Just when Lanzhou was boiling over because of Wen Yunxi's acceptance of apprentices, the Qingzhu Weekly finally reached the imperial city.

"The ninth brother is really getting more and more wasteful."

Xuan Hong's fingers slid over the portraits in the newspaper, a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth.

It's just that Sang Fu can't be handled, and he still allows a wanderer to be unscrupulous, the daughter of a squire who has been beheaded, and dares to advocate that she is the reincarnation of the god of green bamboo medicine, and also runs a medical hall that is not like the four, which is extremely ridiculous.

"Your Highness, do you want to send someone to Lanzhou?" Pei Xun put down the newspaper in his hand, and compared to the first one, he read the second one more carefully.

"No, you let people keep an eye on the third brother's side, he will definitely make a big move recently."

Those who dare to force the palace will never be satisfied with the position of just the king of the domain, let alone the desolate place in the north, his third brother definitely has a trick, and it is impossible to accept his fate like that.

Pei Xun looked up at Xuan Hong, and sighed silently in his heart, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince still ignored Xuan Lin as always, perhaps because he watched this youngest brother grow up, in his eyes, the seventeen-year-old Xuan Lin, even if he also became a vassal king, was still a child who had not grown up.

"Your Highness, there may be changes over there in Lanzhou." Where the responsibilities are, Pei Jing, as a subordinate official of the prince, still reminded him dutifully.

"What can change? Sanfu is not a vegetarian. ”

When Sang Fu entered the imperial city to worship before, although Xuan Hong didn't take Xuan Lin in his eyes, he still met Sang Fu alone, that is, a wolf who was not satisfied, with him in Lanzhou Town, Xuan Lin couldn't turn over the flowers at all, and it was his luck not to be eaten and wiped clean by him.

Pei Xun pointed his finger at Wen Yunxi's portrait, "Your Highness, this person is too variable, with her stirring in the middle, Sang Fu may suffer a big loss." ”

He didn't know much about Lanzhou, and he hadn't heard of Wen Yunxi before, but judging from the content of the newspaper, Wen Yunxi was by no means a general, and with the development of her power, she felt that the situation in Lanzhou would be disrupted, and in the chaos, if Xuan Lin seized the opportunity, he was likely to take control of Lanzhou.

Lanzhou is different from other places, just a few years after entering the You Dynasty, the imperial court control is extremely loose, and the people do not have much sense of identity with the imperial court, as long as Xuanlin controls Lanzhou, it will completely become an area that the imperial court cannot manage, plus the terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack, which can completely keep him away from the disputes in the Central Plains.

If he is relieved to be a vassal king, he is afraid that he will use this to raise troops and develop, and when others are exhausted, another fisherman will profit, and they will work in vain.

Xuan Hong frowned when he heard this, although he felt that Pei Xun was making a fuss, he still nodded and said, "You go and arrange it." ”

Now that the emperor's health is getting worse and worse, he really doesn't have the energy to distract himself from Xuanlin's side, and the most important thing is to stare at those restless ones.

Pei Xun breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and retired to make arrangements.

Not only did the prince's mansion get the newspaper, but the relatives and friends of the shopkeeper Liu also held dozens of copies in their hands, and because the content was quite novel, they sent the newspaper out again, and gradually spread in the imperial city.

"Look what I've brought."

On the second floor of the teahouse, the young man in brocade motioned to his entourage to put the newspaper on the table.

Several people at the same table were immediately attracted to the eye, and they didn't take their hands, just set the table and looked at it.

"These girls are well drawn, meticulous and expressive, and there is a faint heroic spirit between their eyebrows and eyes."

"This is Su Qiao's painting style, he is not dead yet."

"It's really him, you see what is written under the text."

"Hey, then I'm at a loss, Su Zhuangyuan, who I bought back for a few thousand taels of silver three months ago, is extinct, I'm afraid it's hard to change hands."

Although Su Qiao's painting skills are exquisite, but still not as good as those famous artists, the reason why his paintings can be sold at a high price is entirely because he became famous as a young man but was short-lived, he was exiled to death as soon as he became a champion, and his paintings became extinct, so there was naturally room for appreciation.

Who would have thought that he not only lived a good life in Lanzhou, but also ran a newspaper full of his words and paintings, where there was still a market for those "extinct" before.

"Hey, don't patronize the paintings, look at the article on this, it's the first time I've seen such an arrogant liar, not only saying that he is the reincarnation of the god of medicine, but also using the so-called magic medicine to treat people with broken arms and legs."

"Something, crazy, who believes it."

After reading the first one, when they saw the second one, everyone was silent at first, and then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, it's really bold, dare to make up anything, and use magic medicine to make people grow arms and legs again, so what kite also donated millions, it's a fool."

Maybe there is really a big donation, but the regrowth of arms and legs is definitely a scam, and it must be colluded with others, that Wen Yunxi is really so godly, why didn't he make any moves when he was in the imperial city before? If you have that ability, why stay in a place like Lanzhou.

"Hey, don't look at these ridiculous things, I bought new dried fruits here, you can taste them."

The newspaper was swept off the table by a few youths, and until they left, they were forgotten in a corner.

This night, a dilapidated house outside the city.

"Why are you copying books again, rest early."

"Uncle Liu, I'm almost done, the water is hot in the pot, you go and soak your feet." The young man did not lift his head, but continued to transcribe in the dim candlelight.

"Alas, I can't persuade you, you can eat these and copy them."

A large paper bag was placed in front of the young man, exuding a faint sweet fragrance.

"Got it, thank you Uncle Liu."

Until the sound of the door closing, the young man fried a few more lines of words before picking up the paper bag, Uncle Liu worked as a running boy in the teahouse, and sometimes he was lucky enough to pick up some leftover pastries eaten by customers.

The young man opened the paper bag, pinched a piece of mung bean cake and took two bites, and when he saw the ink spots on the pastry, he noticed that the paper used to wrap the pastry today was different.

The young man hurriedly took out all the pastries, spread the two pieces of paper on the table again, and the first thing he saw was the vivid portraits of women, and the more he looked down, the more fascinated he became.

Not only is his painting skills good, but even the articles are written in an easy-to-understand manner, which seems to be full of vernacular, but he can explain things clearly in a short space, and he is worthy of Su Qiao, who became the champion at the age of seventeen.

After carefully reading the two newspapers, the young man looked at the flickering candle flame and was silent for a long time.

Compared with Su Qiao, he was lucky, although he was dismissed, he only suffered a plate and fired his family, and he could stay in the imperial city and continue to wait for the opportunity. At the same time, he was unlucky, he didn't get a chance for three years, and he was so depressed that he could only pick up other people's leftover pastries to eat, but Su Qiao broke his own way in Lanzhou.

Perhaps, he should also think about it, whether to stay in the stormy imperial city and continue to wait for the opportunity, or go to those tiger and wolf lands to break through.

Su Qiao, who was far away in Lanzhou, was happily counting the money, and he didn't know what kind of changes these two newspapers would bring to Lanzhou.

(End of chapter)