wen Li clutched his hair in a state of collapse.

Wen Qing, who had stronger determination, stood up, took the drink that was already a must-have for Wen Mansion all year round from Uncle Wen, and handed it to them bowl after bowl.

"Drink your mung bean soup."

——Complete book

Originally, I didn't plan to capture Yue Qiong in the fourth book, but well, she has been baring her teeth and claws for so long...