Li Shimin snorted lightly, he is the emperor, the city is deep, how can he see Zong Xiu's thoughts, and said in a deep voice: "Meritorious service is naturally rewarded, if meritorious service is not good, who is willing to make meritorious contributions to my Tang Dynasty in the future." Say what you want. Don't tell me that you ventured into the palace just to offer treasures. ”

The laws of the Tang Dynasty clearly stipulate that all officials below the fifth rank are not allowed to enter the palace without being summoned by the holy decree.

Zong Xiu entered the palace this time, looking for a relationship that is easy to love.

But in the same way, if the things he took out couldn't get into Lao Li's eyes, he would still be punished.

Therefore, it is risky for Zong Xiu to enter the palace.

Now Li Shimin asked again what reward he wanted, and Zong Xiu didn't pretend anymore.

"Back to Your Majesty's words, the minister voluntarily offered movable type printing, and only asked His Majesty to promise a word."

"What?"

Li Shimin pinched the newspaper on the dragon case, his eyes full of doubts.

Zong Xiu shouted loudly: "The minister implores Your Majesty to promise that in the future, I will be the only one in the Tang Dynasty who can print newspapers!" ”

"This ......"

Li Shimin hesitated.

As soon as movable type printing was introduced, the originally cumbersome printing became much simpler. When the time comes, whoever wants to print something can do it at home.

Now Zong Xiu wants to monopolize the business of the newspaper industry, and this promise is not easy to promise.

When it comes to money, even the ancient emperors can't see it.

When Lao Li was worried, he listened to Zong Xiu and said: "Your Majesty, as soon as movable type printing comes out, private printing will inevitably flood the world, and if it falls into the hands of people with intentions, it will definitely become a tool for creating public opinion." Therefore, I implore Your Majesty to restrict the law of printing, and each province, state, and county can only set up one official printing house, and those who print privately will be decided! ”

Li Shimin looked at Zong Xiu with a strange look: "Zong Aiqing, you are going to cut off the way of life of other private printing workshops, have you thought about it?" ”

Zong Xiu hurriedly said that he didn't dare: "Your Majesty, the minister is also thinking about the stability of the Tang Dynasty." Therefore, when he came, the minister wrote down all the laws on the control of the printing press, and asked His Majesty to read it. ”

Zong Xiu took out another fold from his arms and held it in his hand.

The eunuch next to the waiting dragon case ran down the steps next to him quickly, holding a fold and respectfully placing it on the dragon case.

Li Shimin watched the twists and turns, and Zong Xiu reported loudly.

"The minister suggested that the imperial court formulate a 'printing license' policy for private printing houses, and that the size of each printing workshop and what it could print should be recorded in detail, and if there was a violation, all assets would be confiscated and exiled as slaves."

"If someone wants to print a new book, they need to report it to the imperial court, apply for a publication number, and get approval before they can be printed."

"The minister suggested that a 'copyright protection law' be adopted for all new books, and that booksellers who could print them themselves within 15 years after they had enough to buy the copyrights, and those who did not have the copyright to print privately would be punished as infringement, fined and confiscated all illegal income, and exiled for thousands of miles."

"There is also a need for a new tax law for ......"

In the Daming Palace, on the Jinluan Palace, Zong Xiu talked endlessly in front of the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty.

At this moment, he seems to have become the protagonist above the Golden Palace.

All the princes and ministers became spectators, listening to Zong Xiu's impassioned speech.

By the time Zong Xiu finished talking about everything he had come up with in combination with the laws of later generations, it was almost dark.

Li Shimin also threw away the folds in his hand, and looked at Zong Xiu with deep meaning: "Zong Aiqing thinks long-term and is also very thoughtful. From movable type printing to legislative protection, did you really come up with it when you were recuperating at home these days? ”

Without waiting for Zong Xiu to speak, Li Shimin suddenly laughed: "The legal system admonished by Zong Aiqing is perfect and impeccable, so it will be you!" Don't you want ownership of Chang'an Weekly? Then I promise you that from today onwards, there will be no second newspaper in Datang within fifteen years! ”

Li Shimin also saw the profits of newspapers and periodicals, and with such high profits, he naturally didn't want Zong Xiu to monopolize them. And fifteen years is also the suggestion that Zong Xiu himself mentioned in the Copyright Protection Law.

