Back to Ancient Times to Make Pen Pals

Needless to say, Zhu Yuan has already started packing up and preparing to return to the capital.

Has Xie Zheng really had a cold war with Zhu Yuan for the past six months?

He is not so petty.

Where did he go?

He was thrown into the barracks.

To be precise, he was the one who angered Emperor Chengjia and was thrown to Fengtu Camp on the outskirts of Beijing.

Where is Fengtu Daying?

Fengtu camp is the elite camp of Emperor Chengjia.

This matter should start with the May issue of Dayan Daily.

The sales volume of the first two issues of the monthly magazine swelled Wan Shopkeeper. This time in the May issue, he discussed with the managers and printed 50,000 copies in one go.

By the time of the publication day, before dawn, the people waiting for exams and those running errands began to line up at the gate of Liao Zhai.

Fifty thousand copies, all the staff of Liao Zhai were dispatched, and five counters were opened for sale, which was a full day.

After counting the remaining monthly magazines, the shopkeeper's smile did not stop. There are only more than 20,000 points left. I will sell it for a few days. I’m afraid it’s not enough. I have to print it again.

That's strange.

Cheng Jiadi, who is now the boss behind the scenes, naturally does not need to wait in line. Someone has delivered the freshly published May issue to the Imperial Study Room early on.

As soon as he opened it, Emperor Chengjia noticed that it was wrong, and after a few closer glances, he was sure that the "Unfeeling Scholar Farmer's Wife" was correct, but today's plot is strange, and even the signature has been changed!

Emperor Chengjia immediately called for Xie Zheng.

"What's the matter? What about Mr. Page?"

Xie Zheng:...

So anxious, why is he still...

"Don't dare to deceive the emperor, Mr. Page is free and easy by nature. He went out a few days ago and didn't leave a manuscript before leaving. There is no other way for the son and minister to find a ghostwriter for the time being."

Emperor Chengjia doubted: "Don't you let the popularity go, right?"

That's right.

Xie Zheng coughed lightly: "How could it be that even if the son of the minister said something wrong, Mr. Page is highly respected and would not care about his son."

Emperor Chengjia knocked on the table unhappily: "I don't care about it. You look at this monthly magazine. Only when the third issue is published, you have to find someone to ghostwrite, and then you will receive it. It is completely boring. Wife’s old trick, what else to watch?"

Xie Zheng was speechless.

"I don't accept this renewal, so I have to have it withdrawn."

Xie Zheng is naturally unwilling: "It has been printed and published, how can it be withdrawn."

Emperor Chengjia was not angry: "Isn't your paper very cheap? It takes a bit of effort to print another edition. Can't afford this little money?"

Xie Zheng twisted his eyebrows: "The script is just the icing on the cake, why bother with such a trivial matter?"

Emperor Chengjia was angry: "If you let you change it, you can change it. With so much money, I am the largest shareholder of Liao Zhai. What happened to the reprint of the issue? Get out! Don't come back to see me if you don't make it!"

After being roared out of the hall, Xie Zheng touched his nose and strayed away.

As a result, the remaining 20,000-volume publications in the Liao Zhai were all returned to Zhuangzi, the serialization of the storybook was cut out, a page of Mr. Page's leave note was added, and it was re-bound and listed.

Xie Zheng thought of the emotional little girl, twisted her eyebrows, and directly asked Wan Owner to suspend Mr. Page's column. From the next issue, it will be changed to the short story section, directly accepting external contributions, and selecting one per month. .

In addition, a poem and song section has been added, with one theme every month, accepting external contributions, selecting three poems for publication each month, and publishing the next issue of themes at the same time.

Since this girl is disobedient, she will be replaced by someone else. He Xie Zheng never put the chips on one person.

After arranging things, he patted P shares and returned to the palace.

As soon as I left the Liao Zhai intersection, the horse underneath seemed to be stimulated, neighing and raising his forefoot.

Xie Zheng secretly said that the sound was not good, and he didn't think much, loosened the rein, and flew to the ground.

"master--"

The dust blew on the face and the horses neighed.

When Xie Zheng finally stopped, his mount was gone.

Not only his horse, but even the guard mounts he was carrying with him suddenly went crazy.

