Ming Dynasty: At the beginning of the game, Lao Zhu resigned and retired.

Chapter 399 Hu Xinyue is happy
Chapter 399: Hu Xinyue is happy

Zhu Yuanzhang is immersed in work at the moment.

Suddenly hearing Queen Ma's blaming complaints, everyone was confused.

who am I?
Where am i?

what happened?
Raising his head in confusion, Zhu Yuanzhang first glanced at Queen Ma, then turned to look to the side, and then suddenly realized.

"Oh, sister, you are talking about this!"

"Hey, you are as bitter as those girls on the street!"

"This book, what we are reading is about the bleak world and the people's dire straits, not the romantic things in it!"

Queen Ma was startled when she heard this.

She looked at Zhu Yuanzhang with some suspicion and said hesitantly.

"You're right, why don't I believe it?"

"My dear, you did those erotic paintings back then!"

Good guys, after all, they are an old married couple who have been together for a long time. This dark history is so obvious.

Even though Zhu Yuanzhang's face was thick enough, he still couldn't bear it at this time.

He simply hugged his mother-in-law and said angrily: "Sister, you are ruining our reputation like this!"

Queen Ma also figured it out now.

Regardless of whether what Zhu Yuanzhang said just now is true or not, since he said it, just believe it.

I still have to give Lao Zhu some face!

For a moment, the most distinguished couple in the Ming Dynasty really burst into laughter.

The popularity of Jin Ping Mei affected not only Zhu Yuanzhang.

The most direct impact was on the Ming Weekly Newspaper.

With such a masterpiece that is sought after by thousands of people, and a good book like Jin Ping Mei that is "popular with the masses," the sales volume of Ming Weekly is just going to increase.

Lao Zheng went from being excited at the beginning to being as still as a mountain and calm as the wind in the end, only after four episodes.

Don't blame him for being calm, the truth is that he doesn't even know how much the Ming Dynasty Weekly can sell now.

Just say one thing.

That is, since Jin Ping Mei was published, it is now in its fifth issue.

But at this time, there were actually businessmen from other places coming to the newspaper office with money and asking to buy the first issue of Jin Ping Mei.

Moreover, there were thousands and tens of thousands of copies, as if the newspaper was free to buy.

Of course, Lao Zheng also knew that this was because the Ming Dynasty Weekly News Agency was a serious imperial government office.

If it is an ordinary organization, do you think these vendors will secretly publish it?

Anyway, the price of the Ming Dynasty Weekly is not expensive. If you buy a few thousand copies, the cost is actually about the same as opening a printing plate to print it yourself.

Otherwise, just because of the sales volume, they would secretly print and sell it themselves.

Lao Zheng's life became more and more comfortable and prosperous as time went by, and he also added an item to his itinerary.

Pray in front of the Bodhisattva every day, asking the Bodhisattva to bless Lanling Xiaoxiao's life and be safe and sound.

After all, there are two in one.

People who can write such good articles as Jin Ping Mei may send another stack of manuscripts to me at some point.

However, an issue is now starting to be discussed on the streets.

Then who is this Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng?

The failed student, the country sage, the reclusive scholar...

There are people making guesses, but no one can come up with any solid evidence, and no one can stand up and admit it seriously.

This kind of mystery undoubtedly adds a bit of legend to the already popular book Jin Ping Mei.

People feel that this kind of strange book is really what it should be!

At this moment, Mr. Hu, the mastermind behind all this, is counting the rewards brought by Jin Ping Mei at his house.

"Hu Yi, are you deducting the reward from me to my servant?" "Otherwise, the money seems to be too much!"

Hu Yi smiled bitterly and cupped his hands: "Master, what are you talking about!"

"You are so generous, can I still block this old slave?"

"The accounts are all clear. Every time Zhu Zhu goes to the newspaper office to collect money, he will report the account with the newspaper office's receipt when he comes back."

"The old slave will also take the newspaper's receipt to keep accounts, and then distribute the money to the servants in the house, and the rest of the royalties will be put in this place."

"The reason is to have clear accounts!"

Mr. Hu smacked his lips when he heard this, touched his chin and sighed.

"Well, looking at these royalties, I feel more and more that I can't be an official anymore."

"Look, I work so hard and only get a small salary. I'm afraid that if I add up to ten years, I won't be able to write a book!"

"Tsk, tsk, no wonder so many people are desperate to take risks. It's impossible not to make a profit."

“Money is needed to support a family, visit relatives and friends, and do weddings and funerals!”

"If we really don't make money, then just relying on that little salary, I'm afraid I'll have to live a tight life!"

Hu Yi smiled and nodded.

"Indeed!"

"Most people don't have the skills you have!"

"Either you are worried about making some small fortune, or you have to live in poverty!"

"It's better than you, sir!"

Mr. Hu smiled and pointed at Hu Yi.

"This is a good flattery. Please do more in the future. I like to hear it, sir!"

The little banter between the master and the servant was naturally enjoyable.

But what they didn't expect was that another member of the Hu family, the Crown Princess Hu Xinyue who was in the East Palace, had a bitter look on her face at this time.

Hu Xinyue, who has been in the East Palace for half a year and has long been accustomed to everything in the East Palace, has a different demeanor when walking, sitting and sleeping.

On weekdays, a pair of phoenix eyes are slightly narrowed and the face is cold. Not to mention the maids and chamberlains in the East Palace, even Zhu Biao's other concubines are too proud to face these eyes.

Hu Xinyue didn't do anything to criticize others, but her graceful and calm demeanor made people don't even have the courage to look at her.

However, Hu Xinyue's face was full of bitterness at this time.

She rubbed her temples, and then slowly leaned on the soft body. The maid waiting beside her asked softly with concern.

"Your Majesty, let's ask the imperial doctor to come over and take a look!"

"You've lost your appetite all day!"

Hu Xinyue didn't even open her eyes when she heard this, and waved her hand directly.

"Go!"

"I originally thought that I was just a little tired, but now it seems that something is wrong!"

"By the way, the prince's affairs are complicated, so there is no need to disturb him yet!"

"Otherwise, don't blame me for being too harsh!"

Hu Xinyue's tone was calm and a little weak, but as soon as she said these words, the palace maid looked frightened.

"Slave, take your orders!"

After saying that, he trotted out.

Not long after, three imperial doctors hurried over.

By the time the pulse diagnosis was over, the smile on the originally bitter-looking doctor's face could no longer be concealed.

"Congratulations to the Crown Princess, congratulations to the Crown Princess, you are very happy!"

Ok!

As soon as the news came out, it spread throughout the entire palace almost instantly.

Not to mention Zhu Biao, even Zhu Yuanzhang came here!
(End of this chapter)