The cries of "selling newspapers and selling newspapers ......" sounded punctually in the streets and alleys of Shangjing in the early morning when the sky was just dawning.

Wearing a turquoise post office uniform, carrying a heavy newspaper bag in his hand, he took a breath of white air and warmed his hands that were almost hard in the cold wind, the half-grown boy had just started his work today, he might as well shout and pass through the vermilion gate of a large family, and suddenly the porter who had never asked him to buy a newspaper came over and opened a small crack in the side door, and beckoned to him: "Hey, boy, do you have a soulmate?" ”

"Bosom friend?" Because bosom friends are not subscriptions, but are currently free, there is no conclusion as to which households are distributed to them, and the number is written down by them manually.

And the bosom friend he got from the newspaper office today was a little more than usual—no, no, not more, almost a thick stack, so in response to the doorman's inquiry, the newsboy nodded, reached out and took out one from the newspaper bag and handed it over.

"Just one copy?" The porter asked, frowning.

"Yes. Just one serving. The little newspaper boy nodded and replied, and looked at him very puzzled: Isn't it enough for a newspaper to be a family, not to mention that it is a women's publication, is there still seventeen or eighteen literate women in this family?

"Na, here's a silver dollar, you take it to buy candy to eat......" The porter listened to the instructions from the master for a while, so he laughed, and reluctantly took out a silver dollar and handed it over, "Take ten copies." ”

To say that usually, a silver dollar is enough to buy ten copies, even dozens of copies, but at this moment, the little newsboy swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Sorry sir," he shook his head a little embarrassed, and reluctantly rejected the attractive reward, "The newspaper has ordered that if someone asks for it today, we will give one more for free, but only one more, if I give more, my job will not be saved." ”

He bowed as he spoke, and ran away as soon as he slipped away, leaving the old man helplessly looking at his thin back, and the silver dollar in his hand was a little bleak and helpless in the cold wind.

Behind him, a young man in a horse coat and long shirt walked over and took the newspaper from his hand: "Just one copy, it's better than nothing." ”

As he spoke, he opened the newspaper in his hand directly, and read it carefully as he walked, his face changed, and he was happy and angry.

But when he walked back to the bedroom, the young man's complexion had regained his modesty, and in the red silk tent, the curtains moved slightly, and suddenly a pair of snow-white arms suddenly poked out. Naked, slippery. Greasy, with a kind of affection. The allure of color.

Baoqin, no, she has now regained her name when she was not in the palace, Shi Ya stretched out a slightly tired face from the curtain, and the eyes were blue and black, obviously having a very amorous and gluttonous face last night. She has already opened her face, which is almost completely different from when she was by Qu Ning's side, and she vaguely has the style of a young woman.

"Master ......" she called the young man delicately, and a flattering smile was already on her face, "You are ......"

Immediately, his eyes swept to the newspaper in his hand, and Baoqin was stunned: "This is...... Is that newspaper run by Her Royal Highness the Princess? ”

"Hmm." Kong Jinghao nodded, and pushed the newspaper in his hand to her. In his naked arms, he said, "Look at it." ”

His tone was slightly cold, he no longer had the low enthusiasm when he was in love last night, and his face was a little more rigorous and peaceful: "Get up and talk, eat and sleep, what does it look like?" ”

Shi Ya shrank back, immediately folded the newspaper obediently and put it aside, picked up the small clothes placed next to the pillow and put it on, Bai Huahua's body was □ in front of the young man without fear, but he just didn't squint, and a slight disgust flashed in his eyes.

While Shi Ya was dressing, she felt that her eyes were damp, and she almost took advantage of the opportunity to put on her clothes and secretly wiped away the faint tears on her face, she lowered her head seriously, lowered her eyelashes, picked up the newspaper, and looked at it obediently according to the young man's meaning.

On the front page, two editorials by Kong Jinghao and Feng Siyan are juxtaposed, and at the bottom are brief biographies of their lives, as well as some background information. Underneath them was another article—the one that led to her being kicked out of that master's place.

