God-level Consort of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 372 This Story Is Purely Fictional

Royal Palace.

Li Er also soon learned that Du He was selling Datang Newspaper.

He frowned: "What is this Datang Xinbao?"

Wen Buren said: "It's probably a kind of notice. There are important news of the Tang Dynasty, anecdotes, romantic stories, and advertising world. Early in the morning, Du He printed [-] copies, or [-] sheets of paper, and prepared to sell them for two cents each!"

Li Er suddenly laughed: "I didn't expect that Du He, who has always been smart, would be so stupid. Although the people in Chang'an City are rich, they are not rich. Two cents a piece of paper, and two pages of books. Pretty much, it’s how the common people can buy this thing... Everyone wants to read the news, just go to the bulletin to see it, why spend two pennies..."

"I think so too," Wen Buren nodded, "I was only afraid that Du He had other purposes, so I rushed into the palace to report to His Majesty."

Li Er waved his hand generously: "Let him go, this kid, I don't know what tricks he used to let Changsun Chong marry Dai Liyun. This matter... is really beautiful, haha..."

Wen Buren: "..."

……

Sikong House.

The groom, Sun Chong, and the bride, Dai Liyun, came early in the morning to pay their respects to the eldest sun Wuji.

Although the eldest grandson Wuji felt that Dai Liyun had a bad background and was not worthy of the eldest grandson's family, but his son was in the same situation as him, and he was about to die. Dai Liyun's belly was the biggest hope. After a few days, I could figure it out .

It's just that the idea of ​​letting Changsun Chong marry Princess Changle still hasn't stopped.

Afterwards, he asked Dai Liyun to leave first, leaving Chang Sun Chong behind.

The eldest grandson Wuji said earnestly: "Chong'er, although you are sick now, you are the eldest son of the Sikong mansion and the son of my eldest grandson Wuji, and you cannot be mistaken because of this... The queen is seriously ill recently. Go and walk around the palace from time to time, and after a while, when the limelight has passed, we will bring up the matter of marrying Li Zhi again, as long as your aunt is here, we have hope, understand?"

Chang Sun Chong nodded excitedly.

Immediately, Changsun Wuji asked, "What unusual things have happened these few days?"

The eldest Sun Chong immediately said happily: "Father, you don't know, Du He has made a big joke these days. A few days ago, this kid claimed that he would give Sun Simiao [-] coins to study mice... Today, Then the news came out that Du He himself made a thing called Datang Xinbao, which was actually a notice... He even wanted to sell it for two cents a piece. When the news spread, everyone said that Du He must be crazy. I’ll buy this stuff when I’m full and have nothing to do.”

Before the words fell, they heard noisy voices coming from outside.

The father and son were very curious, so they walked from the lobby to the gate, looked up, and saw a group of seven or eight-year-old children in tattered clothes running past the gate, holding a stack of papers in their hands.

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers..."

"Datang Xinbao, Datang's first newspaper!"

"How often did the short grandson pamper the girl at home in the middle of the night, and was frightened by the assassin rushing to the door..."

At first, Changsun Wuji knew that it was Du He's work, so he didn't take it seriously, but when he heard the last sentence, he became calm.

How many short grandchildren are there?

It sounds so strange.

The point is, when playing games at home in the middle of the night, it was none other than his eldest grandson Wuji who was frightened to the point of losing his glory.

Grandson Wuji.

How many short grandchildren are there?

Changsun Wuji immediately felt that the matter was not so simple, so he shouted: "Come on, go get that... newspaper, buy a copy!"

The servant hurried up and bought a copy from a child.

Changsun Wuji found that the newspaper was quite beautifully produced.

He quickly found out about the number of short grandchildren.

Seeing this, he was so angry that he almost fainted.

The above anecdote, except that the name is different from him, is exactly the same as what happened to him that day.

Snapped.

Changsun Wuji slapped the pillar next to him, and said angrily, "Du He, you're deceiving people too much, you're really deceiving people too much..."

As he said that, Changsun Wuji took the newspaper and immediately asked people to arrange carriages and horses, hurried to the palace, and delivered the newspaper to Li Er.

Changsun Wuji said: "Your Majesty, this Du He is really messing around. He made this newspaper, fooled the people, and spread rumors, causing endless harm."

Li Er picked it up curiously and saw some interesting things about the short grandson.

I saw him laughing and said: "How many short grandchildren are there, and they are somewhat similar to you, but you are Sikong of the Tang Dynasty, and he is just a small and poor Sikong."

The eldest grandson Wuji gritted his teeth and said: "Your Majesty doesn't know something. That kid Du He has long complained about the Sikong Mansion. How many younger grandsons are there? He is clearly insulting me. He is humiliating me in a disguised form. Please return this matter." Your Majesty is in charge!"

Li Er supported his beard and said: "Come here, go and summon Du He to the palace, I have something to ask him."

……

At this time, Du He was on Renmin Avenue, watching Wang Erniu and others happily counting money.

Zhang Du couldn't help but said: "Master, it's amazing, it's really amazing...a newspaper for two cents is sold out in less than three hours...this...it's unbelievable..."

"If it weren't for the young master's cleverness, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to achieve it if those children came to yell... Now it's all over, everyone knows the story of how many short grandchildren there are." Wang Erniu said with a smile.

Du He stood up from his chair and said with a smile, "No matter what age, people have one characteristic, that is: gossip. This is the reason why our newspaper can be sold out very quickly."

Both Zhang Du and Wang Erniu seem to understand but don't understand, but making money is king, don't care about his gossip.

This side was busy counting money, but Zhao Yang showed up with someone over there.

"Uncle Huyi, Your Majesty welcomes you!" Zhao Yang said with a smile.

Seeing this, Du He knew that something must have gone wrong.

He sent the others away, quietly stuffed a heavy purse into Zhao Yang, and said, "Boss Zhao, what is your majesty looking for me?"

Zhao Yang whispered: "It's about this paper."

"newspaper?"

"Correct!"

"Understood." Du He chuckled.

Not long after, Du He followed Zhao Yang to the Tai Chi Hall of the Imperial Palace.

As soon as he entered the main hall, he saw Changsun Wuji furious, his eyes seemed to kill him.

His Majesty Li Er's expression was not good.

Li Er pointed to the newspaper and asked, "Du He, do you know what you are doing? How many grandchildren are there, and what's going on?"

Du He said seriously: "Your Majesty, look down, the last sentence!"

When Li Er saw the last sentence, he could only see that it was clearly written in big characters: This story is purely fictitious, and any resemblance is absolutely coincidental.

Li Er: "..."

So this kid still has a hand?
(End of this chapter)