??Chapter 185: 185. Inside Versailles_1
Chapter 185: 185. Inside Versailles_1
Imperial City.
Wanhe Garden.
The temperature gradually rose, and so of the heat-sensitive herbs and flowers on the terrace had begun to wilt.
Lun Chuan got up early in the morning and moved them one by one to the shaded area by the wall, hoping to maintain their longevity for a longer ti.
Among them was a pot of crested wheatgrass, which was his favorite.
Since its transplantation last September, its flowers had never once faded. Its tender green leaves, white waxy petals, and yellow flower hearts…
When watered, they would blushingly close up, and if the flowers were picked, they would not change for a year and a half without any special treatnt.
But at the mont, with the temperature occasionally soaring to twenty-five degrees, its condition was already not good.
When Yun Feng ca over, Lun Chuan was holding pruning shears, snipping all the flower stems into a small woven bamboo basket and placing the orchids on the tea table beside him.
Yun Feng sat there, looking at the still tender flowers and couldn’t help but look at him with concern:
“Aren’t you the one who cherishes your flowers and plants the most? How co you’ve pruned them all at once?”
The entire pot was trimd bare.
Lun Chuan answered lightly, “The flowers can’t stand the high temperatures.”
He then asked, “Would you like tea or honey water?”
What an odd question!
Yun Feng laughed, “I’m a grown man and not sobering up, why would I drink honey water? Just tea, tea is fine.”
Lun Chuan humd in response, now opening the refrigerator.
For so reason, Yun Feng always felt that he didn’t seem happy.
But on second thought, that shouldn’t be the case!
He seed quite stable when they chatted a couple of days ago, so why the sudden unhappiness?
As he pondered, the sound of running water could be heard.
He sniffed, “This tea slls so good!”
Lun Chuan was pouring the tea and humd in response, “It was a gift.”
He wore a light gray ho suit, a pure cotton and soft pullover that hung loosely on his body, and the sleeves were slightly rolled up, revealing lean and strong forearms.
Because of the long absence of sunlight, the inside of his wrist was a cold white, and the blue veins could be faintly seen.
From this angle, he looked flawless and could even be called handso, with a particular scholarly air exuding from him.
But…
As he approached the sofa while holding the tea cup, the faint scars lurking at his temples and cheekbones, trailing down his ears to his neck, made him seem like a flawed piece of white jade, all the more heart-wrenching.
Thinking this, Yun Feng sighed quietly to himself.
In the past, Lun Chuan never entertained guests at ho. Whenever they t, it was either in a nearby restaurant or a street food stall in the alleys.
But ever since he was nearly disfigured, he probably hadn’t left the residential area at all, right?
He was still in the recovery phase, and even going out to eat was a hassle. So when Yun Feng wanted to et and chat, Lun Chuan uncharacteristically gave him his ho address.
Looking around the room now—
Clean, simple. Apart from the flowers and plants everywhere, everything was in perfect order, which was relaxing just to look at.
It was just that… for a bachelor’s ho, it also seed too clean.
The tea cup was set down in front of him, and its fragrance wafted over, making him instantly forget the sundry thoughts in his head, as he deeply indulged and said:
“It slls so good!”
Lun Chuan also sat down, at this mont leisurely straightening out the leaves of the bouquet, one by one, piece by piece, with ticulous care.
For a ti, there was silence in the room until Yun Feng rembered halfway through drinking his tea.
“I almost forgot, this is your copyright contract, take a look at it, and if there’s no problem, you can sign it.”
Lun Chuan glanced at the file, then asked, “I didn’t agree to have dinner, did the copyright negotiations go smoothly?”
All he did was offer a price; the rest was left for the website to negotiate, and he didn’t handle it after that.
Yun Feng humd, “You didn’t agree to dinner, and the offer just wouldn’t rise anymore. But the offer they made was fair, so let it be. You, as a golden bachelor, dining casually with soone wouldn’t be appropriate anyway.”
The words were spoken lightly, but it must have been a hair-pulling experience.
He had been writing for ten years, and Yun Feng had been his editor all along. Back then, he was a newcor, and Yun Feng was just starting as a junior editor.
Now, Lun Chuan was a well-known writer with rave reviews, and Yun Feng had beco the editor-in-chief.
Lun Chuan smiled, the small mole on his face becoming more sincere as his features relaxed, “Thank you for your hard work. I’ll send you a pound of tea leaves later and bring two bottles of honey for your family.”
Yun Feng instantly rembered his earlier question about whether to drink tea or honey, “Oh, you’ve got so good stuff at ho!”
“This tea…” he picked up his cup and said in a cautious tone, “must not be cheap, right?”
He had previously accompanied partners and tasted tea worth tens of thousands per pound, which still paled in comparison to this tea. This gift, so to speak, was truly valuable.
“It’s not that exaggerated.”
Lun Chuan’s expression was tender:
“It’s from a friend’s tea garden, only cost price. I’m also planning to give so away in a readers’ draw.”
With that said, Yun Feng didn’t insist any further but then asked:
“So, it’s been half a month since your last book ended, do you have plans for a new one?”
Indeed, that was the real reason for his visit today! The copyright contract was signed, and as soon as the funds were in place, the promotional process could begin again.
It would be a pity not to have a new book to capture this surge of popularity.
In the era of big data, writing also had to seize the opportunities of timing, geographical convenience, and human harmony.
The conversation turned to his main job, and Lun Chuan’s smile deepened:
“I’ve been feeling rather spirited recently and have written a part at ho. Choose a ti, and I’m ready to release it.”
After finishing the tea, he felt refreshed and clear-headed; however, drinking tea in the evening often ant sleepless nights.
He often ended up tossing and turning in bed because of this, having to get up to furiously type words.
Now, just half a month after his last book, he had already saved up a hundred thousand words for the new book. In the past, that would have been impossible!
Yun Feng imdiately got excited, “What’s the the of the new book?”
He went on, unable to contain his curiosity:
“Now all the major websites are imitating your last book, countless ones riding the coattails of its popularity. Too bad for them, they don’t have your writing power, unable to support such a grand and complete world structure and logical chain.”
Lun Chuan wrapped the arranged flower stalks with wire, answering nonchalantly:
“Those who mimic
live, those who resemble
die.”
Of course, this statent was arrogant, but it was actually his self-critique:
“Each of my worlds is interconnected, with too many foreshadowings and deeply buried lines; reading my books requires the use of one’s brain, it’s quite taxing. The beginning isn’t hot enough, and the whole book lacks exciting monts… by the standards of the hot and popular web novels’ golden three chapters nowadays, it would probably be difficult even to get a contract.”
However, it was labeled as “Arican TV series pace,” so selling the film and TV rights was a bit simpler.
Yun Feng couldn’t help but laugh and cry, “To your own people, you’re still bragging, Versailles style!”
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