"OK, Gulu has set all the information. Your highness can start to upload the novel content now. I will help your highness observe the website."

Upload content this is much more convenient, Jun porcelain can directly come up with the content in mind, and then Gulu will directly set the typesetting.

At this speed, it's enough to explode all tentacles.

So Jun porcelain will bowl up, while eating while writing the plot.

This time she is writing a novel about the future Empire, using the background of the Empire.

In order to reduce the use of technical terms only available in the imperial period, she had to simplify it.

The plot of the novel is probably the story of a general's illegitimate son who attacks against the stars.

For most of the chapters, Jun porcelain adopts her own imagination, and then adapts some of her former friends' stories of Su Shuang, or adapts them from her own deeds.

Such a cool read, but also very professional interstellar novel, hot to make room for the furnace.

After eating for half an hour, Junci wrote 10000 words.

The title of the book, Jun CI came up with a name more in line with this era, "the history of star empire. Glory.".

Sounds like a lot of crap, doesn't it?

But it's because Jun porcelain wants to make a sequel. How can a Grand Star Empire be narrated in one novel.

Besides, isn't the movie popular now? Is it a second movie?

Jun porcelain has great confidence in herself.

The introduction also randomly selects a sentence as the content introduction. Although this will lack the favor of many readers who like to determine the life and death by the title and introduction of the book, as long as someone reads it, Jun porcelain will never worry about spreading it.

Put down the dishes and chopsticks, Jun porcelain turned over and jumped out of bed directly. His posture was rare and graceful: "Gulu, you can directly upload these 10000 words to me, and I will continue to write later."

"Yes, your highness."

Jun porcelain opened the door and went out directly.

Empty bowl in hand.

Zhang Changming is drinking wine and his family is eating.

Seeing Jun porcelain coming out, I glanced at Jun porcelain with an oblique eye.

"Son of a bitch..."

Zhang Changming scolded.

This is almost equivalent to his saying of Jun porcelain.

Jun porcelain as did not hear.

The dishes and chopsticks were put into the kitchen. As soon as they came out, Zhang Nian, who was beside the table, shrunk her willow eyebrows: "don't you do the dishes? Your hand is broken

It's a bad tone.

Zhang Nian looks average. After all, Zhang Changming and Fu Cuihua are ordinary people. Zhang Nian's daughter is not so good.

The appearance is not good at all, but also makes a mean appearance, which makes people disgusted.

Jun porcelain just condenses eyes to see Zhang Nian.

Zhang Nian suddenly felt a sense of fear in his heart.

So many years, Jun porcelain's face is also reluctant to see the habit.

But now, her eyes are like sharp weapons with sharp blade light, showing great oppression when looking at people.

There is a kind of inexplicable deterrence, coupled with that fierce ghost like face, Zhang Nian instantly felt a shiver in his heart.

A cold sweat floated down his forehead.

This rubbish, rubbish thing, when did the eyes become so terrible?

Zhang Nian wanted to scold her in a shrill voice. However, she found that her voice seemed to be pinched. She could not make a sound. She did not dare to look at Jun porcelain's eyes!

"Bang!"

Suddenly, Zhang Changming lost a bowl.

"You son of a bitch, what kind of eyes are you looking at? What's the matter? Do you still want to hit your sister? You beast

He scolded angrily and got up at the same time. He walked towards Jun porcelain fiercely.

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