Qi wang ye, wang fei, she is crazy again

Chapter 392 Does the newspaper still need people?

The emperor didn't want to see Mrs. Songlin, let alone marry Lin Ruozhang to her son, even as a concubine, so he issued an imperial decree the next day to betroth the fifth princess Xingyue to Ruan Yuanqing.

After hearing the news, Mrs. Songlin felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Only then did she realize how stupid things the mother and daughter had done. Now there is no other way but to go all the way to the dark.

Ruan Yuanqing and his father were grateful for Dade's entry into the palace to thank him. There was no powerless county lord, and a princess came to marry. This is definitely a blessing from heaven.

Xingyue and her mother also dressed up to thank the emperor. After all, they chose a son-in-law for the princess. Now only Xingyue is left unaccounted for. Although it is another marriage, Ruan Yuanqing is so good. Choice, nothing to dissatisfy.

Both parties were happy.

In this way, the emperor was finally satisfied and his mood improved.

At this moment, the servant came with an account book and a letter, "Your Majesty, this is a letter and an account book sent by King Annan from the southwest."

"Bring it up."

The emperor felt very relieved, thinking that his son was outstanding, but when he opened the letter, his complexion was not good, and his best friend was killed.

It's simply unreasonable to give him Liu'er an aphrodisiac, thinking that if he succeeds, the old Liu's daughter-in-law will definitely not let it go, and his general and his son are still working hard for him on the battlefield. What have these bastards done? Dare to murder his son.

Thinking of Mrs. Songlin's mother and son again, I feel a headache again. Is his sixth son having bad luck recently?

Putting down the letter paper, he opened the account book again. There was still a letter in the account book. When he opened it, his face immediately became serious. Looking at the account book again, it slapped on the table.

"Duke Xuanzhen comes to see me immediately."

The emperor's eyes fell on the account book again, his eyes sharp.

The salt road was mentioned on the letter paper, coupled with those huge numbers, the emperor said that he must not sit idly by. Lord Zhen Guo arrived at the gate of the palace immediately, and he had a secret discussion with the emperor in the study for half an hour, and there were several important ministers Was summoned into the palace, and in the evening, the horse galloped towards the south of the Yangtze River.

Wen Mianmian, who still doesn't know anything about things in Kyoto, is talking with Wei Jiliang with great interest.

"It's terrible, so who, Wu Pianpian of Yuexinlou has won more than 80 votes, and the people behind her are the people in the cloud, which is only [-] votes short. Those rich people are too rich .”

In Xiaomu Garden, Wei Jiliang's eyes were red with jealousy, "It is said that the night before yesterday, Yicuilou earned more than 40 taels in one night? You have made a lot of money!"

Wen Mianmian waved her fan and ordered someone to bring popsicles to Wei Liangji, "To cool off the heat, don't get too excited."

"How can I not be excited, I have never seen such a valuable transaction."

Wei Jiliang took a bite of the popsicle, feeling completely chilled, and even more joyful, "According to your method, there are many activities that can be held in the future. I heard that the actor you chose in the capital is also the same method. , It’s all worthless business.”

Envious, so envious.

"Does your newspaper still need anyone?"

It was a casual question, but Wen Mianmian actually nodded, "The person in charge of the newspaper is our chief manager, and he will bring it back to the capital at that time. Why, do you have someone to introduce?"

Wei Jiliang didn't even have time to eat the popsicles, "If you ask me about this, you are asking the right person. I have been here for a few years. There are many students in Jiangnan, and there are many poetry clubs. There is a Lisao Poetry Club. The members in it It can be said that he is a talented person, and he admires the newspaper very much. If you say that the newspaper wants to recruit people, it will definitely respond to everyone."

"Brother is also a member of the poetry club."

Wen Mianmian is not unusual for this poetry club, but people like Wei Jiliang who don't understand poetry can also become members, "Is this Lisao Poetry Club full of second-generation officials?"

Wei Jiliang took a bite of the popsicle and laughed dryly, "That's not true, they are just like-minded people, some are the second or third generation of officials, some are the children of rich families, and some are free and easy people who gave up the imperial examination. In short, the people in our poetry club don't stick to the rules. Dogma, take it easy."

"If you're interested, I'll organize it and you go and have a look."

Wen Mianmian naturally wanted to agree, and it would not hurt to look around, "Then the day after tomorrow, I will take my second cousin with me, the fact board of the newspaper does not need to spend too much thought, it is the entertainment page, things are more complicated. More, and more manpower is needed.”

The factual pages can also copy the factual pages of Kyoto newspapers, but not the entertainment pages.

Wei Jiliang stood up excitedly, "I'll let someone arrange it now, this ice stick is pretty good."

Wen Mianmian also got up, and after Wei Jiliang left, he went to find his big yellow ox. Hua Jingyun was also eating popsicles when he was free. He is a little obsessed with this now, thinking that he will launch such popsicles when he returns to Kyoto, and the business will be sure. good.

Wen Mianmian told Wei Jiliang what he had just said, "Then I'll go and have a look at it in the future, and deal with the matter here as soon as possible. After the selection of the oiran is over, we can talk about going back."

Hua Jingyun nodded, "Homesick?"

Wen Mianmian sat down next to him, "I always feel uneasy when I'm not at home, and I don't feel at ease with my grandmother and the others. As for the women's family members in the room, even though there is a sister-in-law in charge, the sister-in-law has to take care of the house and pay attention to the Zhang family. It's not easy to take care of the business at home."

"I don't worry about spending half a mile. Although I know that Mr. Wei and the others are fine, I still miss them."

And Lin Ruozhang is not at ease, he is not a safe master, so it is better not to cause any trouble.

Hua Jingyun took his hand, "Then go back earlier, and take a good rest these days, we won't have time to rest after we go back."

He said that of course it was about the Good Items Appreciation Meeting and the New Year's Festival, and that the Six Arts Training Center would hold some activities at the end of the year to publicize it, plus the things at Yuantai, it can be said that there were many things.

As for Lin Ruozhang's troubles, the couple said they knew nothing about it.

This day Wei Jiliang came again, apart from talking about the poetry meeting, the main point was that Cheng Xibo and others were dying, saying that their eye sockets were black and thin, their stature was thin, and they were bleeding all the time.

Wen Mianmian promised to send them a doctor to take a look, in short, "It's fine if you don't die."

A day later, Wen Mianmian and Fu Li went to Wei Jiliang's poetry meeting together, and said on the way: "Speaking of which, I haven't participated in this kind of literati's poetry meeting. Do you want to come up with a poem soon?"

Fu Li persuaded her not to expect too much, "I also participated in a poetry meeting in Kyoto earlier, unless I felt that I had made a great masterpiece and wanted to show off, otherwise no one would recite poems rightly, and carrying them on weekdays would be tiring enough. It’s hard to rest, why bother to pretend.”

Wen Mianmian gave a dry laugh, forgive her ignorance.

(End of this chapter)