Fang Xiu smiled and said, "More than that, the newspaper is far more important than you think. ”

"Well, people get it......"

Daji answered, but there was still a trace of doubt in her heart.

After all, it's just a piece of paper, can it really play such a big role?

Fang Xiu saw Daji's expression and instantly understood her thoughts, but he didn't say anything, just picked up the newspaper, handed it to her, and ordered:

"The first issue was printed like this, and as much as you could, it was sold to various places at the price of a penny."

Daji reached out and took the newspaper, carefully folded it, and put it in her arms.

With charming eyes, he looked at Fang Xiu and said solemnly:

"Don't worry, master, people will definitely handle this matter."

Da Ji did things, Fang Xiu was still more at ease.

With a smile on his face, he reached out and stroked Daji's little head, and said in a gentle tone, "It's hard work." ”

Daji's delicate little face showed a look of satisfaction, and said softly:

"It's not hard to do things for the master."

............

In the blink of an eye, it was seven days later.

Mid-Autumn Festival.

The sky was not yet dark, and Chang'an City was already full of fiery red lanterns.

On both sides of the street, the flags of the shops flutter high on the horizontal cornices.

Everywhere is a sparkling carriage and horses, and a constant stream of pedestrians.

A gust of wind blew, rolling up the smoke and dust of the city, drifting into the distance.

In the south of the city, the most prosperous market in Chang'an City, there is the tallest building in the whole city except for the Fengtian Temple-Moon Viewing Tower.

This is a restaurant that has been inherited for nearly 100 years, witnessing the rise and fall of Daqian in recent years.

The shopkeeper is a beautiful woman, surnamed Tang, who is said to be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

On weekdays, it is never revealed.

Only three months ago, when Prime Minister visited the Moon Tower, she played a song.

The tactful and somewhat sad sound of the piano, such cold and noble, like a little red plum in the snow dance, is unforgettable......

The diners present still remember it and are still amazed.

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, as the best place to watch the moon in the capital, the Moon Viewing Building will definitely attract many dignitaries and nobles to come, but I don't know if the Tang shopkeeper can present another song on the occasion of this grand event."

In the Moon Viewing Building, a young scholar picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and said with a look of expectation on his face.

At the next table, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man spoke:

"Don't think about it, in the whole Daqian, there are only two people who can let the Tang shopkeeper touch the qin, one is His Majesty the Emperor, and the other is the Prime Minister, do you think these two can come to the Moon Viewing Tower?"

"Why not? The Prime Minister didn't just come some time ago, and I heard that he promised to take the Tang shopkeeper as a concubine, but the Tang shopkeeper was arrogant and didn't want to be a concubine......"

Before the young scholar could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a middle-aged man.

"Do you believe this kind of rumor? What kind of identity does the prime minister have, how can he accept a businessman as a concubine? Moreover, for a businessman, being able to be the concubine of the prime minister is a great gift, how could the shopkeeper Tang refuse? ”

Hear this.

The young scholar was a little unhappy, frowned, and argued: "The Prime Minister is indeed in a high position, but the shopkeeper Tang also has the reputation of being the first beauty in the capital, and it is normal for people to be arrogant, right?" ”

The middle-aged man sneered and said disdainfully: "What is the first beauty in the capital, in the eyes of us and others, she is high and cannot be blasphemed, but in the eyes of the real big man, she is just a plaything." ”

The young scholar looked angry, stretched out his finger at the middle-aged man, and said angrily: "You, how can you be so light and thin with Shopkeeper Tang, it's just vulgar!" ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, he glanced at him, sneered, seemed to disdain to argue with him, picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and ignored it again.

Seeing this, a cloud of anger rose in the young scholar's chest, and he stood up suddenly, wanting to step forward to theorize.

Then.

A cold light suddenly appeared!

The wine glass in the middle-aged man's hand exploded without warning!

Shards burst out, slicing through his cheeks.

In an instant, blood poured in, staining his slightly vicissitudes of life red!

"Ahh

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and only then did he react to what had happened, covering his face scratched by the shards, and letting out a miserable wail.

"Who! Who is it! ”

He covered his face and looked around, screaming like madness, but he didn't see anyone with a weapon.

When the diners around him saw him making a big noise, they all cast disgusted looks, and they only thought he was crazy.

The scholar who had been arguing with him before, when he saw this scene, showed a relieved smile and said:

"You deserve it!"

............

The third floor of the Moon Viewing Building, on the side of the river.

In the wings.

Tang Yixue, who was praised as "the first beauty in Beijing" by the people of Beijing, stood by the window and looked at the sunset that was gradually setting in the west.

The two bent eyebrows seem to be frowning, and a pair of eyes are like crying but not crying.

There is a sorrow of two spirits, and there is a depression in the eyebrows.

"Hey......"

For a long time, she seemed to think of something, and let out a mournful sigh.

Hongchen has hatred for a long time, and the sideburns add gray hair to know autumn.

The country hates the family.

For her, words that should have been distant are now close at hand.

Three months ago, she was only one step away from entering the Prime Minister's Mansion, but it came to an abrupt end because the prime minister suddenly fainted.

Three months later, as if he had forgotten her, the prime minister never sent anyone to look for her, and not even a letter was delivered.

If it weren't for the exposure of his identity as the "remnant of the Night Country", there would only be one possibility.

At the beginning, the prime minister didn't look at her at all, and the reason why he promised her to be a concubine was just a whim after listening to the music.

Come to think of this.

Tang Yixue let out another sigh.

"Hey......"

Enter the Xiangguo Mansion.

Close to the Emperor.

Kill the Emperor.

Half a year has passed since my father's three-step plan, and even the first step has not been completed.

If you want to avenge the hatred of this country, I don't know when it will take.

"Goo, goo......"

Outside the window, there was the sound of birdsong.

Tang Yixue's willow eyebrows curled slightly, a touch of helplessness appeared between her eyebrows, she stood up, walked behind the little maid on the side, and ordered:

"Yu'er, go to Chen's rouge shop in the north of the city to pick up a box of rouge."

The little maid who was called Yu'er was reading the newspaper and was fascinated by it, when she heard Tang Yixue's voice, she was startled, screamed, and jumped away from the chair.

Tang Yixue was also taken aback by her, took a step back, covered her heart with her hand, frowned and said, "What's wrong?" ”

Hear this.

Yu'er realized that it was the young master who shouted herself, her delicate face showed a look of shame, lowered her head, and whispered: "I'm sorry, young master, the slave maid was reading the newspaper just now, and she was fascinated by it, and it disturbed you, it's really damned." ”

Tang Yixue's brows furrowed slightly, and she said with some doubts: "What is this newspaper, why have you all been obsessed with it for the past few days?" ”

Obviously.

It's not the first time something like this has happened in the past few days.