In fact, there are many stories in this era of the Great Song Dynasty, but these stories are either the way of Confucius and Mencius high in the clouds, and the truth is based on ancient things. Or the hearsay gossip in the market circulates in the mouths of the mother-in-law who scares the child.

This cold appearance takes into account the love, hatred, and hatred of inheritance and change, and it makes people feel so immersed in it, and all of a sudden, this 1,500 copies spread among the girls and ladies in Jinling.

This Jinling is a gentle place, per capita sentimentality, blown by the wind on the Qinhuai River, the eye sockets are particularly shallow.

The cries of the eldest girl and the little daughter-in-law seemed to be connected overnight, and before those iron-blooded adults knew what was happening, this short little book had already spread among the middle and upper classes of Jinling City.

The sad man broke his intestines at the end of the world, and the section of crying with heavy rain back to back made the girls with spring love in their hearts burn inside, as if the woman in the wall was herself, regardless of whether she had a sweetheart or not, she felt that the pouring rain outside the door was on her body.

This kind of sensation was unexpected even by Song Beiyun, and Yan Shu was even more so, he was responsible for writing the preface and narration, and the innocent and wanton little words came out of his hands, just like a thousand trees and pear blossoms blooming overnight.

In Zhao Xiang's home, Miss Zhao sat in the boudoir, tears drenched the paper, and the famous beads and dried leaves in her hand became her only tools for sending her acacia.

Is the girl in the wall in the book just like herself? was an innocent age, and he should have indulged in love with his sweetheart, but he couldn't help but marry a man he didn't know and pass on the lineage. No matter how well her father said the young man of the Yan family, the young man on the wall will always be the bright moonlight in her heart, which will not disperse for a long time.

Tears spread again, her eyes were blurry and she couldn't see clearly, and she repeatedly whispered the stack of papers under her hand, as if this layer of words recorded her own sorrowful thoughts, and a little involvement was the heartbreak.

She flipped it over and over again, and watched it again and again ten times, and each time it hurt her heart a little more, and after watching it over and over again, her heart hurt again and again.

She didn't want to accept her fate like the girl in the wall, but she found that she couldn't find a way to climb over the wall, and anxiety, resentment, sadness, and helplessness coiled in her chest into a series of slashing and axe marks, making it difficult for her to breathe.

And at this moment in the palace compound, the queen mother was draped in a blanket, sitting quietly at the window in a daze, she was reminiscing about the past days with Zhao Kuangyin, when he was still a petty official, although the family was not poor but just a well-off, but later many years later, she also enjoyed the glory and wealth, but the most intriguing memorable is the days of waiting for her husband to come home.

She has never had Lao Yan to fly apart, but because she remembers the person in her heart who can't come back, there seem to be tears in her eyes.

sighed, turned his head to look at Jin Ling'er with red and swollen eyes, and chuckled, youth is so good, even that cry can be so moving.

"Imperial Grandmother...... It wasn't early, so I went to sleep first. Jin Ling'er sobbed and said, "I'm going to leave the palace tomorrow." ”

"Why?"

"I'm going to find out if there's anything going on, and if not, I'm going to kill someone." Jin Ling'er gritted her back molars and said, "Imperial grandmother, can you allow me to go out?" ”

"Go ahead." The old lady looked at Jin Ling'er with a smile: "This thing is well written, even old women like me have layers of thoughts, alas, ......"

"That's, and I don't look at which dog stuff wrote it." Jin Ling'er said angrily: "I hate that little bowl! Hum! ”

"What's wrong with the little bowl?"

Jin Ling'er pouted and said: "Xiaowan'er is happy outside the palace, but I can only live in this deep palace, which makes people uncomfortable." ”

"Xiao Wan'er was placed under house arrest by Dingguogong, you don't have to envy her, the last time I asked, Dingguogong said that she always does evil outside, and this time she won't let her go out."

"Who knows, if Dingguo Gong can hold that guy, she won't become like this." Jin Ling'er was really angry, sour from the heart: "Hmph...... I'm so angry, I have to go out tomorrow. ”

"Okay, okay, go, go, go." The Empress Dowager looked at Jin Ling'er with a doting face: "Take the gold medal and go, don't cause trouble." ”

"Got it, thank you, Grandmother Huang, you're the best!"

