You don't have to think about it to know.

Now show it to the little empress, and she won't agree to wear it if she says anything.

"Until Emperor Zhou's accident, I had to hide it, and I couldn't let her know what black silk was."

Thinking of this, Fang Xiu looked at the fair face in front of him and said casually:

"The minister put it in the house, and when I have a chance next time, I will show it to Your Majesty."

Wu Mingkong glanced at Fang Xiu up and down, and said suspiciously:

"The black silk you are talking about, it can't be something strange, right?"

Fang Xiu said: "Of course not, the so-called black silk is actually a garment made of silk, showing an ink color, which complements His Majesty's noble temperament. ”

"Really?"

Seeing Fang Xiu praising herself, the little empress looked even more suspicious.

Fang Xiu nodded, and said with a straight face: "Your Majesty, rest assured, the minister is a serious person, and will never let Your Majesty wear some messy and strange clothes." ”

Seeing that the little empress is still entangled in this matter.

Fang practiced and said, "The minister still has something to do, so I won't bother Your Majesty." ”

"Retire!"

With that, turn around and leave.

The little empress looked at Fang Xiu's back, almost certainly.

Black Silk ...... It's not a serious piece of clothing!

"Is it a black silk belly pocket?"

The idea popped up.

Wu Mingkong's mind couldn't help but think of himself wearing a black silk belly pocket, revealing Sheng Xue's fragrant shoulders, and turning in a circle in front of Fang Xiu.

"This color embryo will only think about some indecent things all day long."

Wu Mingkong took a sip, no longer dwelling on this matter, but looked at Lin Wan'er behind him.

Said coldly: "You had a good laugh just now?" ”

Lin Wan'er shuddered, squeezed out a smile, and said:

"Your Majesty heard it wrong, the slave didn't laugh......"

Wu Mingkong glared at her, and said angrily: "You say it again, you didn't laugh!" ”

Lin Wan'er lowered her head pitifully, and said aggrievedly: "The slave doesn't want to laugh, but I really can't help it." ”

Wu Mingkong said angrily: "Are you still wronged?" ”

Lin Wan'er lowered her head and didn't dare to speak.

"From today onwards, clean the Heart Nourishing Hall ten times a day!"

After Wu Mingkong finished speaking, his heart suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

"Humph! I can't help that traitor with Fang Xiu, and I can't help you with it! ”

When Lin Wan'er heard this, she was even more aggrieved.

"Your Majesty is in the nest, he was bullied by Fang Xiang, and he will only be angry with his personal maid."

"Woo woo woo ......"

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

Great Zhou, Jinyang Mansion.

Jiangyue Pavilion.

Wu Yi, who had just come out of the edict prison, and a scholar surnamed Sun walked together and found a place to sit down at random.

"Little Er, serve the wine!"

Wu Yi took out a small piece of broken silver from his arms, put it on the table, and said quite magnificently.

On the side, a small servant immediately stepped forward to greet him, accompanied by a smiling face, and asked, "Guest officer, what kind of wine do you want?" ”

Wu Yi said: "A pot of drunken flower stuffing, a plate of peanuts, and a plate of cold dishes mixed with food." ”

"Okay! Wait, the food will be there soon! ”

The little servant answered, picked up the broken silver, and went to drink.

Wu Yi looked at the back of the little guy, his face showed a look of amazement, and sighed:

"Who would have thought that I, who couldn't even afford a pot of wine half a month ago, would be able to order two side dishes today."

The scholar surnamed Sun smiled:

"At that time, I said that the edge of the sword is sharpened by itself, and the fragrance of plum blossoms is from the bitter cold, and one day Brother Wu will come out on top, and now it has come true."

Wu Yi waved his hand and said:

"It's still far from getting ahead, and I can only say that I can barely live like a person."

"If the characters in the script are more vivid, maybe they will be valued by His Majesty, and take an extra nine hundred taels of silver, then they will really get ahead."

The scholar surnamed Sun said: "It's already very good to get a hundred taels." ”

Wu Yi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but before he could speak, he heard someone at the next table ask curiously:

"You guys write scripts?"

Wu Yi looked at the man and nodded:

"Yes."

Get an affirmative answer.

Xie Zhengye's eyes lit up, he moved a chair and sat next to Wu Yi, and asked with interest:

"What's the name of the book you wrote? But Nie Xiaoqian? ”

Wu Yi shook his head and said, "No." ”

"Is that the Legend of the Condor Heroes?"

"Not really."

"Is it the Romance of the Three Kingdoms?"

It was the first time Wu Yi heard this name, and he was slightly stunned, and his eyes showed doubts.

"What is the Romance of the Three Kingdoms?"

Xie Zhengye didn't get the answers he wanted to three questions in a row, and his interest weakened a lot.

Hearing this question, he was even more surprised, and asked rhetorically: "You wrote the script, don't you know the Romance of the Three Kingdoms?" ”

“......”

Wu Yi was speechless for a while.

"Why do you need to know the Romance of the Three Kingdoms when you write a book? Be all abroad. ”

He thought so in his heart, but he didn't say it.

Seeing this, Xie Zhengye thought about it and asked again:

"Where did you write your script? Is it Daqian Monthly, or Jiangyue tabloid? ”

Daqian Monthly, Wu Yi knows.

