God-level Consort of the Tang Dynasty

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?

Chapter 373

Hearing this, Li Er asked, "Tell me, what does this sentence mean?"

Du He took out a newspaper and said slowly: "Your Majesty, I invented how many short grandchildren there are, and this story, of course, was also fabricated by me... But the world is so big, there are so many wonders, it is inevitable that this newspaper will find out how many grandchildren there are." The anecdote on the Internet happened in reality, in order to avoid people thinking that this is someone else’s story that I wrote with ulterior motives, so I added this sentence specially, if there is any similarity, it must be a coincidence... It was definitely not my original intention.”

When the people around heard it, they all felt that it made some sense.

But the eldest grandson Wuji next to him turned black.

He jumped up and said: "If there is any resemblance, it's nonsense. I think it's true. You, Du He, didn't learn well at a young age, and even exposed people's weaknesses. Are you not afraid of retribution for doing such things?"

Du He was not happy when he heard this.

He asked back: "Dare to ask my eldest grandson, why are you so angry?"

"Of course it's the story about how many young grandsons you have. It's clearly implying the old man, Du He, if you don't take back all the newspapers, the old man will never end with you!" Changsun Wuji said angrily.

Seeing that Changsun Wuji got angry, the one next to him immediately knew that something was wrong.

Unexpectedly, Du He was calm and not in a hurry.

He turned around and stared at Changsun Wuji with a smile.

Neither speak.

Just stare like this, left and right, up and down.