"Brother Pei! Brother Pei!"
Two mornings later, just as Pei Shaoqing was heading out with Xie Qingwu, Ye Hanshuang, and the others to pray at Qi Yun Temple, Zhou Rui came running up to them, shouting.
"What's wrong, Brother Zhou? I don't see a tiger chasing you," Pei Shaoqing asked curiously.
Zhou Rui wasn't a martial artist, so he stopped, panting for breath. Once he recovered a little, he thrust a slim book into Pei Shaoqing's hands. "Take a look at this."
Pei Shaoqing's eyes were immediately drawn to the cover.
*Secrets of the Officials' Sons*!
As he flipped it open, his expression became utterly priceless.
It described an encounter between Zhou Rui and Tang Zhi at a poetry gathering that led to a drunken, debaucherous affair. Though the story wasn't long, it was written in vivid detail.
"I can't believe you got this story published so fast, Brother Zhou!" Pei Shaoqing had only been shooting his mouth off before; he never thought Zhou Rui would actually do it.
