I will never be Renzong

Chapter 130 The Emperor's Sideline

"Moran! I find that you are becoming more and more feminine!"

On the comfortable big carved bed, Zhao Zhen said with his arms around Shen Moran, who was in love after the rain.

"Then you dislike me for not being feminine anymore?"

Shen Moran snuggled into someone's arms and said coquettishly.

Zhao Zhen replied: "No! You used to be mature and noble, you were the high-ranking president, just like the lotus flower, it emerges from the mud without being stained, clean and clear but not demonic, you can watch it from a distance but not play with it!"

"What about now?"

Shen Moran asked with a smile.

"Now~ now you are my woman!"

Zhao Zhen kissed her on the forehead.

"It sounds good to be your woman, but in reality she is at most a shady lover!"

Shen Moran laughed at himself.

"Moran! You said that, I feel sorry for you, I issued an imperial edict to take you into the palace, how about making you a concubine?"

Zhao Zhen suddenly said solemnly.

"Come on! I don't want to live a life of intrigue and jealousy, and stay in that lonely city for the rest of my life. As long as you have someone in your unconscionable heart!"

As Shen Moran said, he lightly hammered Zhao Zhen's chest with his hand.

"Mo Ran! You are all in my heart! Don't believe me! Feel it!"

Zhao Zhen said that he put Shen Moran in his heart.

"Come on! I'm afraid I'm one in a hundred thousand! Tell me! What's the purpose of leaving the palace this time?"

Shen Moran asked.

"I just miss you! So I came out to see you!"

Zhao Zhen replied.

"Is there really nothing else?"

Shen Moran obviously didn't believe Zhao Zhen's answer, after all, Zhao Zhen didn't leave the palace easily.

"Wife~ For the sake of my husband's hard work just now, can you lend some money to my husband for emergency!"

Zhao Zhen suddenly said very disgustingly.

The money earned by the Royal Chamber of Commerce will only be shipped to the internal storage after the settlement is completed at the end of the year.

"It's disgusting! People know that you borrowed money, but last year the Royal Chamber of Commerce handed in more than 2000 million guan. Why did you spend it all before September?"

Shen Moran asked suddenly.

"You know that the imperial court's finances are broken. Even though I have laid off many soldiers, the treasury can only maintain the daily military pay. You also know that real soldiers are fought with swords and guns on the battlefield. Last year's money was either It was used to replace weapons and equipment, or it was used by me to invest in the research of firearms, and now, if I want to suppress bandits in batches and train soldiers, I can’t afford the military expenses!"

Zhao Zhen sighed helplessly.

"This year's income will be more than last year, but in order not to affect the normal operation of the Royal Chamber of Commerce, there are currently about 1600 million yuan of money that can be used. If you are in a hurry to use it, take it first!"

Shen Moran also knew that although the Song Dynasty was indeed prosperous, the court was really poor and weak.

"Long live my wife! I knew my wife was the best!"

Zhao Zhen happily kissed Shen Moran's pretty face several times.

"You yelled so suddenly! It made people feel a little uncomfortable!"

Shen Moran blushed and replied.

"Honey! Don't worry! In this world, I only shout these two words in front of you!"

Zhao Zhen put his arms around her and said softly, it's great to have a wife who can make money, and I have to say that this soft rice is really delicious.

"I bought these two words with 1600 million yuan! It's really too expensive. Even a rich woman can't spend that much to support a pretty boy, right?"

Shen Moran joked.

"Actually, you're not at a loss! Keeping the emperor as a bad boy, throughout the ages, you are definitely No.1!"

Zhao Zhen really liked bickering with Shen Moran, as if he had returned to his previous life.

"A man's mouth is a deceiving ghost. If you don't come, he will be like a tireless mule, trying to find ways to make money every day. When you come, not only will he take away his hard-earned money, but he will also have to give it to you." You are riding a horse! If it falls into your hands, it will be bad luck for eight lifetimes~"

Shen Moran complained.

Zhao Zhen suddenly turned over and pressed Shen Moran under him, which made her shiver.

"What are you doing~"

Shen Moran beat his chest with his hand.

"Ow~"

"The stallion is in heat! You pretty little mare just obey me!"

Zhao Zhen roared and rushed towards Shen Moran.

"Your scream means you are a wolf~"

Shen Moran panted heavily and replied.

"Beauty! I forgot to tell you! I am a stallion who can speak foreign languages~"

"Ow~"

In the evening, in Funing Hall, Zhao Zhen looked at the rice paper in front of him with a brush and was very worried. In the afternoon, he brought 1600 million pens from Shen Moran, which was more than enough money to send troops to suppress bandits, but he also promised Shen Moran to write novels For one thing, the emperor writes novels, he is definitely No.1.