Fifteen years is fifteen years, Zong Xiu said in his heart: After fifteen years, Lao Tzu still doesn't know where he is, make a few years of money first, and when he has money, Lao Tzu will build a ship and go to sea to colonize.

Zong Xiu thanked him: "Thank you, Your Majesty!" ”

"Hahahaha......"

Li Shimin laughed heartily, got up and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, today Zong Aiqing offers another treasure, for the luck of Shilin and the blessing of the people, I am happy, and I want to set up a banquet in the back garden, feast the ministers, to celebrate this joy." ”

The ministers gathered around Zong Xiu to congratulate him, but Zong Xiu himself was full of bitterness.

I was whipped ten times last time for the tail burning banquet, and the shadow in my heart is not good, how dare I go again.

"Your Majesty, there are still important matters in the minister's family, can you take a leave?"

Zong Xiu resigned with a bitter face.

Li Shimin looked Zong Xiu up and down and said, "If there is really something important, you can not go." ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Zong Xiu thanked him and turned around to leave.

didn't take two steps, and was stopped by Li Shimin again.

"Zong Aiqing, I still have a question about the law of printing, you wait here, and I will find someone to discuss with you later."

After Li Shimin casually issued a holy message, he led his ministers to the back garden.

The huge Jinluan Hall was instantly deserted, leaving Zong Xiu standing alone stupidly.

Looking at the empty hall, Zong Xiu muttered in his heart: "Doubts? Who to fool? Did I just say it clearly enough, or are you a fool? Someone to talk to me about? Damn, deliberately fix me. ”

However, Lao Li had already made a decree to let him wait here, and Zong Xiu didn't dare to leave, so he could only walk to the pillar next to him, lean on the pillar and close his eyes to recuperate.

He had been here all afternoon, and he had been talking all afternoon, and now his mouth was dry and he just wanted a glass of water.

Just when Zong Xiu was thinking about whether to talk to Jin Wuwei on duty at the door and begging for a glass of water, he suddenly heard a brisk footstep.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Poor Dao has seen Master Zong."

The person who came was in his early thirties, with a face like a crown of jade, a Taoist bun on his head, a linen robe, embroidered with Tai Chi Bagua diagrams, and a handful of snow-white floating dust in his hand.

"Forehead ......"

Seeing the person coming, Zong Xiu's pupils shrank.

Taoist?

Talk to me?

Could it be ......

Zong Xiu suddenly thought of an extremely terrifying possibility - Li Shimin was still not at ease with him, so he found a Taoist priest to show him his face in order to determine whether he was a loyal minister or a traitor.

Zong Xiu's speculation is not without reason.

Since the Jin and Sui dynasties, the wind of metaphysics prevailed, the people believed in the way of mercury, and the emperor believed in the immortal theory.

Throughout the dynasties, emperors had the habit of raising warlocks by their side.

In addition to alchemy for the emperor and seeking immortality, the warlocks also have a duty - to meet the courtiers.

The theory of physiognomy has been around since ancient times, and emperors also believed that the nature of their courtiers could be seen through physiognomy.

Sometimes a word from an inner palace warlock can often determine the position of an official, or even life or death.

Just now Li Shimin said that he would let Zong Xiu wait, and he would arrange someone to discuss the matter of movable type printing with him later, but now he sent a Taoist priest to come, Zong Xiu naturally doubted - to discuss printing, is there a discussion with a Taoist priest?

When Zong Xiu's brain was flying, the Taoist was also looking at Zong Xiu, and his face changed back and forth, as if he had seen something amazing.

Seeing the expression of the Taoist, Zong Xiu couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, and asked coldly: "Dare to ask the geometry of Changyun Dou, what are the words up and down, and where is the blood dripping from the three mountains?" ”