Chapter 173 It may be a variable
Just when Lanzhou was in an uproar because of Wen Yunxi's acceptance of a disciple, Qingzhu Weekly finally reached the imperial city.
"Ninth brother is really getting more and more useless."
Xuanhong ran his fingers over the portraits in the newspaper, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.
It's just that he can't deal with Sang Fu, but he still allows an outlaw to run wild. The daughter of a beheaded minister dares to boast that she is the reincarnation of the green bamboo medicine god, and also runs a medical clinic that looks completely different. It's ridiculous.
"Your Highness, do you want to send someone to Lanzhou?" Pei Yun put down the newspaper in his hand and read the second copy more carefully than the first one.
"No, you have people keep an eye on Third Brother. He will definitely make big moves recently."
Those who dare to force the palace will never be satisfied with the mere position of vassal king, let alone a desolate place like the north. His third brother definitely has options, and he cannot just accept his fate.
Pei Yun looked up at Xuan Hong and sighed silently in his heart. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince still ignored Xuan Lin as always. Perhaps it was because he watched the youngest brother grow up. In his eyes, the 17-year-old Xuan Lin, even though he had also become The feudal king is still a child who has not grown up.
"Your Highness, there may be changes in Lanzhou." Pei Yun, as an official of the prince, reminded him of his responsibilities.
"What can change? Sang Fu is not a vegetarian."
When Sang Fu went to the imperial city to worship before, although Xuan Hong didn't take Xuan Lin seriously, he still met Sang Fu alone once. He was a wolf who was insatiable. With him in Lanzhou, Xuan Lin couldn't do anything. Come on, it's his luck if he doesn't eat him up.
Pei Yun pointed at Wen Yunxi's portrait with his finger, "Your Highness, this person is too unpredictable. With her interfering in the middle, Sang Fu may suffer a big loss."
He didn't know much about Lanzhou, and he had never heard anything about Wen Yunxi before, but judging from the contents of the newspaper, Wen Yunxi was by no means an ordinary person. As her power grew, he felt that the situation in Lanzhou would be affected. In the chaos, if Xuan Lin seizes the opportunity, he may take control of Lanzhou.
Lanzhou is different from other places. Just a few years after it was included in the You Dynasty, the imperial control was extremely loose, and the people did not have much recognition of the imperial court. As long as Xuan Lin controlled Lanzhou, it would become an area beyond the imperial control. In addition, 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 content with being a vassal king, he is afraid that he will use this opportunity to raise troops and develop. When others are exhausted from fighting, another fisherman will profit, and their work will be in vain.
Xuanhong frowned when he heard this. Although he felt that Pei Yun was making a fuss, he still nodded and said, "You go ahead and make arrangements."
Now that the emperor's health is getting worse and worse, he really doesn't have the energy to distract himself from Xuan Lin. The most important thing is to keep an eye on those restless people.
Pei Yun breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this and resigned to make arrangements.
Not only did the Prince's Mansion get the newspaper, but shopkeeper Liu's relatives and friends also held dozens of copies. Because the content was quite novel, they sent the newspaper out again, and it gradually spread throughout the imperial city.
"Look what I brought."
On the second floor of the teahouse, a young man in golden clothes signaled his entourage to put the newspaper on the table.
The people at the same table were immediately attracted to it, and they didn't even take it in their hands. They just laid it out on the table.
"These girls are well painted, detailed and lifelike, and there is a faint sense of heroism between their eyebrows."
"This is Su Qiao's style of painting, he's not dead yet."
"It's indeed him, look at what's written below."
"Hey, then I've suffered a big loss. Su Zhuangyuan, who I bought for several thousand taels of silver three months ago, has disappeared. I'm afraid it will be difficult to change hands." Although Su Qiao's painting skills are superb, he is still not as good as those famous artists. The reason why the paintings can be sold at high prices is entirely because he became famous as a young man but was short-lived. He was exiled and died just after he became the number one scholar. His paintings have become extinct, so there is naturally room for appreciation.
Who would have thought that not only was he living well in Lanzhou, but he also ran a newspaper full of his calligraphy and paintings. How could there be a market for those "extinct" things before?
"Hey, don't just look at the paintings, read the article here. It's the first time I've seen such an arrogant liar. He not only claims that he is the reincarnation of the medicine god, but also uses so-called magic medicine to treat people with broken arms and legs. "
"What is this? It's crazy. Who can believe it?"
After reading the first copy, when they saw the second copy, everyone was silent at first, and then burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, you are so bold. You dare to make up anything, and use magic medicine to make people grow arms and legs again. So why don't Kite donate millions, he is just a fool."
Maybe someone really took advantage of the donation, but the thing about the arms and legs growing back is definitely a scam, and must be colluded with someone. That Wen Yunxi is really so awesome, why didn't he do anything when he was in the imperial city before?If you have that ability, why bother staying in a place like Lanzhou.
"Hey, don't look at these ridiculous things. I bought new dried fruits here. You can try them."
The newspapers were swept off the table by several young people and were forgotten in the corner until they left.
That night, there was a broken house outside the city.
"Why are you copying books again? Go to bed early."
"Uncle Liu, I'm almost done copying. The water is hot in the pot. Go and soak your feet." The young man continued copying under the dim candlelight without raising his head.
"Hey, I can't persuade you. Just eat these and copy them."
A large paper bag was placed in front of the young man, exuding a faint sweet fragrance.
"I know, thank you Uncle Liu."
It wasn't until the sound of closing the door that the young man typed out a few more lines before he picked up the paper bag. Uncle Liu worked as a waiter in a teahouse. Sometimes he would be lucky enough to pick up some leftover cakes from the guests. Now that he was in such a state of poverty, he didn't care. Feeling diaphragmatic.
The young man opened the paper package, took a few bites of the mung bean cake, and when he saw the ink spots on the pastry, he noticed that the paper used to wrap the pastry was different today.
The young man quickly took out all the pastries and flattened the two pieces of paper on the table. The first thing he saw were the lifelike portraits of women. The further he looked down, the more fascinated he became.
Not only is his painting skills superb, but his articles are also written in an easy-to-understand manner. He seems to be full of vernacular, but he explains things clearly in a short space of time. He is worthy of Su Qiao, who became the number one scholar at the age of 17.
After carefully reading the two newspapers, the young man looked at the flickering candlelight and remained silent for a long time.
Compared with Su Qiao, he was lucky. Although he was fired from his official position, he only got fired from his job and could still stay in the imperial city and continue to wait for the same time, he was unlucky. He didn't get a chance for three years and was so depressed that he could only pick up other people's leftover pastries and eat them. However, Su Qiao carved his own way in Lanzhou.
Perhaps, he should think carefully about whether to stay in the imperial city where the storm is coming and continue to wait for opportunities, or to go to those places of tigers and wolves to make a breakthrough.
Su Qiao, who was far away in Lanzhou, was happily counting money, not knowing what changes these two newspapers would bring to Lanzhou.
(End of this chapter)