Shi Ya nodded after reading it: "This is the one that the slave told the master, that's right." ”

"Have you persuaded your master?" The young man asked her gently, but his eyes were cold.

"The slave and maid have persuaded me." has no name and no points, and even the name is a reply to the name and surname when he didn't enter the palace, but he can't be called the Confucian family's Shi family, Shi Ya was at a loss in her heart, and when she called the slave maid, she suddenly felt that the weather was really getting colder day by day.

"How do you persuade you?" Kong Jinghao's tone gradually became a little cold: it was just wood. No wonder if you do something small, you will be seen clearly, and you will be kicked out in the end. I have to ask him to give a password and an action, where did the heat in bed go yesterday? It's not as good as those fans who can serve people, and she can't even do a simple reply at this time, so what's the use of her!

Of course, Shi Ya also noticed his gradually cold mood, the confusion in her heart was almost overflowing, and after thinking about it for a long time, she didn't understand what she had done wrong.

She recounted the conversation she had with the princess that day—it was the third time, she had been tortured once when she was sent, she had been questioned again when she was pampered last night, and it was the third time today.

She tried her best to recall, trying to be good, but the more she recalled Qu Ning's expression and movements that day, the more she could realize the anger and dissatisfaction of her master that day—the more she understood that she couldn't go back.

Kong Jinghao listened to her silently, and finally nodded, stood still in front of the mirror, and glanced at her.

Shi Ya immediately realized, and went over to help him carefully sort out his clothes, Kong Jinghao only then said "um", and lightly ordered: "If you have time, go and visit your master more." ”

Shi Ya lowered her head.

Kong Jinghao stretched out a hand and coldly lifted her chin, forcing her to look at herself: "Do you understand?" ”

The handsome face of the young man in front of him gave people a feeling of emotionlessness.

Shi Ya silently swallowed the sourness that had reached her throat and nodded obediently.

What face does she have to visit her master? When the man sent her, he had already made it clear that she was not a maid beside her, but a gift that Young Marshal Tang didn't know where to buy it. Her identity has been wiped clean, and what has also been erased is the memories of the more than ten years she spent by her master's side.

So she has no identity to go back to visit her......

In Shi Ya's heart, an indescribable despair suddenly rose, an emotion she had never felt a moment ago.

Seeing her nodding, Kong Jinghao turned around and went out.

***

At this time, the sky was just dawning, and Shangjing seemed to have just woken up from sleep.

Kong Jinghao had a newspaper in his hand, and when he got into a rickshaw and arrived at the general meeting of the newspaper association in Beijing, they had just started work.

The Newspaper Association is the body that governs and reviews all kinds of newspapers at present, and its status is similar to that of a certain Scissorhands General Bureau, which was almost "notorious" in later generations.

This institution is a semi-official, semi-private organization, in which the highest officials and most of the co-ordinators are appointed by the royal family and the Parliament, and the rest are filled by the best of the newspapers.

Although the threshold has been relaxed after the limit of self-run newspapers has been relaxed to the point that everyone can run a newspaper, most of the content, if it involves current affairs, still needs to be reviewed by the newspaper association, which has the right of "one-vote veto".

In other words, if a topic such as "defamation of the polity" is involved, the Press Association can unilaterally ban the publication of the publication, or even demand that it be rectified and cut down to the extent that it is appropriate, and then allow it to continue.

The current head of the newspaper association, Lin Zhisen, who once studied under Confucius, is one of the contemporary representatives of Confucianism, although he is not confused, but he and Kong Jinghao are equal friends - who is called Kong Jinghao's identity is high?