He originally wanted to write about the Four Great Classics, but "Water Margin" was obviously not suitable for writing. If he wrote it, it would attract a lot of reckless people, turn the grass into bandits, and seize the mountain to become the king. That would be shooting himself in the foot. .

"Journey to the West" would have been quite suitable, but at the moment the imperial court is reorganizing temples all over the world. If it were written, it would be a waste of money for Buddhism.

"The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" can be written, but it is rich in too many military strategies. You must know that "Sun Tzu's Art of War" was banned in the Song Dynasty, so it cannot be written now.

After thinking about it, it seems that only "Dream of Red Mansions" can be used. He read a novel in his previous life, which was also written about the Song Dynasty. The main character wrote "Dream of Red Mansions" before he was ten years old. Even though Jia Baoyu later became a monk, it would be nice to be a Taoist priest. For Zhao Zhen, Taoism is a product of the native land no matter what.

If you promise to others, you must do it, let alone Shen Moran, an unparalleled and virtuous wife.

Zhao Zhen then began to write from memory, but just halfway through the first time, he couldn't write anymore. After all, he had to review the memorials like a hill every day, and sometimes he had to have fun with the concubines at night. I don't want to make myself too classy.

"Thrush! Can you write?"

Zhao Zhen put down the vermilion pen, and asked the thrush who was waiting on the side.

"My family can read! It's just that I can't write very well!"

Thrush replied respectfully.

"That's good! Come on! Thrush, sit here!"

Zhao Zhen got up and took Thrush's hand and let her sit in front of his desk.

"Official family! This slave family doesn't dare. If the foreign officials find out, the slave family will die!"

How dare Huamei sit in front of the dragon table where he is reviewing memorials?

"Wen Ying!"

Zhao Zhen yelled towards the outside, and the servant Yan Wen hurried in.

"Officials! What do you want to tell the minister!"

Yan Wenying hurriedly saluted.

"Wen Ying! You go and watch outside the hall, no one is allowed in without my will!"

Zhao Zhen ordered.

"promise!"

Yan Wenying glanced at Li Huamei, seemed to understand, hurriedly responded, turned and left, and led the servants to close the door of the palace!
"No one will break in here! Thrush, you should rest assured!"

Zhao Zhen smiled.

"Official family! The slave family is a maid, and I dare not take the name of political affairs. Even ten heads of the slave family are not enough to cut off!"

Thrush hurriedly replied.

"Thrush! Where are you thinking! I didn't ask you to review memorials for me, but I wanted you to write novels for me!"

Zhao Zhen replied hurriedly.

"Fiction? What's that?"

Thrush asked puzzled.

"Well! It's just a book for people to read, but you also know that I'm tired of reviewing memorials every day, so I want to find someone to write for me!"

"Don't joke about the officials! Although the servants are literate, most of the books they read are women's commandments and palace rules, so how dare they write for the officials!"

Thrush hastily declined.

"What I mean is that I say it, and then you write it down!"

After Zhao Zhen pressed Li Huamei on the chair, he ran to the wicker chair beside him and lay down.

"Thrush! You read what I wrote first, so you know what you've written. After reading it, tell me, what I say, you say!"

Zhao Zhen casually picked up an orange and pushed it away, then took out half of it and put it in his mouth.

"Officials! I've finished watching the servants!"

After eating an orange, Huamei just said.

"Okay! Then let me start talking, and you start to memorize. If you can't keep up or can't hear clearly, you can tell me slower or say it again!"

Zhao Zhen exhorted.

"It's an official!"

Thrush hurriedly replied.

"Coincidentally, when I was on crutches and struggling to relax in front of the street, I suddenly saw a lame Taoist coming over there, crazily and leisurely,

Quail clothes in hemp shoes read a few words in his mouth:

The world knows that gods are good, but they can't forget their fame.

Where will the past and the present meet?A pile of grass in the barren mound is gone.

The world knows that gods are good, only gold and silver can't be forgotten.

In the end, I only hate to get together, but for a long time my eyes are closed.

Everyone in the world knows that immortals are good, but only the sweet wife can't forget them.

Jun said kindness on his birthday, and Jun died with others.

Everyone knows that gods are good, only children and grandchildren can't forget them.

There have been many infatuated parents since ancient times, who has seen filial children and grandchildren?"

Zhao Zhen's articulation was clear and his speaking speed was neither fast nor slow. Huamei memorized everything one by one.

After Zhao Zhen read for a while, he stepped forward to take a look at Thrush's writing. It was Wang Xizhi's lower case script, and the writing was very elegant, which was beyond Zhao Zhen's expectation.

"Hmm~"

A piece of cold and sweet orange was stuffed into the thrush's mouth by Zhao Zhen.

"Thrush! You write well in lower case, and I made you memorize everything I said. Very good, this orange rewards you. We will continue after you finish eating!"

