Chapter Seventy-Seven: Poetry

The princess stood with her hands in her hands, listening to Yang Zhen in the corner, and reported the recent information one by one. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info Yang Zhen was dressed in a wide black robe, and his entire body was melted into the darkness, and his figure was blurred as the candlelight flickered.

The princess quietly listened to Yang Zhen's recent actions, and was very satisfied with the results, every move of her competitors was under her control, and an invisible net was slowly spreading. It's just that when she said that now the nameless building and the weaving bureau have become the target of public criticism, the princess frowned.

Yang Zhen's rhetoric did not convince himself, if it weren't for the fact that he and Yang had trusted each other for a long time, he would have thought that he wanted to turn Xingguo upside down to avenge his own experience.

In her opinion, hiding in the shadows, accumulating thick and thin, and becoming a blockbuster are more in line with her own ideas.

Yang Zhen kept reporting, but his eyes had already discovered the princess's expression. He didn't stop, and he finished reporting everything before explaining.

"Your Royal Highness, now that your royal relatives are eyeing each other, how can you hide the matter of the nameless landlord? Instead of sneaking around, it's better to make it public. Yang Zhen didn't want to explain more, and continued: "I have separated the place where the task is received and the task is delivered, and an independent compartment has been established, the personnel do not see each other, and everyone is directly under the management of the landlord. ”

When the princess heard this, she nodded, and said: "This palace heard that you focused on Jingwei and the generals, this matter is taboo, and this palace met with his father a few days ago, and was also questioned. You must remember to stop at the point, and don't dwell on it. ”

Yang Zhen responded, and then heard the princess ask: "Regarding Wenchen and Shizi, do you have a way to deal with it?"

Yang Zhen smiled: "How can you let Your Highness bother? I have a plan! After saying that, he took out something from his bosom and offered it to the princess.

The princess stretched out her hand to take it, raised the head of the show and looked at it, only to see that this thing looked like cloth but not cloth, like silk but not silk, thin as cicada wings, white as snow.

She carefully felt this lightness and lightly uncovered it with her jade hand.

A good word, a good word.

"After the dream, the stairs are locked, and the curtain hangs low when I wake up. Last year, when the spring hatred came. The falling flowers are independent, and the micro swifts are flying.

I remember the first time Apple saw her, and she was very angry. The lutea strings say acacia. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it was back from the clouds. ”

The princess felt the artistic conception in the words, and suddenly sneered: "Are you stupid when you are in the palace?" Is this choice of words and sentences your style? It's a great poem, but it's never from you! If you try to impress your ministers with it, you are in a pipe dream! ”

turned to stare at Yang Zhen and said, "Or do you think that you can impress this palace with this and give you a hug?" ”

Yang Zhen pretended to fail, but he pretended to be righteous and awe-inspiring: "Your Highness is too worried!" Our family is a martial artist, and I am good at fighting and killing, if I want to compose poetry, wouldn't I laugh off my big teeth? The poems are just copied by us, just for His Highness to make a comparison! Your Highness will look at it again, and what strange things will you find? ”

The princess looked at Yang Zhen for a while, stared at the thing carefully, and said, "If you want to say that it is strange, there are still some unique things about this thing." ”

Then he shook his head: "But it's nothing, although it's rare, but I'm royal, and I also have cloth for writing, and the folk also have their own bamboo slips." ”

Yang Zhen said casually: "But the cost of this paper is 10,000 times lower than that of cloth." ”

As soon as the words fell, the princess's eyes burst out with a terrifying light, and the jade hands pinched the thing called paper. She raised her head, her voice trembling a little: "Is it difficult to make?" ”

Yang Zhen saw her appearance, and the bad mood of copying poems just now was swept away, and his heart was secretly refreshed, and he said loudly: "I named this thing paper, the cost is low, the production is simple, even if it is a small workshop, it is not a problem to make 10,000 sheets a day." ”

The princess has seen Yang Zhen's purpose clearly, and the doubts in her heart have disappeared.

She said to Yang Zhen excitedly: "Spread out this paper, and the number of readers will increase exponentially." In time, the national strength of the rejuvenation of the country will climb to the peak, far away from the country! Dominating the world is just around the corner. ”

Yang Zhen shook his head and said to the princess: "The country is strong, what does it have to do with Your Highness?" Competing for world domination is a matter of the future. Your Highness has spread it out, even if there are more readers, what good will it do with us? ”

He continued: "This thing must not be spread out, it must be strictly kept secret, and the production is limited, and it must be called precious and difficult to make to the outside world. Then His Royal Highness slowly gave it to the world's scholars. Let all the readers in the world receive the grace of your gift of paper. In a few years, the princess's peach and plum world can also become a pillar of the court. ”

The righteous and selfish thoughts in her heart flashed brightly, and the princess was silent, and finally made a decision: "Okay, you are responsible for this matter, you must keep it strictly confidential, and all the papers will be handed over to the palace." ”