"Are you looking at this?"
Hearing her say that, Han Mo couldn't help but smile as he took the manuscript from her hand.
"How come I've never heard this story before?"
Although Han Mo had taken the item away, Zhe Yourong couldn't help but pout and ask.
"Why bother asking so much? Just tell me what you think of this story?"
Han Mo asked with a smile.
"It's a good story, but that monk is too much. If I knew where that monk lived, I'd skin him alive!"
As Zhe Yourong said this, she couldn't help but clench her delicate fists.
"That's the exact feeling I want! What do you think if I break it down into a few song lyrics?"
Seeing Zhe Yourong's gritted teeth, Han Mo suddenly asked.
"Song lyrics? Isn't this a storybook?"
Hearing this, Zhe Yourong's brow clearly furrowed.
"Extract a few passages for those courtesans to sing, and this thing will definitely be a sensation in Bianliang City within days!"
"It sounds interesting, but why did you put so much effort into writing this? Are you planning to sing with the courtesans?"
Hearing Han Mo's words, Zhe Yourong quickly snatched the manuscript back from his hand and looked at him vigilantly.
"You don't need to worry about that. I have my own plans, and heaven's secrets cannot be revealed. Someone will come knocking with a lot of money! Alright, you should sleep now. I have to stay up tonight and write the rest of the story. This is all money!"
Han Mo said this while stifling a yawn.
"Then I'll stay up with you!"
Hearing Han Mo say that, Zhe Yourong became interested.
"Does this count as 'red sleeves adding fragrance'?"
Han Mo said this as he reached out and pinched Zhe Yourong's face.
"Annoying! You said earlier that someone would bring money to our door?"
Zhe Yourong flicked away his intrusive hand impatiently, but when it came to the matter of money, she couldn't help but lean closer and ask.
"Didn't I say? Heaven's secrets cannot be revealed! If I tell you now, it won't work!"
After smiling mysteriously, Han Mo decisively chose to keep her in suspense.
"If you don't tell me, you don't tell me! Hmph!"
Zhe Yourong frowned and directly focused her attention on the inkstone.
"My dear lady, please be gentler! This is excellent Li ink! It even has Li Tinggui's signature on it!"
Han Mo said this while shaking his head with a wry smile.
"It's just a piece of ink, what's the big deal!"
Fortunately, hearing him say that, although Zhe Yourong's words were still sharp, she didn't torment the ink anymore. Instead, she moved closer to him, waiting to see him write further.
After a brief recall of the contents in his mind, he began to write with fervor.
For the entire night, apart from brief exchanges of glances, the two of them were each content, one watching and the other writing.
It wasn't until the sky began to lighten that Han Mo finally got up with satisfaction and stretched.
"Why did you stop writing when it was getting so exciting?"
Zhe Yourong asked Han Mo with some dissatisfaction.
"It's enough to stop here. We'll have to see if that sucker is willing to part with his money!"
Han Mo chuckled sinisterly and then got up to organize the manuscript he had just written.
"Money? Will anyone really pay for this?"
Zhe Yourong looked at Han Mo with some doubt.
"Someone? Just you wait and see. If I don't get at least two million guan, it won't be worth my all-night labor!"
"Two million guan? Are you kidding me!"
Zhe Yourong's eyes widened.
"What? Shall we make a bet?"
Han Mo let out a wicked chuckle and then stole a glance at the fair skin of Zhe Yourong's chest.
"A bet is a bet. If you lose, you have to write a few more of these good stories for me! I'll read them all by myself!"
Zhe Yourong said this while twitching her nose.
"And what if I win?"
"If you win, then you can do whatever you want!"
Zhe Yourong said without hesitation.
Although she had read the manuscript and was indeed engrossed in it, she absolutely refused to believe that it was worth two million guan.
"Then it's a deal!"
Han Mo smiled and then triumphantly extended his right hand.
"It's a deal!"
Zhe Yourong also extended her left hand without hesitation and gave him three claps.
"Where are you going?"
Seeing Han Mo take off his clothes immediately after clapping, Zhe Yourong quickly asked.
"Of course, to sleep. The sky has just brightened, I can't go out and demand money right now, can I?"
Han Mo gave her a blank look and then crawled into the covers himself.
Seeing his lazy demeanor, Zhe Yourong's teeth itched with annoyance.
However, considering that he had stayed up all night, she didn't say anything more. Instead, she turned and sat in the spot where Han Mo had been sitting, picked up the manuscript Han Mo had written last night, and began to read it carefully again.
Exhausted from the whole night's work, Han Mo truly felt a sense of mental and physical exhaustion. He didn't even have time to say more to Zhe Yourong before falling into a deep sleep.
When he finally woke up, it was already past noon.
"Brother Mo, you're awake!"
Hearing the rustling of clothes from the room, Chun Tao walked in with a smile.
"Where's your sister Zhe?"
Han Mo asked, stifling a yawn.
"Just now, Manager Zhe came and called her away. She said there was something to attend to!"
"Can't I even have a moment's peace after staying up all night? Forget it, is there anything to eat?"
Han Mo asked casually, still yawning.
"When Sister left, she instructed someone to cook a pot of chicken soup for you. It's simmering on the stove outside!"
Chun Tao's eyes curved into crescent moons as she spoke.
"Why are you always smiling at me? Is there something wrong with my face?"
Seeing the girl's unusual behavior, Han Mo immediately felt that something was not quite right.
"You should look for yourself!"
Chun Tao said this as she brought a bronze mirror from the side.
Although this item couldn't compare to the silver mirrors of later generations, Han Mo easily saw a little dog and two little chicks drawn on his face...
Needless to say, this must have been Zhe Yourong's doing.
"How old are you, still playing these childish games!"
Even with Han Mo's thick skin, his face turned red at this moment.
However, he quickly cleared his throat, pretended to be calm, and scooped some water from the wooden basin to wash his face.
"Hee hee hee!"
Seeing Han Mo's embarrassed expression, Chun Tao couldn't help but let out a series of giggles.
"Don't laugh!"
"Hee hee hee!"
"Second Brother, I heard you're going to see Miss Shishi later. Can you take me with you?"
Before Han Mo could even finish washing his face, Han Yan happily hopped in.
"How did you know I was going to see her?"