Zhao Zhen put the peeled orange in the thrush's hand, then turned around and lay down on the wicker chair.

The next day, someone from Jinyiwei sent the first chapter of Dream of Red Mansions to Shen Moran. Zhao Zhen had already discussed it with Shen Moran in advance. The total number of "Dream of Red Mansions" in total is only 120 chapters, and each chapter will produce a booklet. , and then publish the full version after it is completed. In this way, you can make better money. After all, piracy is everywhere. If you print all the contents at once, I am afraid that a pirated version will come out tomorrow.

Shen Moran didn't know whether the popular novels in Ming and Qing Dynasties would be popular in the Song Dynasty, so at first she just asked the printing factory to print [-] copies, and one copy was only sold for ten cents.

A whole morning passed, but failed to sell a copy. Shen Moran was a little anxious, so he thought of a way, bought a few storytellers with a lot of money, and began to talk about the first episode of Dream of the Red Chamber in various restaurants and teahouses. Unexpectedly, all three thousand copies printed in the afternoon were sold out, and some young men who were not short of money even paid a thousand times the price to buy them.Seeing this, Shen Moran immediately ordered all printing plants to start working overtime overnight to print Dream of Red Mansions. Even so, all major bookstores were sold out the next day.

According to subsequent statistics, one hundred thousand copies of the first volume were sold in Kaifeng alone within three days. Shen Moran was a shrewd and strong woman, and she published one volume in seven days, starting the serialization of Dream of Red Mansions in the Song Dynasty.

In the harem, from the Queen Cao Danshu and the noble concubine Li Bing'er to the ordinary maids, almost everyone held an exquisite booklet of Dream of Red Mansions in their hands and read it with gusto.In the Hall of Ciyuan, Liu Lanxiang, a talented person, was reading the first three chapters of "Dream of the Red Chamber" to Liu E, and Liu E would comment a few words from time to time.

Of course, in addition to the popular plot, the poems in Dream of the Red Chamber are also admired by many scholars. Three or five friends get together, find a teahouse, start to discuss the poems in Dream of the Red Chamber, and guess the next development of the plot by the way.

The words and clothing used in Dream of Red Mansions and the condensed appearance description language are all worthy of attention, and later generations even have a special research society for red studies.

Of course, the popular serialization of Dream of Red Mansions has also aroused the greed of others.

As the saying goes, people who work in the same industry are enemies. When the major printing houses and bookstores in Kaifeng saw that their opponent was making a fortune every day with a novel, they naturally became jealous and anxious, so several major businessmen got together to conspire and discuss. , the pirated version of Dream of Red Mansions came out for the first time the next day. Just when several big businessmen were dreaming of getting rich, Jin Yiwei suddenly came to visit.

Afterwards, all the printing factories and bookstores were seized, all the pirated versions of Dream of the Red Chamber were destroyed in public, and major booksellers and printing factories were fined a large sum of money.

Jin Yiwei intervened in this matter, although it was Zhao Zhen's intention, but it also interfered with the normal operation of the court, and the shadows of court ministers were inevitably behind the major booksellers, so various memorials followed one after another.

After half a month of debate with the court ministers, Zhao Zhen finally succeeded in convincing them because Zhao Zhen listed various benefits of writing novels. Of course, he did not say that Dream of Red Mansions was written by himself, and his signature was also A name called Hongchen Xiaoxiaosheng.

After several discussions, Zhao Zhen officially issued an edict: All scholars in the Song Dynasty can write novels like Dream of Red Mansions, and can get corresponding remuneration.

Shen Moran established the Royal Publishing House of the Song Dynasty. The poems and songs written by scholars, as well as their thoughts and thoughts, can be written down and submitted to the Royal Publishing House. In market sales, if the poems, songs or novels you write sell well, you will naturally earn more. The other is buyout, that is, to buy out the copyright with a one-time payment. As for how much you sell, it has nothing to do with you.

Officials in the Song Dynasty attached great importance to reciprocity. When the boss was promoted, the boss had a baby, the boss took a concubine, and so on, they had to give gifts. Therefore, many people were in business in private. Draw a clear line with business, after all, they will not be short of money from now on.

Nowadays, it is possible to make money by writing poems, poems and novels. Many scholars are naturally very happy. This is one of the reasons why Zhao Zhen was able to persuade the court ministers in the end. Although several important ministers disdain this, But Zhao Zhen came up with a way to vote by secret ballot for civil officials in Beijing, and 90.00% of them finally agreed, so several important ministers did not continue.

Of course, Zhao Zhen also established a Supervision Department, which was temporarily placed under the Ministry of Punishment. Its main responsibility was to crack down on pirated books. Once discovered, the pirated books were destroyed in public and fined ten times. Under such harsh punishments, no businessman would dare to take risks. .

(End of this chapter)