An Rui scrambled and jumped over and checked nervously up and down: "Master, did you fall? Are you hurt?"

Xie Zheng shook his head, pushed him away calmly, and stared at the big swordsmen surrounded by the guards.

This is the alley at the back door of Liao Zhai, far away from the downtown, quiet, and few people walk around. It's not surprising that these candidates are here.

Thinking of the horses that ran away madly...I don't know how many people will be injured. Xie Zheng's expression was solemn. It seems that the Liao Zhai Bookstore needs to be cleaned up.

***

Hearing that Xie Zheng was assassinated again, Emperor Chengjia hurried over.

The imperial doctor was applying medicine to Xie Zheng, who had taken off his coat, and he knelt down when he heard him coming over in a hurry.

Xie Zheng also got up.

Emperor Chengjia waved his hand: "I'm exempted from the gift, quickly fix it." Then he asked, "How? Is it serious?"

The imperial doctor bowed and continued to bandage his hands. He hurriedly replied respectfully: "It's just a skin injury. Put some medicine on it. Just pay attention in the past two days."

Xie Zheng also said: "The children are fine, but they are just scratching the skin. Anfu and the others are making a fuss."

Emperor Chengjia looked at him up and down, and he was relieved to make sure that it was nothing serious, lifted his clothes and took a seat next to him.

Anfu quickly brought tea to him.

Emperor Chengjia frowned and took two mouthfuls, and then threw it on the table with a "click".

The imperial physician shook his hand and almost pulled off the gauze.

Xie Zheng frowned, glanced at the still young imperial doctor, waved his hand, and let An Rui take over: "Excuse me, Mr. Zhang, and leave it to the next person."

This meant he was going to retreat, and the imperial doctor left in a hurry.

"It won't work like this." Emperor Chengjia finally said, "This is not the first time."

The well-wrapped Xie Zheng calmly put on his coat: "When the tax reform was proposed, the children had already anticipated these situations."

After the biggest assassination last year, the villain only dared to do some small and sneaky activities, no matter how big it was.

"But the jumping clown, don't care."

Emperor Chengjia frowned tightly: "Only a thousand days can be a thief, how can there be a hundred days to guard against a thief?"

Xie Zheng disapproved, and took the tea from Anfu and sipped his mouth: "I can't stop going out for these jumping clowns, right? When the official evaluation is over next year, this tax reform should be put down."

"There is still more than half a year."

"Just a few months, no enough--"

"No!" Cheng Jiadi tapped the coffee table.

Xie Zheng paused.

"It just so happens that I yelled at you this morning, and I would simply be wrong..." Emperor Chengjia got up and patted his sleeves.

Xie Zheng was at a loss and got up subconsciously.

Emperor Chengjia cleared his throat and slapped his head and face with a curse: "Smelly boy, let you play the "Dayan Monthly" and ran away Mr. Peggy! So disrespectful, let me go to the suburbs of Beijing, If you don't temper your temper, you don't know how many catties you are!"

Xie Zheng:...

Then, Xie Zheng only had time to put on his clothes, and was packed overnight by Emperor Chengjia’s people and sent to Fengtuo camp on the outskirts of Beijing. He claimed to be the kid who tossed the monthly magazine indiscriminately. He angered Emperor Chengjia and was sent to the military camp for training. .

This level is ten months, and even the New Year has not come out.

...

In March of the twelfth year of Chengjia, the transfer of officials from various places was basically set. Most of the people who should take office have already arrived, and those who should be deposed are also escorted to Beijing. The turbulence has lasted more than two years of the policy of sharing acres in acres before it has stabilized.

When all the dust settled, Emperor Chengjia finally remembered that there was another son who had been locked up in the Fengtu camp, and he hurriedly let him be released.

At the age of seventeen, Xie Zheng, after more than half a year of...workout, finally faded away a lot, and he was no longer as thin as a half-old boy.

There are eight pack abs.

Xie Zheng touched the abdominal muscles that he had trained over the years, and thought secretly.

Just after quarreling with the little girl, she was sent to the big camp, and she didn't even have time to say hello... This girl is afraid that she will be very annoyed now.

