The painting is indeed very lively.

Not to mention that they are idle sesame petty officials who grow mushrooms, even those adults, many of them are just the scenery in front of people, and they will drink the northwest wind just when they go to Fengweilou a few times.

"It is said that the signature of Fengwei House is crab roe buns, let's think about how delicious it can be, woo woo, it's really delicious!" The painting was choked.

Such a delicious crab roe bun, poor his son can't eat it.

The words were full of oil, and the slightest discomfort of being on an errand with a woman was gone.

If other women are like Xin Zhizhao, he is willing to live in the women's pile!

"Can it be delicious, a cage of crab roe wrapped in a tael of silver." When Qi Beizhao said this, he didn't need to pay for it, but he also felt pain.

Is this eating crab roe buns? This is eating silver!

"The four brothers like to eat, and one of them will take two cages away later." Xin Yu drank half a glass of wine shallowly, his eyebrows stretched, and the corners of his lips smiled.

Although the four edicts in the West Hall are a little strange in the eyes of ordinary people, Xin Yu feels that it is very easy to get along.

"What's so embarrassing about that."

The four of them excused themselves, and when they left Fengwei Building, at the insistence of Xin Yu, each of them still carried two baskets of crab roe buns in their hands.

The next day, "crab roe bun" became a hot topic among the four people in the West Hall.

"My kid cried when he ate crab roe buns. It's my incompetence to be a father, if it weren't for the hard work, I wouldn't have been able to let the dog eat the crab roe buns of Fengweilou in this life. The painting was waiting for the edict to sigh.

Seeing that someone was coming over in the east hall, he deliberately raised his voice: "Brother painting, what you said is not right." It was you who made friends with Xin Zhizhao, and Ling Lang ate a crab roe bun with a basket of silver or two, so Ling Lang still relied on you as a father to eat it. ”

Passing by the East Hall, one of them almost fell.

How much? A silver or two and a cage?

When he entered the East Hall, he couldn't wait.

There was silence in the east hall, and after a while, one person stood up: "Ahem, I'll go out for a walk." ”

What kind of backbone is not spine, Xie Zhangyuan also specially vacated a room for Xin Zhizhao to work, is Xie Zhangyuan also spineless?

The clouds of yesterday's court staff have not yet dispersed, Xin Yu is the center of people's attention, so that the news of her banquet yesterday to treat a few people quickly spread quietly in the Hanlin Academy.

For a while, the number of people who came to the waiting hall suddenly increased.

These people don't really want to do anything, it's like something new has happened somewhere, or someone has picked up a gold brick, knowing that it will not be possible to pick up another brick in the past, but they will still go for a walk.

The autumn sun is warm, the windows of the office room are wide open, the rice paper is spread on the desk, and the girl in the green robe is writing something seriously.

"Everyone, don't disturb Xin Zhizhao's purity, Xin Zhizhao is writing a book." The word is waiting for the edict to whisper.

"Writing a book? What book did Xin Zhizhao write? ”

"Then I don't know, Xin Zhizhao only started writing today."

"It should be a story like "Journey to the West", right?"

"It's not."

"How do you know it's not—" The person who said this reacted and stopped suddenly.

Xin Yu walked over with a serious expression: "I have been taught a lot by my late mother, and I plan to compile some of my first mother's ideas into a book and publish them for dissemination. ”

Ancestral mother? Isn't Xin Zhizhao's mother the first queen!

This Hanlin servant was curious: "I heard that the secret technique of saving His Royal Highness the Third Prince was taught by the first queen, is Xin Zhizhao going to write these out?" ”

Others were excited.

Legend has it that Empress Xin knew a lot of novelties, and if she really wrote a book and printed it, she would definitely read it.

The words are waiting to be heard, but they want to persuade them.

Queen Xin is gone, that is Xin Zhizhao's ability, how can she write it and show it to others?

"Not those." Xin Yu shook his head in denial, "It's some propositions about the people of the world." ”

Helping the people through the world?

Some people lost interest when they heard this, but many more changed their eyes.

"I'm going to keep my thoughts in order." Xin Yu said politely, turned around and went back to the house.

The bait is now dropped, and it will take some time for the big fish and the small fish to smell it. I wonder what kind of fish will be attracted at that time?

In the past few days, the girl who occupies a room alone has stopped writing, and the waste paper has become a ball, and a lot of it has been lost on the table and on the ground.

On this day, Xin Yu pushed the door in, as if he swept it casually, and his eyes flashed.

One less paper ball was thrown on the side of the screen.

She looked unaware, walked to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down, grinding ink unhurriedly.

When he waited for the next office, the four representatives of the painting waiter came, and asked: "Is there anything wrong with Xin waiting?" If it's okay, a few of us will invite you to tea. ”

I have eaten several meals in a row, although I can't afford to invite Fengwei Lou, I always have to invite back once.

"I'm going to the bookstore today."

"Is it Green Pine Bookstore?" The word waits for the edict to come over and ask.

For a person like him, who is talented but can't write eight shares, he has a good impression of the dialogues and travelogues, and the reputation of Qingsong Bookstore is based on the stories of the story.

"Yes. I'm not writing a book, I've almost come up with ideas these days, and I'm writing fast. Later, I will go to Qingsong Bookstore and talk to the shopkeeper that the sixth volume of "Journey to the West" will be sold as a gift book. ”

"Given away for nothing?" Painting to be edicted shocked.

The edict advised: ""Journey to the West" is popular in the capital, and even people from other places will ask people to buy it, and I don't know how many people are waiting for the sixth volume. If each "Journey to the West" gives away a book of hard work, it will cost a lot of money! ”

"So go and discuss with the bookstore shopkeeper to see how many books are appropriate." Xin Yu's tone was slightly deep, "My ancestor was victimized by a traitor, and many of her claims are unknown. As a human daughter, if I can make my mother's thoughts be understood by more people, it will be considered a filial piety. ”

Actually, she didn't have that intention.

The people who come to buy books are all readers, and most of the people who can read and write are from wealthy backgrounds, or at least wealthy families.

They are not the beneficiaries of their mother's claims, or even their opponents. It can be said that this innovation can only be promoted from the top down, and it will not help much to spread it from the people first.

It is difficult for the poor people who cannot read big characters to understand the meaning, and even if they do, they will not be able to make a splash.

However, it is still possible to force the other party to act in a hurry, and the disappearing paper ball in the office room proves her idea.

"Na Xin will be busy with the edict, and we will meet again another day."

Because Xin Yu is no longer in the West Hall, these words are said while walking out, except for how many people in the West Hall have listened, it is difficult to say.

Xin Yu left the Hanlin Academy and went straight to Qingsong Bookstore.

At this time, the bookstore had a good business, and the students of Guozijian and the officials who went down to the government were the most common of these two types of people.

Xin Yu got out of the carriage and walked to the bookstore, where she was stopped by someone shouting.

"Kou—Miss Xin?"

The voice was somewhat familiar, Xin Yu stopped and turned around, recognizing the young man who called her: "Meng Gongzi." ”

Meng Fei walked over: "It's really Miss Xin, and I'm a little worried about admitting my mistake." ”

Xin Yu raised his eyebrows slightly.

She has no contact with Meng Fei, but Meng Fei's tone is not distant, it seems that it is because of Duan Yunlang's classmates and friends.

Thinking of Duan Yunlang, Xin Yu asked casually: "Why don't you see it...... Duan Ergongzi? ”

"Miss Xin doesn't know?" Meng Fei was surprised.