What is the Jiangyue tabloid?

Wu Yi hesitated, shook his head and said, "Neither." ”

"That's the bookstore you walked through?"

Wu Yidao: "No, it hasn't been published yet, no accident, if there is a chance to publish it in the future, it will be in the big weekly monthly." ”

When he said this, a look of pride unconsciously appeared on his face.

Although this issue of the book he wrote was not selected for the Great Weekly Monthly.

But as one of the three who were rewarded with a hundred taels of silver.

As long as you work hard, you will have a chance to catch up with the next issue.

Big Weekly Monthly...... Just listen to the name, you can know what kind of status this newspaper has in Da Zhou.

One day, when the book is published in the newspaper, he will also be famous all over the world.

When I think about it, I feel that my heart is surging and indescribable.

At this time, a disdainful voice suddenly sounded, pulling him back from this state.

"Big Weekly Monthly? Who looks at that! ”

Xie Zhengye looked disdainful, looked at the diners at the table next to him, and asked, "Do you read the big weekly monthly?" ”

The diner shook his head and said, "No." ”

Xie Zhengye looked at another diner and asked the same question.

"Do you read the big weekly monthly?"

Got the same answer.

"Don't look!"

A diner said: "If you like to read scripts, who reads the big weekly monthly!" ”

Another diner added: "What is written in the big weekly monthly magazine is called a script? ”

The two diners looked at each other and smiled, understanding, and raised their glasses at the same time.

“......”

When Wu Yi and the scholar surnamed Sun saw this scene, they were all stunned.

In the next second, they reacted, and a raging anger rose in their eyes, wanting to scold.

Before he could speak, he heard Xie Zhengye on the side say:

"It's not for the two of you, it's really too bad!"

"What is printed is said to be a script, but in fact? It's all about promoting the imperial court, and it's really boring to read. ”

"It's just this kind of garbage, and it has to be sold for ten yuan, what else do the people of Hongwenguan say, ten yuan is the cost, and if it is less than ten yuan, you have to lose money......"

"It's a joke!"

"The quality of the paper is better, and the content of the script is more exciting, but it only sells for a penny."

"After all, don't you want to make more money?"

Speaking of which. Sighing, he continued:

"The imperial court is also true, people's Daqian monthly and Jiangyue tabloids, ready-made good examples, do not copy, have to typeset by themselves, and add some inexplicable content......

The published book is just boring, and it has to sing praises to the new emperor, how can this kind of thing be compared with other people's newspapers? ”

"I estimate that in the end, the imperial court will still bully people, ban Daqian Monthly and Jiangyue tabloids, and then secretly change the content of other people's houses to their own, and then change the name, and it will be over."

Hear this.

Wu Yi and the two glanced at each other, but they didn't know what to say.

It turns out that the hundreds of scholars who have forgotten their hearts are just rubbish in the eyes of the people of the Great Zhou?

If you think about it, it's normal.

It's not that they write badly.

It's really "Nie Xiaoqian" and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" that are so well written.

For the people who love to read the script, they are delicacies from the mountains and seas, big fish and meat, and then feed them some coarse tea and light rice, which is naturally unaccustomed.

How to say that.

It is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift.

It's the same thing.

"Hey......"

Wu Yi sighed, slowly lowered his head, and the whole person was lost to the extreme.

At this time, the voice of the little guy came from not far away.

"Guest officer, your wine and food are ready!"

The little servant put the wine and food on the table in front of Wu Yi.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a stack of newspapers from his arms, walked to the middle of the restaurant, and said loudly:

"The latest issue of Jiangyue tabloid, a penny! Got something to buy? ”

As soon as the words fell.

The entire Jiangyue Pavilion set off a wave of enthusiasm.

"I want one!"

"I want one too!"

“......”

Seeing this, the little guy took the newspaper and distributed it table by table.

Seeing this, Wu Yi did not hesitate, and said in the same loud voice:

"Give me a copy too!"

"Okay, guest officer, this is yours!"

The little servant placed a newspaper on Wu Yi's desk.

Wu Yi stretched out his hand to take it, and what caught his eye was eight big characters - Fangtian is taxed, and it is spread into acres.

"Fangtian is taxed evenly, and the land is divided into acres?"

Wu Yi was slightly stunned, his pupils narrowed, and he subconsciously felt that something big was going to happen.

The words I had planned to read were left behind, and I skimmed the lines of small print below from top to bottom.

"Clear the acres of land, approve the amount, equalize the tax burden, and integrate the land......"

Look at it.

Wu Yi's eyes widened, his face turned red, and his hands holding the newspaper trembled with excitement.

"These are all good things for the benefit of the country and the people!"

"Your Majesty is wise!"

A moment later.

Read it all.

He couldn't help but applaud loudly:

"Good! That's great! ”

And next to him.

Xie Zhengye, the diner who was talking about it just now, looked at the newspaper in his hand, but his face was gloomy to the extreme.

As the son of the Cabinet University Scholar Xie Qian.

He knows it well.

Neither His Majesty nor the Cabinet can carry out such a radical move at this time!

"Isn't this newspaper inexplicably printing these things forcing the gentry and nobles to rebel?"

"No! Tell your father about it! ”

Thinking of this, Xie Zhengye no longer had the slightest hesitation, stood up, and left the restaurant in a hurry.