He had just entered the door to prepare for the day's work, and seeing that his little junior brother walked into the door with steady steps in all directions, Lin Zhisen greeted him and said with a smile: "Nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, why did the little junior brother come to me at this time?" ”

Kong Jinghao nodded and sighed: "There is something." He handed the newspaper in his hand to Lin Zhisen, "Have you read this publication?" ”

Lin Zhisen put on his eyes, took it and took a closer look, and when he saw the editorial written by Kong Jinghao, he couldn't help but read it out loud, and patted him on the shoulder to express his approval, but then he frowned when he looked down, and his face sank.

He pointed to his office and said to Kong Jinghao, "Little junior brother, come in and talk." ”

The two of them entered the office and closed the door, and Lin Zhisen said: "I remember the distribution permission of this publication, you still came to ask me for it, am you not mistaken?" ”

Kong Jinghao sighed: "Don't hide it from my brother, my foolish brother regrets it now......"

There was a long, awkward silence in the room.

In fact, Kong Jinghao's fondness for the princess of the royal family is not a big secret in their Kong family.

If it weren't for the acquiescence of the Confucian family, it would be impossible for him to carry out all kinds of continuous pursuits, and even do things by the emperor's side as always.

Lin Zhisen would have issued a license to Qu Ning simply, almost completely without review, and there was also this part of the reason for this.

Although despising women's abilities is part of the reason, on the other hand, he feels that with Kong Jinghao's character and talent, that woman will sooner or later be in his hands, which is also a large part of the reason.

So now, this sense of disobedience to being bitten back by something they don't care about makes them feel like they don't know how to speak for a while.

Lin Zhisen thought for a while: "In these years, whoever can influence public opinion can dominate the world." If she just wants to make money, to gain status and fame among women, these are all subsections. But now, it's obvious that her heart is too big......" he leaned over and patted Kong Jinghao on the shoulder, "If you want to extend your tentacles to a deeper and wider field, this is unacceptable." ”

Kong Jinghao let out a "grace" and raised his eyes to look at the middle-aged man opposite: "That brother thinks, what should we do now?" ”

Lin Zhisen was obviously already in his chest, just waiting for him to ask such a sentence.

"If you want to talk about the next step, there is no doubt that it is our side that will issue the ban order. But in this way, one is that you are not pleasing to her, and the other is just a bud, and it seems that our side is too strong, so the impact is not good. Therefore, there is no way to do it. What about the middle strategy, the foolish brother will go with you to persuade the other newspapers, echo together, and then beat down the waves that are about to turn up, but this one has a lot to do with it...... As for the best policy, it is the best policy to surrender without a fight, if you can convince her to stop here, everyone will benefit, then it will be the best strategy. Lin Zhisen smiled as he spoke, looking at Kong Jinghao with burning eyes, obviously waiting for his choice.

Surrendering without a fight is naturally the best of the best strategies, but everyone knows that this best strategy is just a joke.

If Kong Jinghao really had that ability, he wouldn't have come to him immediately to ask for advice after seeing the hidden Sen Sen blade and killing intent on the front page—if he could do it, then he should be in the warm fragrant nephrite now, instead of looking at a man in the early morning.

So, in fact, there is only the middle and bottom strategies left to choose.

Kong Jinghao thought for a while, and finally sighed: "Let's use the middle strategy first, if it really doesn't work...... The next strategy can only be used once. I went to contact the newspapers under the royal family, as well as the Feng family and some other royalist newspapers...... As for the rest, I'm going to ask Senior Brother Lin......"

"Little junior brother, don't worry." Lin Zhisen smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Although the monarch is the minister, and the monarch wants the minister to die, the minister has to die, but the ancients also have a saying that the soldiers admonish the dead, little junior brother, as long as the intention is for her good, this method is a little tougher, and you don't need to be too nervous, right?" ”

Kong Jinghao sighed silently and nodded annoyedly: I don't know why, since he got this newspaper today, his whole heart has been beating so much that he is very irritable, and he always feels that something is completely out of his control.

The author has something to say: Recently, it's basically 8000 per day.Every chapter is very fat.And I don't think I wrote water......

So he thought he was diligent enough, and he rolled and sold cutely to ask for a harvest.

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