[Chapter Word Count:3436 Last Updated:2014-09-2518:00:00.0]

When the shout of renewal sounded, a wicked smile flowed from the corner of Xiao Letian's mouth. The reaction of these readers outside the door was a bit unexpected, but it was quite acceptable. Xiao Letian is very confident in his books, he knows that there are only a few ways for the ancients to entertain, and he doesn't know what the concept of information explosion is.

Today's literati, in addition to reading the books of sages and sages, are boring when they hold a book of "The Legend of the West Chamber" and "The Golden Plum Bottle". In addition to the rich people's lives are a little more colorful, in fact, the spiritual life of most low-level literati is very empty, and there are so many books back and forth, and I have long been tired of reading them after reading them over and over again.

Now Xiao Lotian has given them a new choice, and they are using a very novel mode to disseminate, that is, serialization. I don't want to be so stupid that I want to use this kind of humorous and knowledgeable chapter back novel, hook your hearts in the form of serialization, don't look at the fierceness you scold, when the time comes out for a new chapter, you have to be the most powerful to rob.

Lewis listened to the roar outside, and suddenly laughed, "I don't know if your prophecy about the president is accurate, but I know that your prophecy about becoming a Western Grandmaster is likely to come true." I've read your book, it's wonderful...... But I have a personal request, can I avoid some of the things in our American history?"

Xiao Letian laughed when he heard this, okay, this is starting to be embarrassing? Killing Indians and enslaving blacks is that disgraceful thing I'm afraid I'll shake out? Hehe, this is not easy to do, there is no benefit in these years, who cares if you can't get by with face.

Lewis understood as soon as he saw Xiao Letian's evil smile, this matter is negotiable, but if you want to rely on your mouth, then you still have to speak in the interests of others.

"Let's talk about this later, on the one hand, I haven't written about the War of Independence, so I want to wait for your domestic intelligence feedback back, and I may not be able to write about your American affairs, don't be in a hurry......"

At this time, the roar outside the Fan Mansion was even louder than just now, these scholars were so smart that they bribed the Fan family's concierge with money, and when they learned that Xiao Letian lived in the Fan Mansion and didn't go out at all today, their roar became even hotter.

"Update...... Update...... Update...... We want to see Mr. Shaw......"

The score has been placed so far, and it is almost over, Fan Yao's housekeeper stood outside the study and said with low eyebrows, "Sir, you should show your face, if you don't go out, these scholars will probably smash our gatehouse......"

"Slam the door? I think they dare! Butler, go and tell them, do they want to scold me or fight? If you want to study, do you have such a method of persecution? And say that you are a scholar, and you don't know any etiquette! What about the post? What about the invitation? What kind of ability is it to block my door? You go and tell them, when do you understand what you are wrong, and I will see them......" After speaking, Xiao Lotian slammed the door of the study, and then practiced speaking with Lewis.

The housekeeper patted his thigh and said that Mr. Xiao is really angry, there are seventy or eighty scholars outside, and there are all talented people, you don't see it, and let me scold others?

But looking back and thinking about it, I'm afraid of a fart, didn't I hear those literati call Mr. Xiao, this is already putting myself in a low position, I scolded Mr. for two sentences, they still dare to bite me!

The butler took a few deep breaths and strode out.

The door of the Fan family finally opened, and the housekeeper walked out with a stern face, "What are you shouting about?" Quiet, quiet, Mr. Xiao has something for me to convey.

"You came to the door so murderously, do you want to start a scolding war or do it directly? What did Mr. Xiao offend you and make you so excited?"

As soon as the housekeeper opened his mouth, everyone present was stunned, and everyone looked left and right and thought yes, I originally wanted to come to the door to ask for advice, why is it that a group of people are blocking the door of the house now. At this time, a young noble man stepped forward and arched his hand, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm reckless, please tell Mr. Xiao that we are not here to make trouble, we just want to meet Mr. and listen to Mr.'s teachings, so my wish is enough......"

At this time, another young man beside him spoke, "Butler, this is the Hanlin editor Luo Hao Luo Zichang, under the military aircraft walking chapter, Wen Xiu Wen Shida, and everyone behind him are also famous literati and ink writers in the Beijing Division, today I implore you to see Mr. Xiao, and I hope that the housekeeper will do it on ......your behalf." After speaking, a small silver horn was found and stuffed into the butler's hand.

After all, Fan's Mansion is a merchant's family, and the housekeepers are all friends in the old man's business on weekdays, but he really didn't expect that the dignified officials would reward him, and he was scared to beat him down with a thousand, and he didn't dare to ask for a reward.

"The villain thanked the official for his reward, but Mr. Xiao still has something to say. If you don't come to the door to quarrel, then please take out a prayer note or invitation...... Mr. Xiao also said...... He also said...... "The old butler's face turned red."

Hanlin Luo Hao said with a smile on the side, "It's okay, even if Mr. scolds us, it is our blessing, the housekeeper doesn't have to hesitate......"

The old butler hurriedly bowed his head, "Mr. also said, you are all reading the books of sages, and this ritual is not worth it...... You have been blocking the door and shouting for a long time, and the gentleman's face can't get by!" Speaking of this, the old housekeeper also let go and said in a low voice, "Uncle, you should write an invitation, I look at the gentleman, which means that I want you to have a treat......"

