Lu Yao intends to get close to Hou Junji, the head of the household department.

Bai Song is about to become the young master of the crown prince.

The crown prince Li Chengqian and Hou Junji did not have a good end in history.

The tide of the times seems to be pushing Bai Song and Bai Song's friends towards the back of history.

In the seventeenth year of Zhenguan, the prince rebelled, and all the cadres who had a relationship with the prince Li Chengqian were executed.

If he becomes the young master of the crown prince, will he be implicated in the future?

Bai Song couldn't see that far.

However, there are still a full ten years to go before the turn of events recorded in history.

This was not too much of a threat, and Bai Song had plenty of time to withdraw after realizing that something was wrong.

It is even possible to stop some things.

The historical process that Bai Song has always wanted to protect has changed imperceptibly.

Bai Song was actually aware of this.

For example, the Dongying people who entered Beijing this year, according to historical records, the Dongying people should have appeared a year earlier.

It is not as good as the prince's coming-of-age ceremony, which should also be held a year earlier.

The bigger loophole is the Holy Lotus Cult in Yizhou.

Bai Song did not know whether history did not record this event, or whether history was biased for some reason.

Bai Song gradually felt powerless, and the historical process he wanted to protect was simply empty talk.

The vast river of history, the bits and pieces of time records, where can he grasp alone?

When he said that Xiao Wu would never come to Chang'an, Bai Song opened a branch in the history books because of his selfishness, so that the original trajectory went further and further in a completely different direction.

The appearance of "Dream of Red Mansions" is another capricious stroke of Bai Song in the history books.

But Datang has become more and more exciting because of this.

Chen's Publishing House rushed to produce the first batch of manuscripts of "Dream of Red Mansions", excerpting the first five chapters of the full text.

Based on the 80 manuscripts provided by Bai Song, Chen's Publishing House prepared to release it to the people in batches in 16 volumes.

"Dream of Red Mansions" is a slow-burning book, a book that needs to be chewed and swallowed slowly, which is fundamentally different from "Three Kingdoms".

The advent of Dream of Red Mansions is not a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and the advent of the first volume is more like a knife chiseling a thin hole in the ice.

In the first three days, Bai Song did not hear any news about the Red Mansion among the people.

Three days later, there were few people in the market.

No one even said the title of the book, only that it was a new draft published by Chen's Publishing House.

At this time, Bai Song realized the difference between Shuangwen and Xiwen, and it was also thanks to the full recommendation of Chen's Publishing House.

All the semicolons in Chang'an City have pulled up large posters of "Dream of Red Mansions", and the entire bookshelf is used to display the scrolls of the Red Chamber and place them in the most conspicuous position.

Whether it is buying a book or reading a book, even the people passing by can see the three big characters of "Dream of Red Mansions" for the first time.

Seven days later, "A Dream of Red Mansions" was updated five to ten times, and the former Oiran poetry girl of Tianxiang Pavilion re-emerged from the mountain, and a song from the funeral flower chant in "A Dream of Red Mansions" broke the hearts of thousands of literati.

Accumulate steadily.

Dream of Red Mansions has experienced a little twists and turns, and finally became popular.

The explosion of Dream of Red Mansions was overnight, and the books that had been produced in the early stage were swept away.

All the printing machines of Chen's Books were rotated all day, and there was no time to produce them.

Chen Xirong considered whether to add more than a dozen movable type printing machines.

And the second-hand manuscript of "Dream of Red Mansions" has been fried by scalpers to ten taels of silver a piece.

You must know that the price of a book is only 50 yuan.

Even fifty texts are ten times more expensive than ordinary books.

This is the Tang Dynasty, where there are very few items of exaggerated value, and there are very few items measured in silver.

It is already an incomprehensible thing for a book to be fried for ten taels of silver.

Construction of the Beiding Royal Mansion has begun.

There are dozens of more demolition households in Changle Fang.

To resettle the demolition households, Bai Songdong scraped together 20,000 taels of silver to enter.

All of a sudden, the old bottom that he had accumulated was polished.

The fifth day of April.

The contents of the third volume of "Dream of Red Mansions" were not updated on time.

Thousands of book lovers protested at the entrance of Chen's Publishing House.

On this day, my sister Bai Rou finally arrived.

To be precise, my sister Bai Rou had arrived in Chang'an a few days ago.

But the batch of cement she oversaw needed to be distributed to various construction sites.

This is the first time that Jixian County's cement has entered Chang'an in large quantities, and every detail must be carefully compared, which construction site uses how much, and the guys brought by Youzhou must have a number in their hearts, and they don't have to do the same work themselves in the future.

So Bai Rou was delayed for a few days outside Chang'an City.

On the same day, there was another big event.

Spring release list.

Bai Song's name appeared on the list without suspense.

Bai Song's position is in the middle and lower reaches, with more than one hundred and seventy people.

One step further.

Although I expected it, I was also happy.

Bai Rou entered Chang'an for the first time, and Bai Song put everything away and spent a day traveling to Chang'an with his sister.

Bai Rou and Sang Sang are of the same age, and they are both seventeen or eighteen little girls.

The previous Bai Rou didn't look as calm as Sangsang.

After more than half a year of training, my sister has inadvertently changed a lot.

In the car, Bai Song always looked at his sister inadvertently, felt the presence of Xiang'er from his sister's body, and felt that Xiao Nizi was dyed with some Xiang'er's temperament, and she felt like she was at the helm of a big family.

The scenery of Chang'an does not attract Bai Rou too much.

The slim girl is becoming more and more mature, and her temperament is not as good as before, I don't know if it is due to psychological reasons or other feelings, Bai Song feels that her sister is better looking than several ladies.

I really can't think of any man worthy of her.

"Brother, why are you staring at people?"

"I haven't seen you for more than a year, and if you judge the two of you, you naturally want to see more."

Bai Rou smiled lightly, no longer looked at the scenery outside the car, and turned her head to Bai Song: "Look, let you take a good look." ”

After speaking, he tilted his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked a beautiful arc.

Bai Song looked at it and gently touched his sister's head, feeling a little emotional, but he didn't know what to say.

Bai Rou obediently leaned lightly on her brother's shoulder, closed her eyes, and said quietly: "In my sister's heart, my brother is still the same brother, and he hasn't changed at all. Now life is better, but my sister often dreams of sleeping in a small grass hut with her brother, and I felt very bitter at that time, but now I feel very nostalgic. ”

"Silly girl, when did you become sentimental."

"Brother, hold me and sleep for a while...... With your taste, my sister won't dream. ”

As she spoke, Bai Rou slowly slipped into Bai Song's arms, pillowed Bai Song's legs and closed her eyes.

"Didn't you say it was out to play?"

"With my brother here, it doesn't matter where I go." Bai Rou said, squinting her eyes, "Just let the coachman keep walking like this, to the ends of the earth, until my sister wakes up." ”

"Okay, as long as you like, you can do whatever you want."

A horse-drawn carriage wandered aimlessly through the streets and alleys of Chang'an City, without stopping.

The girl in the car gradually became sleepy, and said lightly before falling asleep: "My brother has a lot of women's smells on his body." ”