Chapter 295

"Yuanyu Printing, are you sure? ......" Zhao Xu was slightly stunned, and when he saw Wang Yang nodding affirmatively, he couldn't help but feel that his eyes were slightly hot.

"Motoyu Printing...... Good name, good is really good......" Fan Chunren, a loyal elder, couldn't help but his thumb and gestured at Wang Yang. This kid is a sycophant, no, this is no longer a sycophant, this is tantamount to putting gold on the face of today's son.

Yuan Yu printing, Yuan You This is the name of the year used by the former young son of heaven since he ascended the throne, and the name of the young son of heaven is used, thousands of years later, when mentioning this Yuan Yu printing technology, the young son of heaven will definitely be mentioned, what a glory this is.

Just like the Cai Hou paper, hundreds of years later, whenever Cai Hou paper is mentioned, everyone knows that this paper is from the hand of Cai Hou. And that Cai Hou was Cai Lun, a eunuch in the Eastern Han Dynasty, who was made a marquis as a eunuch because of his pioneering papermaking skills.

Zhao Xu's heart is extremely complicated at the moment, yes, he hates the empress dowager who has always regarded him as a child, and he also hates these old party ministers who regard themselves as mascots under the court hall.

However, Yuan You represents the era name since he became the Son of Heaven, which makes Zhao Xu dislike this era name because of his dissatisfaction with the Empress Dowager and the old party ministers.

However, Mr. Wushan just gave such a name, of course Zhao Xu knew that Wang Yang was well-intentioned, after all, the name of each Son of Heaven is unique and almost irreproducible.

The name of the Son of Heaven is to be secluded, and Wang Yang naturally cannot use the name of the Son of Heaven as the title of printing, so he decided to use the name of the year to name it, which is definitely the most suitable choice for now.

This made Zhao Xu, who originally wanted to wait for himself to be in power, and threw this era name directly into the garbage heap of history with the scumbag of history.

But in the end, Zhao Xu himself understood that all he hated was the empress dowager and the old party ministers, and this era name represented his ruling career as the son of the Great Song Dynasty after all.

"Since the gentleman is so insistent, I am appointed." Zhao Xu finally made a decision.

And it was at this time that Zhao Xu seemed to remember a big event. "Ouch, I was so confused that I forgot to light the incense."

Fan Chunren looked at Wang Yang with some embarrassment, and said with a leisurely sigh. "Your Majesty, there's no need, from the moment to now, I'm afraid I don't even have the kung fu of half a pillar of incense, and you see, Wang Wushan has already printed the last text......

Zhao Tingzhi was stopped at a distance of about a foot from the curtain, he couldn't get close to see it, and he couldn't hear the whispers inside, which made Zhao Tingzhi, who was standing in the main hall pacing, really a little anxious in his heart, but he was very confident.

At least it is absolutely impossible for him to lose, the three pieces of paper have completely disrupted the word order, and even the three most important words have been removed, if Wang Yang can still prepare such an engraving in advance, Zhao Tingzhi will definitely be able to chew and eat the whole engraving raw.

Since it is not possible for the other party to prepare such an engraving in advance, presumably at this moment, the little rabbit cub named Wang Yang may be talking about him behind the curtain, or trying to find a way to be perfunctory, right?

But do those tactics work? There is an old minister of the Four Dynasties, Fan Xianggong, who has always been fair and upright, even if the young son of heaven wants to favor him Wang Yang, then he has to ask Fan Xianggong, who has always had high hopes, if he agrees.

As long as the other party can't print it, what can the Son of Heaven do if he tries his best to protect it? If you can keep it for a while, can you still keep that kind of despicable person who talks nonsense for a lifetime?

As long as it is confirmed that Wang Yang is cheating, I believe that his companions will definitely jump out one after another, step on a few more feet for themselves, and strive to make the dead Wang Yang have no chance to turn over in his life.

"Hey, they didn't light incense? Was this accidentally forgotten, or was it intentional? An old party official suddenly came back to his senses and couldn't help but say loudly.

An old official, but also fond of incense, couldn't help but squint triumphantly at a small incense burner placed in front of his desk, which was bubbling with faint smoke and a soaking fragrance. "You don't have to worry, the old man didn't see His Majesty's order to burn incense, so he took matters into his own hands and set up a piece of agarwood here."

"The old man smokes incense all the year round, and the time for such an agarwood to burn is about the same as the time of a pillar of incense, and now, it's less than half the time, you all have to have more patience, so that the yellow-mouthed child who is honest can lose convincingly."

Many old party officials in the hall squeezed their eyebrows, schadenfreude, and only Li Gefei and the old man surnamed Su and a few officials of the same age stayed in the place, and there was no schadenfreude.

The old man surnamed Su stroked his long beard and frowned slightly. "Ge Fei, do you think that Wang Wushan has any hope of winning this game?"

"Sir, I really don't know, because I really can't see through that kid, he is sometimes shrewd and treacherous, sometimes he is stunned, it is difficult to make people unpredictable, I don't know whether he is planning and then acting, or just because he was stimulated by Zhao Tingzhi, and he recklessly wants to fight on the spot."

The old man thinks that since Na Xiao dares to fight with Zhao Tingzhi on the spot so determined, I am afraid that he should actually be quite sure in his heart, huh...... You see, Fan Xianggong has come out......" After the old man surnamed Su just said a few words, he couldn't help but stretch out his neck and look over.

Over there, Zhao Tingzhi also saw Fan Chunren who was holding three pieces of rice paper in his hand and came out first, but when he saw Fan Chunren, he was both relieved and even a little excited, but when he saw himself, he couldn't help but have a little more pity and expression, Zhao Tingzhi suddenly felt that it seemed that his guess was really fine.

Zhao Tingzhi couldn't help laughing out loud, and walked forward quickly, saying loudly. "Fan Xianggong, this pillar of incense hasn't arrived yet, why are you in such a hurry to come out, could it be that that kid has nothing to do and has to admit defeat?"

"Who do you say lost?" At this time, Zhao Xu, the Son of Heaven, also stepped out of the curtain with more than ten pieces of rice paper in his hand, and when he heard this, his originally relaxed smile suddenly sank.

"Your Majesty, the minister just wants to know the outcome of the battle with that yellow-mouthed child." Seeing that this young man looked extremely angry, Zhao Tingzhi, who was more and more sure that he was too good at winning the scroll, naturally would not be hard against Zhao Xu, the son of heaven, but just smiled lightly and said unhurriedly.

After Zhao Xu snorted coldly, he retracted his gaze and commanded. "The result is in my hands, someone comes, empty this place, and put Zhao Tingzhi's original manuscript here, Zhao Tingzhi, you see, that is your original manuscript?"

Seeing the three pieces of rice paper spread out on the floor by Fan Xianggong, Zhao Tingzhi strode up and looked at it for a long time, and nodded very affirmatively. "Your Majesty, these three are indeed the handiwork of Wei Chen."

"Are you sure there hasn't been a text genre like this before your three sheets of paper?" Fan Chunren took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice.

"This is natural, Zhao conceived it, and naturally has such a certainty." Zhao Tingzhi nodded without the slightest hesitation and replied.

"Marchand, put all these things printed by Mr. Wushan separately and put them under the three original manuscripts, so that all the secretaries present can come and have a good look." Zhao Xu glanced at Zhao Ting coldly, and tilted his head towards the pony father-in-law.