"Oh! What a big deal should I do, confused...... "Military Aircraft Zhang Jingwenxiu smiled bitterly and slapped his thigh, "Blame us for being too anxious, I will arrange a banquet for Mr. Xiao in Baihualou tonight." Brother Luo, your handwriting is the most beautiful, this invitation will get rid of your writing......"

Just do it, the porter has pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Hanlin writes it himself, Zhang Jing pours water and grinds it, and after a while, a respectful invitation is handed to the housekeeper, and the housekeeper hurriedly runs to the inner house with the invitation.

The invitation of the ancients didn't say that they would arrange a banquet after the post, and they had to wait for the invited person to respond before they could prepare, so Xiao Lotian didn't nod, they really didn't dare to leave. But after a quarter of an hour's effort, the butler came out with a smile, "Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Invitation has been rewarded, and it will definitely arrive tonight!"

With a bang, people are considered to have a heart on the ground, and these people who came today are all fans of "Westward Journey", and they are excited one by one, and they have gone home to recharge their energy and wait to see their idols tonight.

Tonight, Xiao Letian, the author of "Westward Journey", is going to Baihualou to attend the meeting, and the news has flown all over the city like wings, but all the literati who can get along with Luo Hao and Wen Xiu have come to the door in person or send someone to ask, and everyone wants an invitation.

The two of them are really scratching their heads, no matter how big Baihualou is, it can't fit the literati in Beijing, so they can only choose familiar and famous people to go to the meeting, as for the others, they can really only say sorry.

In the evening, the sky has just darkened, the Baihualou located in the depths of the Bada Hutong has been lit early, the big teapots are desperately busy, and the gold and jade treasures at the bottom of the box are put out under the command of the old bustard, and even the porcelain in the building has been replaced with brand new.

Since ancient times, China has paid attention to talented people with beautiful women, and the bustards and girls heard that Mr. Xiao, who was moving from Qiwen to Jinghua, was going to come to the banquet, and many of the top literati in Sijiu City were going to come to the banquet, which made them excited and declined.

The girls began to dress up in the afternoon, and the powder on their faces was one layer on the left and one layer on the right, and the carmine was no different from the monkey's buttocks. Of course, the top girls are not so cheesy, they just apply thin powder, but one by one they have taken out all the foreign perfumes that have been treasured for a long time.

"Mr. Xiao, who grew up in the West, doesn't get some foreign goods to decorate it......, and still wants to get into his eyes?

More and more people are coming, today Luo Hanlin and Wen Zhangjing came to a big charter venue, Baihualou hung out the sign of the charter early on, the old bustard greeted every distinguished guest at the door with heavy makeup, and the old bustard girls in other buildings were going crazy with provocative eyes.

Time passed minute by minute, the sky was getting darker and darker, the red lanterns in the eight alleys had all been lit, and the incense here had merged into a river, drunk groups of heroes and heroes, literati and rioters.

When the foreigner's clock rang at seven o'clock, suddenly there was a crisp sound of horses' hooves at the mouth of the alley, followed by the clatter of wheels crushing the stone road, and suddenly an exclamation came from afar, and it became louder and louder. When the people of Baihualou saw it clearly, the old bustard almost didn't die of shock.

"Ghost ...... The ghost pulls the cart, ah......" The big teapot next to her quickly helped her. The old bustard was not mistaken, this is really a ghost cart in the mouth of the Pekingese, and it is actually an English-style four-wheeled carriage, which is the kind with a black carriage, and two bright gas lamps are hung on the left and right of the coachman, which is much brighter than the lanterns of the Qing Dynasty.

The driver was a Kunlun slave, whose dark face was almost invisible at night, and if it weren't for the white shirt collar and cuffs that could still be distinguished, people would still have to think about the unmanned car.

This is a single-horse car, because the design is reasonable and the materials are the top parts of Europe, so it runs light and fast, and the handrails, windows and subtle corners have shiny metal fittings, even the Chinese who do not know how to do it can see that this car is much more high-end than the black car of the Qing Dynasty.

The bell rang all the way, and the tall Arabian horse soon rushed to the door of Baihualou, and in front of the stunned crowd, the carriage door was opened and jumped out of another black man, it was Xiao Letian's old friend Black Simon, who was still carrying a tripod and the camera on his shoulder.

The black, shiny cowhide boots stretched out, the iron soles clattered against the stone slabs, and then a little white face with oily hair came out of the carriage.

"Oh my God!" the old bustard's eyes were so dark that he fainted. Not only her, but even the literati waiting at the door exclaimed, "Two devils...... What a second devil!"

Xiao Lotian was dressed in a well-fitting black suit, a pure white shirt with a small bow tie, and a British-style cane in his hand. The most eye-catching thing is his hair, and I don't know how much wax he has put on, the classic small split head has become a popular big back head in Europe and the United States, and the oil is so slippery that even flies will slip on it.

This is the fourth year of Tongzhi, foreigners have just poured into the Chinese mainland, and the people are still in the imagination stage of foreign devils, and even the old man and old lady will use red hair and blue eyes to bend their noses, and steal children to eat at night This absurd rumor to scare the little grandson.

But today, Xiao Letian, who was standing in front of everyone, told everyone in a dazzling way that the clothes of foreign devils are actually quite good-looking, especially on his natural clothes rack.

Suddenly, a flash burst out of a bright light, Xiao Letian's figure was permanently preserved, and at that moment he only had a spoof in his heart: "Historians of later generations, when you see my majestic image of being a wild and domineering person, I don't know how to evaluate it?"