Jin Ling'er returned to her side hall after finishing her squeeze, Qiao Qiao was sitting at the table drawing the design with carbon strips, and when she saw Jin Ling'er coming back with red and swollen eyes, she asked a little puzzled: "What's wrong?" Bullied? ”

"Huh, being bullied?" Jin Ling'er threw the stack of manuscripts in front of Qiaoqiao: "Look at it, look at what the dog has done." ”

Pretty opened it with curiosity, and then unsurprisingly cried together as a dog, crying and saying, "How can this be...... It's too much. ”

"yes!" Jin Ling'er snorted coldly: "Tomorrow we will leave the palace, and Xingshi will ask for guilt!" ”

"Yes!" Qiao Qiao nodded heavily: "How can it be so." ”

These two people are still close to Song Beiyunding, and they are still like this, so you can imagine what the attitude of the group of readers who have never met Song Beiyun will be.

But people are still cheap in the end, even if they hate the author to the bone, but they can't wait for the follow-up but still make their hearts feel uncomfortable like a cat, and they want to go to the sneaky stall tomorrow morning and squat to see if there are any new words and words.

And some girls will also discuss the fate of the characters in this book when they get together in twos and threes, some say that they are destined to be reunited, others say that they will definitely be separated forever, and when the dispute is fierce, some people even begin to analyze it on the spot.

The attention of the girls soon attracted the attention of men, and of course there were differences in attitudes towards certain things between men and women.

There are people who are as sentimental as Yan Shu and are full of worries about the fate of these two people, and there are also those who criticize the dog man and woman for not knowing the point, anyway, the direction of discussion began to go in both directions after the appearance of the man.

But it didn't matter, on the morning of the fourth day when the snow fell, another 1,500 manuscripts were placed there, but the small stall was overcrowded, and the families of the dignitaries and nobles were crowded there to compete for the 1,500 copies.

Fifteen hundred manuscripts were sold out in an instant, and the people took their share and handed the money to Yan Shu, who stood in the teahouse not far away, opposite the son of Tobe Shirou.

"Cousin, you've done a great job." Yan Shu praised: "You will take this more than 1,000 guan, and I will have to ask you for help in the future." ”

"Don't say that, you and I are brothers, my father is your uncle, and we are a family."

"Family, you don't have to excuse yourself." Yan Shu pushed the money over: "Go buy some food and play for my niece." ”

"Then I'll be respectful and obey, hahaha...... Brother Xian, why did you, the business of selling books for others, ask my colleagues from Honglu Temple to send a copy to the envoys of the Liao State? ”

Yan Shu laughed: "I just want him to see the literati style of my Great Song Dynasty." ”

"Okay, good, my cousin is thoughtful, when you have time to come to the house to sit again, you haven't picked the persimmon tree yet."

"Hahahaha......" Yan Shu waved his hand again and again: "Another day, another day." ”

At the same time, the two manuscripts have been placed in the hands of the king of the Southern Courtyard, and after reading the first one, his hands are already trembling with anger, he is already a very smart person, how can he not see that the person here is talking about himself, and who else can that woman be? Isn't it the queen mother?

These sour scholars, bold! Too bold!

To slander the royal family like this is to kill, but he can't shout injustice, even the queen mother can only turn a blind eye, this person's terrible truth is there, if the reaction is too intense, where will the people think this is fake?

And what this book is talking about is not the Great Song Dynasty and the Great Liao, but the Ming Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty. This dynasty that doesn't exist at all, even if it is a finger, I can't find a fault, whether it is the Great Song Dynasty or the Great Liao, there are very few examples of being convicted for words, let alone a drama.

But it's not angry, it's just angry!

"Come on, summon Honglu Temple!"

Honglu Temple Cheng Liupinguan, compared with this prince level, is naturally summoned, he came here and was asked why he gave this to the king of the Southern Courtyard, his answer was also decent, that is, he was afraid that the inconvenience of traveling these days would make the prince bored, so he found something to relieve the prince's boredom.

After explaining, the Honglu Temple asked a supplementary question: "What does the prince think is wrong?" I'll go and talk to Da Hongluqing. ”

"That's it......" The king of the southern courtyard waved his hand in annoyance: "You go down." ”

He drove away the people of Honglu Temple, sat down at the table alone again, looked at the two manuscripts, and the more he looked at them, the more angry and sad he became, but in the end he let out a long sigh, sat down again and opened the second volume.

And at this moment, the Queen Mother is also in the dormitory, lying on her side and looking at this article, tears are flowing down the corners of her eyes, and she has to stop reading a few words, as if she has a heart-rending feeling, but she can't help but continue to read.

"Empress Dowager, it's time to go to Dabao'en Temple today to worship the Buddha and be grateful."

"Oh, let's go." The Queen Mother quickly wiped away her tears: "You go and prepare, let's drive." ”

"The little slave will go and clean up." The little eunuch whispered: "It's cold today, please be careful." ”