"Shut up!" Li Yuan glared at Li Chengqian and instructed him not to disturb him when he was reading.

The Condor is written in the last years of the Southern Song Dynasty, but the history has the same, when the Eastern Jin Dynasty, it is almost the same, only need to change the Jin soldiers to Fu Jian's former Qin soldiers, Bianliang to Lin'an, as for some of the small mistakes, unless the people who study the historical facts, who will have so much care?

He drank a cup of tea, and began to tell about the next wind and snow shock, Guo Xiaotian and Yang Tiexin took in the Qiu Chuji of the Quanzhen Sect, but because Duan Tiande attacked Niujia Village after Qiu Chuji left, Guo Xiaotian died in battle, Guo Jing's mother took Guo Jing away from the desert, and Qiu Chuji also made a bet with the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan to meet and compete in Jiaxing Zuixian Building......

Speaking of this, Li Yuan shut up and didn't talk about it, no matter how much Li Chengqian begged, he didn't speak. He looked at the stacks of manuscript paper written by Li Chengqian, about a few thousand words, and enough for several pages.

He looked at the time, it was already afternoon, and it had taken most of the day. So I had dinner with Li Chengqian first, and then asked several medical students to re-typeset them in the order of the manuscript paper.

Of course, the newspaper must not only have it, the emperor also asked the medical students to inquire about what happened in various squares of Chang'an City, etc., and finally the layout of the newspaper was set as the political page, the life page, and the three pages, and the others were slowly added later.

As for the name of the newspaper, it is located in Qujiang Daily.

.......

In the early morning and dawn, the sky just appeared with a touch of fish belly white.

Today's official's rest has just ended, and it is time for the morning pilgrimage to go on one day, so officials of all sizes gathered in front of the Suzaku Gate, waiting for the Suzaku Gate to open.

But unlike the usual silent waiting, there was a hint of noise.

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers, Qujiang Daily, ten cents a piece, ten cents a piece."

"Where did that sound come from?" Fang Xuanling was in the carriage, straightened his official uniform, and said with a wrinkle.

The driver was the old man of the house, he poked his head out and looked out, and said, "Master, those officials are holding a piece of paper with handwriting in their hands, some of which look like a newspaper of the palace, but different......

"Ten cents is not too expensive, buy me one and let me see." Fang Xuanling was puzzled, if the Di Bao was printed, the first thing would be to show him, the prime minister, could it be that the form of the Di Bao had changed recently?

Is there a shortage of money in the treasury, or is His Majesty mediocre?

Want to make money with this method?

Di Bao has been free since ancient times, and I have never heard of an emperor who would be so stingy as to ask officials to pay for it.

Soon, Fang Xuanling took a Qujiang Daily in his hand, and he looked at it carefully for a moment by the lit candlelight, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, "On July 14, Annan Tusi rebelled, and the imperial court sent troops to suppress it. On July 23, the flood in Yizhou ...... Yesterday, the monk Huitong of Tianren Temple in Chongrenfang gave birth to a child with Mrs. Liu Yuanwai, and Liu Yuanwai hanged himself......."

"Who made this Qujiang Daily, the handwriting is similar, the size of a fly's head but not messy, but a little dull and without charm, just for the bookmaker, not the climate. But the affairs of the court are summarized by politics at one time, government is the business of the people, governance is management, and the affairs of managing the people are politics. This is similar to the political hall, wonderful! Wonderful! Fang Xuanling stroked his beard and sighed.

"It's just that this political column seems to be similar to the newspaper a few days ago, but with a little more ......."

Unlike Fang Xuanling, who focused on political affairs, other courtiers were either entangled in civil disputes, lamenting the misfortune of their families, or entangled in the content of the later pages.

"This bull-nosed old way is really powerful, he walks alone in the snow, and he walks like flying, but I don't know how it compares with my one hundred and twenty pounds of Xuanhua axe?" Cheng Yanjin smiled.

The books written by the predecessors are nothing more than gods and ghosts, which are too different from reality. But the condor is close to history, and the light skills and so on are not absurd and strange in the eyes of these generals, and it may be impossible for them to be a 10,000-strong enemy, but a 100-person enemy is still an easy thing.

"Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rest. Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, and be fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad. Forever shameful, still snowing. When the courtiers hate, when will they perish. Driving a long car is broken, and Helan Mountain is lacking. Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. To start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.

This long and short sentence is really wonderful, but it's a pity that only Liu Jinu is a hero in the Southern Dynasty, this author is probably a southerner......." Yu Shinan smiled slightly.

Since the Yongjia Rebellion, the Han family has crossed to the south in a well-dressed garment, hundreds of years of history and rain, and only Liu Jinu can look at Luoyang, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are still trapped under the iron horse of Hu Lu, fortunately, Emperor Wen of Sui Yang Jian usurped the throne of Emperor Jing of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and re-let the Han people who changed their surnames return to their original surnames, otherwise it is uncertain who this country is......

Although Yang Jian has Xianbei blood, Huaxia has been a patrilineal society since ancient times, and if Emperor Wen of Sui and Taizong of Tang knew that someone wanted to eliminate their Han identity because of their bloodline, I am afraid that they would jump up from the ground. Moreover, the mother of Ming Chengzu Zhu Di is a Goryeo woman.......

No matter what the court officials waiting at the Suzaku Gate said about Qujiang Daily, at least they all noticed that there was such a thing, and the serialized one attracted their attention, whether they liked it or not, but they all wanted to know the situation of the child who was displaced to the desert in the future.

As the sky became brighter, the Suzaku door gradually opened, and Fang Xuanling, who was in the carriage, folded the newspaper and received it into his sleeve.

After two or three days, the restaurants and taverns in the West Market suddenly became lively, and some people with flexible brains have found a way to make money with this, that is, storytelling!

When Hong Qigong heard Huang Rong say this, he was not in a hurry, his left leg was slightly bent, his right arm was bent inward, his right palm drew a circle, and with a snort, he pushed outward, and his palm swept to a pine tree in front of him.

Just listen to such a click, and the pine tree should be broken! Fan Laosi sat on the bamboo bench and patted the wooden board in his hand, and the crisp sound was really like the tree should be broken.

"Good! Well said. Everyone smashed the bar and smacked their lips, the aftertaste was endless, some of them were wealthy, stretched out their hands to grope in the blanket for a while, took out a few copper coins, and they were still in Fan Laosi's pottery bowl.

"This is a silver leaf, speak quickly, and listen to so-and-so." Cheng Chu swallowed his saliva silently, stretched out his hand and gestured for a while, as if thinking about how powerful the eighteen palms of the dragon descended were.

It stands to reason that this dragon descending is a taboo thing, but strangely no one dares to trouble this newspaper.

According to rumors, Wei Zheng reported this matter and said: "Your Majesty, there is a Qujiang Daily newspaper circulating today, which contains the saying that the eighteen palms of the dragon are descended, which means something, and is bold, and I also ask Your Majesty to issue a decree to raid this newspaper." ”

But Li Shimin laughed out loud after hearing this, stroked his three-inch short hair, and said with a smile: "The king is like a boat, the people are like water, and the water can carry a boat or overturn a boat." The first Zhou Li Wang has no way, although it is forbidden to remark the people of Beijing, he said not to talk about state affairs, but the road is in sight, and the people are angry to chase the king out of Beijing, and the same is true now, how can I fire the king without a way? ”

Wei Zheng sighed: "What is clear today is set by the kings of the past dynasties, and he is speechless and can only admire it." ”

It's just that...... In the East Palace, a poor prince who was newly married and couldn't go to bed, and spent all night copying the Book of Filial Piety.

Li Chengqian: "......"

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