He sighed secretly.

"Master, it's time to go." An Fu, who came to pick him up, pulled the reins and leaned over, urging in a low voice.

Xie Zheng recovered. Having simply left the barracks now, he asked directly on horseback, "How is the arrangement going on last year?"

An Fu hurriedly replied: "The poetry and novel editions of "Monthly" are all online, and the response is good; the ink has also developed new techniques and is expected to be on the market in the middle of the year. Cement--"

Xie Zheng interrupted him: "Where is Zhu Xiuqi now?"

An Fu was stunned. He looked around and confirmed that he was relieved by his own talent. He lowered his voice and said, "It's done. He will be here at the end of February."

Xie Zheng let out a long sigh of relief. It is good. Asked again: "Where is his eldest girl? She is in Zhangkou?"

An Fu said "Ah" and was at a loss: "This, this...the minion is not paying attention." After that, he hurriedly added, "Looking back, the minion will check immediately."

Xie Zheng waved his hand: "No, I'll ask myself."

Anfu:? ? ?

He, he... what would the third highness ask? Where to ask?

Before he could ask a question, Xie Zheng waved his whip and galloped forward. An Fu and others hurried to catch up.

The group of people swiftly moved quickly until they approached the city gate, when there were more and more pedestrians, they slowed down and moved slowly along the road.

Xie Zheng was not impatient at all-no matter who was trapped in the barracks for nearly a year, he would become more patient when he came out to see this lively neighborhood.

The convoy in front Xu had just returned from the field. Several cars were filled with cages and their frames were quite worn.

Xie Zheng and the others followed them slowly.

An Fu was impatient and drove over: "Master, who is still waiting for you!"

Ok. Helpless, Xie Zheng speeded up a bit meaningfully, and slowly walked around.

There are more than a dozen donkey carts just for pulling things, and this family is quite solid--

"Stop for a while." Huang Ying's crisp voice came from the front of the team.

Xie Zheng followed the prestige.

The carriage ahead stopped.

A girl dressed up as a maid jumped out of the car, walked to the side of the road, and asked the lady with two frames of reed sticks in front of her: "Auntie, how do you sell this reed stick?"

The aunty smiled shyly: "Girl, eighteen liters per catty."

"Yo. It's not cheap yet."

The aunt hurriedly waved her hand: "It's not expensive anymore, it's not expensive anymore. This is the reed plant that our family has planted by ourselves, and the total number of them is so small. They will be sold out.

Xie Zheng retracted his gaze.

"Be cheaper, buy all the cheaper--"

"Summer Solstice," the crisp voice sounded again.

Summer solstice? The little girl's personal girl seems to be called this? Xie Zheng moved in his heart and hurriedly looked again.

I saw half of my head drilled out of the car window, and said strangely to the maid on the side of the road: "Hurrying into the city, why do you still have leisure to bargain? It's not easy for a lady, you hurry up."

The crisp voice caused passers-by to look back, and the next moment was one after another gasp.

Xie Zheng was also startled.

The hands are like catkins, the skin is like fat, the collar is like a grub, the teeth are like a rhinoceros, the head and the eyebrows are crested, the beautiful smile is beautiful, the beautiful eyes look forward to the face... a beautiful woman who knows the whole picture from a corner.

Most importantly, it's kind of familiar.

Before he could react, the maid called to be the summer solstice had hurried back to the car and stuffed her back into the car: "The maidservant knows, it will be done right away! This is not the county, don't come out to make trouble!"

"Okay~ Hurry up~" The girl was pushed back, still smiling, and she had a temper.

There was a commotion around, and the summer solstice didn't care about anything else, so he hurriedly bought two baskets of reed sticks and moved them to the next cart, then hurried back to the cart.

The team moved slowly again.

When the convoy moved far away, the people who were seen around started talking.

"This is a fairy..."

"Hey, don't tell me, I looked at the Buddha in that temple even more beautiful!"

"So beautiful, I don't know it will be cheaper in the future—"

"Hush! At the feet of the emperor, don't talk nonsense, maybe which girl it is!"

...

The corner of Xie Zheng's lips, who had already crossed the team, slowly conjured up.

The little girl has grown up...