After listening to Jing Zhe's introduction, Wang Yingqiu raised his head and said, "Can this work?" ”

"Why, you can't trust me?"

Jing Zhe smiled.

"It's not that I can't believe it."

Wang Yingqiu shook his head, a little worried: "You said before that the purpose of running a newspaper is to face everyone, but you know that most of the people who come to our Wuxian Garden are scholars, in fact, even if they don't do publicity here, there is a good chance that these people will buy newspapers." But I'm worried about the common people, after all, not all ordinary people are literate! ”

Jing Zhe thought about the round shopkeeper Song last night, and said with a smile: "What the owner of the garden thought, I also thought of." Tonight, it's not just Wu Xianyuan who is doing publicity. Wuxian Yuan is only for readers, as for the common people, I still have a way! ”

"What?"

"The Buddha said, don't say, don't say. When the time comes, the owner will know! ”

Jing Zhe deliberately sold a pass, which made Wang Yingqiu's heart even more itchy, and he glanced at him, thinking that you might as well not say anything.

After thinking about it, he said: "You said that there is more than one place in Wuxian Yuan to do publicity, then I seem to understand a little, are you going to promote different sections in two places at the same time, and then use the mouths of these people to form a secondary propaganda to deepen the impression of the newspaper?" ”

Jing Zhe touched Wang Yingqiu's pretty face, "It's still my homeowner's sister who is smart, she understands a little." ”

As he spoke, his hand was not honest, because Wang Yingqiu was only waiting for him to get dressed, and he was wearing a silk close-fitting pajamas, vacuum, so Jing Zhe nodded a little at a certain two protrusions on her body.

The embarrassed Wang Yingqiu slapped his hand away and glared at him: "No shape!" Since you're asking me to help at night, tell me what I'm going to help with! There's still a lot of work to do after you go out, and I'm not sure if you'll be able to come over at night! ”

Jing Zhe nodded, thinking that this was reasonable.

So he wrote the poem he wrote to Zhu Xinning to Wang Yingqiu again, and after writing it, he smiled and said: "Garden master, this is it!" All you have to do is get this poem out there tonight! ”

Wang Yingqiu did not answer, but carefully read Jing Zhe's poems.

Since the last Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, she hadn't seen Jing Zhe write poetry for a long time, and she actually liked poetry very much in her bones, so she couldn't help but look at it.

"Ququ Chi side road, autumn comes with few pedestrians..."

The first line reads smoothly, but compared to the poems he wrote before, it is a little less amazing.

"At first glance, the flowers fall more distinctly."

After reading the first half of the poem, Wang Yingqiu thought to herself that this poem was decent, but it still didn't have too many brilliant colors, could it be because he wrote poems for his sister and limited him?

But when she read "You can see each other at a glance, one step is like a heavy city", she was stunned, she was not afraid of the blandness in front of the poem, as long as she had a little finishing touch, and these two sentences are good.

"The love is separated by mountains and seas, and the mountains and seas can also be flat."

When she finished reading the last two sentences, she repeated them repeatedly in a low voice, and she couldn't let go of them for a long time.

Looking at Jing Zhe again, he thought that he must be thinking so, right?

Even though the relationship with his sister is like a mountain and the sea, he has the confidence to fill them, isn't this the most exquisite love story in the world? What girl can stand it?

Well, she can't stand it anyway.

After a moment, Wang Yingqiu let out a sigh.

Then he looked at Jing Zhe and said quietly: "Are you sure this poem was written for your second sister?" ”

"Aang, yes."

"You're not afraid - if this poem is published in the newspaper, will the common people talk nonsense? You know, people are terrible. ”

Wang Yingqiu reminded.

"Don't be afraid."

But Jing Zhe's eyes were firm: "I've already thought about it, so let the people in the literature department do a good job of annotating and guide them not to think wildly, of course, I can't control what people think, after all, I can't control everyone's thoughts." However, even if I think about it, I'm not afraid, if I'm afraid, I won't write this poem! ”

After listening, Wang Yingqiu was silent.

She now vaguely understands that the literature section of Jing Zhe's first issue not only has the intention of promoting Zhu Xinning, but also a kind of "declaring sovereignty and expressing feelings".

But those who read and the high-level officials will not be so easily deceived, but even if they read something, they will not talk nonsense because of their high position.

Jing Zhe can just warn some readers who have ideas about Zhu Xinning, such as Song Jimao, to kill two birds with one stone.

Thinking like this, he began to envy Zhu Xinning, and his heart was a little sour.

"The first poem you wrote to a woman was for Qingqiu, right?"

Jing Zhe thought about it, in this era, if he wrote poems for one person alone, it was indeed Qingqiu's song "Lonely Wutong Deep Courtyard Lock Qingqiu", so he nodded.

That's his fourth sister, well, I'm not comparing.

"And then you wrote this one for your second sister."

"Hmm."

"But why haven't you written it to me yet?"

Wang Yingqiu pinched her waist, and suddenly she was full of vinegar.

"Didn't you write a water tune song for the owner of the garden before?"

The grinning Jing Zhe gaged.

"Hey, you don't use water to coax me! That's obviously a song that expresses lovesickness, we are together every day, what does it have to do with me? I don't care, I don't compare with them, but your third poem must be written for me! ”

As Jing Zhe's first woman, Wang Yingqiu felt that this was not too much to ask.

Who knew that after Jing Zhe heard it, he laughed twice.

Then he said, "O gardener, this third song... Why don't you forget it? How about writing you a fourth? ”

“？？？”

Wang Yingqiu was a little angry: "Why can't the third song?" Your sisters aren't with you right now, what's wrong with writing me one? ”

Speaking of this, Wang Yingqiu suddenly felt a little aggrieved.

"Because... The third one, I've already written it..."

“……”

Wang Yingqiu gasped, "Who did you write it for?" ”

"Written to Yu Guogong's daughter, Yu Xiangrong..."

Jing Zhe stepped forward to appease Wang Yingqiu, and explained to her again, deliberately saying that he was entrusted by Yu Guogong to help him, a delicate baby, so he wrote that poem.

Although she can understand it, Wang Yingqiu is still very angry.

I'm his first woman, why did I get so miserable, and I went to fourth all of a sudden? And, it seems, there's going to be one more person in the extended family...

Forget it, this is not something she should worry about, and his sisters will have to worry about it in the future!

"Okay, I don't care about this, so the fourth song will be for me, right?"

"Yes, yes, no question!"

Jing Zhe hurriedly smiled and agreed.

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(There is no danger, five more, no one, after hard work to modify and delete, it finally came out, and the later chapters were fine-tuned, and they survived, not bad.) The purpose of saying this sentence is to call on DB children's shoes to support the newcomer to hit the street author, read more of the genuine version, otherwise you won't be able to find the book one day when it's gone... ）