Rui Xue snorted coldly: "Who cares about him." ”

The frightening wind smiled awkwardly, said goodbye and left, these two people are really harder than the other.

Obviously, they all remember each other in their hearts, but they have to pretend that they don't care.

The general was obviously not like this before, and when did he become so dishonest.

Rui Xue said that she didn't care about Zhao Fengnian and Ning Wangfu's affairs.

But I can't help but think about it when I'm free.

Reason after reason, even if she really didn't care.

But now that she is still Princess Ning after all, she can't let the things that Zhao Fengnian did behind her back affect her development.

Even if you don't participate, you have to figure out what Zhao Fengnian is busy with.

It's better than trying to deal with it every time it's time it's over.

After thinking about it, he still told Gu Lian that when he was not busy, he would go to Song Shimiao's side to inquire, and Zhao Fengnian's affairs were not going well.

In the next few days, I accompanied Rong Niang to sort out the materials to be sent to the north.

When the weather is good, I dig out those books to dry and organize some that I can take to the north.

This time, I really found a lot of interesting things.

The printing workshop of the Luo family can be regarded as prosperous for a while.

The front pages of many books have been preserved.

Some of the books are out of print today.

Ruixue also found a book of poems published by Huaiyu's grandfather.

There are also geographical atlases, tourist biographies and other documents.

Ruixue is very interested in these things, and sorts out a lot of them and keeps them for later reading.

There was an old wooden box in the stack, very abrupt, with a large rusty iron lock hanging on it.

When pried open, there were many scattered manuscripts stacked inside.

There was a box full of different notes, which were supposed to be sent to the workshop.

Ruixue's eyes are shining, and generally such things are very collectible.

The manuscripts of the literati and cannot be sold for a good price.

This is really a treasure found in the garbage heap, this family is really a clearance sale, and this thing is packaged and disposed of.

Busy calling the old money to appraise and see if there is a superb product that can be sold at a good price.

Lao Qian cautiously brought crystal lenses and silk gloves.

Carefully remove the manuscripts from the old wooden box that I don't know how long they have been in storage.

The one on top is better, and the further down it goes, the older it becomes.

Many manuscripts are broken and moldy because of too much time, and it seems that they are not easy to salvage.

The bottom layer was mostly bitten by insects and rats, and it was impossible to pick up the broken ones.

Old Qian shook his head again and again, straight and said it's a pity.

The older the future, the older it gets, and most of the people who can print the works into books are celebrities.

The manuscripts that can be left behind are naturally precious things.

It's a pity that it's all broken like this, it can't be sold for any price, and no one will want such garbage.

The above complete ones are mostly travelogues and the like, and they have no collection value, and no one will buy them at a high price.

Ruixue couldn't help but be a little disappointed, and thought that she had found a treasure, and it seemed that the Renjia family was not stupid.

Among the manuscripts sorted out by Lao Qian, there is a volume of literature rolled in parchment, which looks quite special.

Rui Xue was afraid that she would break it, so she begged Lao Qian to open this first.

The manuscript paper inside has turned yellow, but the handwriting is very clear and vigorous.

At first glance, the brushstrokes were still a little familiar, and Ruixue hurriedly looked at a few lines and hurriedly closed them.

There are a lot of very bold remarks written on it, about government decrees, about reform, about the lives of the people.

At the moment, it is all a reactionary remark that properly subverts the rule of the imperial power.

Whoever is so bold as to dare to write such a thing can still print it in a book and distribute it.

At the end, I didn't see the signature, but the more I looked at the handwriting, the more I felt familiar.

The wax seal on the parchment scroll was still neat, and it seemed that the manuscript had not been printed.

This family is also bold enough, but fortunately it was not printed at the time, otherwise I am afraid that it would not have survived today.

The person who can write such a thing should not be an unknown person.

I wonder who gave birth to such avant-garde and pragmatic ideas more than ten years ago, or decades ago.

If Da Lan had really adopted his opinion at that time, even if it was only a little bit, would it be a different scene today?

"Uncle Qian, look at this handwriting, it's the brushstrokes of that person. Are you still alive today? ”

Old Qian put down the manuscript in his hand and turned his head to look at it.

Shook his head slightly: "I can't see it, but this Feng looks a little familiar." ”

A little curiously moved closer to Ruixue, frowning, and stretching a little.

"Eh, miss, is King Ning's words a little bit of this momentum, and the brushstrokes look like they are in the same vein, you show it to him, maybe he can know."

was said by Lao Qian, Rui Xue also suddenly realized.

Isn't it, no wonder she looks familiar, Zhao Fengnian's handwriting is exactly the same as this.

Lao Qian was still looking at the manuscript, and the expression on his face changed.

"Miss, this thing should be put away quickly, and it should no longer be displayed to the public, it will not benefit you and me."

Ruixue nodded, carefully wrapping the manuscript back in the parchment.

She could probably guess whose masterpiece it was.

With such vision and courage, and the ability to print these insights into a book, I want to vigorously promote them.

Except for Zhao Fengnian, who was still the crown prince at the time, and his father, there would be no one else.

It's just a pity that it didn't get printed and promoted.

If he hadn't given up the throne because of a woman at that time, Da Lan would have been more than a star and a half stronger than he is now.

Zhao Fengnian didn't have to go through those loneliness and suffering.

Ruixue thought so, but shook her head with a smile.

How can there be any early knowledge and ifs in this world, if that is the case, Zhao Fengnian will not exist.

This thing should be given to Zhao Fengnian, after all, it was left by his father.

Even if it doesn't come true, it's a thought for him.

After a few busy days, I finally sorted out the things that Rong Niang wanted to transport to the north.

On the tenth day of the first lunar month, Gu Jingjue brought people to the village as agreed.

Dressed neatly and with her hair tied up high, she had no intention of dressing as a man.

can be ridden on a horse, and everywhere there is this heroic and sassy taste.

Ruixue was particularly envious.

Gu Jingjue is one of the few girls who knows what she wants.

And be willing to put in the effort and time to achieve what you want.

This alone is much stronger than others, and it is worth Ruixue to intersect with her and go hand in hand.

The departure date was determined, and Lao Qian also packed his bags.

The previous work has been handed over clearly, and two more stable apprentices have been left to take over their work and set off with the car.

Things were solved one by one, and the new year kicked off.

Rui Xue looked at the distant convoy and thought silently in her heart, hoping that everything would be safe and smooth.

(End of chapter)