The happy life of a prodigal

However, I haven't had breakfast yet, so I'm a little hungry..."

As early as the Shangyuan Festival, he had been doubting the intentions of this Wanqing girl.

Now, not to mention, for no reason, a fool can see that she must have some intentions for herself when she comes to visit her on the Dragon Boat Festival.

If it was before, he might have refused without mercy.

But now, with nothing else to do, he is somewhat interested, wanting to find out the purpose of this Wanqing girl approaching him again and again.

Lin Wanqing was not annoyed when she heard Fang Xiu say that, she just smiled and said: "It just so happens that my concubine didn't come to have breakfast in a hurry, Mr. Fang doesn't mind being with my concubine, right?"

yard.

On the stone table, Fang Xiu and Lin Wanqing sat facing each other.

Xiu'er stood aside pretty and asked, "Master, what kind of rice dumplings do you want?"

Fang Xiu said: "Salty."

"Okay, sir."

Xiu'er turned her eyes to Lin Wanqing again.

Fang Xiu asked: "Miss Wanqing, do you like sweet or salty food?"

Lin Wanqing thought for a while and said, "Sweet."

Fang Xiu waved his hand and said, "One salty one, one sweet one, and then tell the kitchen to cook two bowls of white porridge."

"Yes, sir."

Xiu'er left, only Fang Xiu and Lin Wanqing were left in the yard.

For a while, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Just when Fang Xiu was about to speak, Lin Wanqing suddenly asked, "Master Fang, is he wondering what is the purpose of this concubine getting close to her on purpose?"

Chapter 129 How much money can you sell?

Fang Xiu smiled, did not speak, and looked unsure.

Lin Wanqing was silent for a moment, then said: "Today, King Ning invited a banquet..."

After Fang Xiu heard this, he immediately understood.

It turned out that Lin Wanqing was actually Prince Ning's man.

Fang Xiu asked: "You are here this time, just as an envoy of King Ning, inviting me to his Dragon Boat Festival?"

Lin Wanqing shook her head, with a complicated expression, and said: "The reason why I fell into the lake that day was not to get close to the young master, it was just a coincidence.

The purpose of this concubine's coming here is to thank the young master for saving his life. "

As he spoke, he took out an exquisite sachet from somewhere and handed it to Fang Xiu.

"This sachet is hand-sewn by my concubine. The vanilla inside has the effect of calming the mind. I hope you will not dislike it."

Lin Wanqing's voice was very soft and sweet.

Fang Xiu reached out to take it and put it aside.

Sachets can neither be eaten nor used...

It's better to give her money directly.

The life of Yirenju's top Qing Dynasty official is worth ten thousand eight taels of silver...

However, Fang Xiu is an upright person, and also a person with moral character, who is out of vulgar taste.

This kind of thought is only in the mind for a moment, of course, it will not be done.

He looked at Lin Wanqing and asked, "How much money can this sachet be sold for?"

Lin Wanqing was slightly taken aback, but did not react.

After a while, a smile appeared on his face, and he said, "If you are a young master who frequents Yirenju, it should... be worth 1000 taels of silver."

After all, it is the oiran selected by the oiran meeting, and the sachet sewn by hand, even if it is only the most inferior fabric, will be looted by countless rich men.

1000 taels of silver is not a joke.

but......

After all, it was someone who had put a lot of thought into it, and the gift given to him could not be sold in front of her.

Fang Xiu smiled and said: "Just kidding, since Miss Wanqing sewed this sachet by herself, even if it's not worth a penny, it's still worthy of my master's collection."

"Master..."

Xiu'er and a few maidservants walked into the courtyard, put rice dumplings and white porridge on the stone table, bowed slightly, saluted, then turned and left.

The zongzi has been peeled, steaming, and looks very sweet.

Lin Wanqing took a bite, then stood up, bowed a woman's salute in a proper manner, and said: "Thank you for the zongzi today, sir, and I hope you can attend the Dragon Boat Festival tonight.

After all, His Royal Highness King Ning...is a very vengeful person. For the young master, one thing more is worse than one thing less, even if His Highness King Ning fails to..."

Speaking of this, he paused and continued: "There may not be any harm."

This is beyond her duty.

Fang Xiu was a little surprised, but his expression remained unchanged. He just nodded and said, "Thank you for reminding me. I will attend King Ning's banquet."

Lin Wanqing left, and Fang Xiu sat on a chair alone, eating rice dumplings, full of thoughts.

King Ning was severely beaten by the Emperor Chu two days ago.

The majesty accumulated in the court for more than ten years was swept away.

Many people think that after this incident, King Ning has almost no chance of competing for the crown prince.

Therefore, many ministers in the court fell to King Kang.

It is said that King Kang held a large banquet because of this incident, which can be described as proud of his spring breeze.

But at this time, King Ning was not in a good position to rest and recuperate. Instead, he held a banquet on the occasion of the Dragon Boat Festival, and invited almost all civil and military officials and nobles in the capital.

Although, except for the diehard loyalists who had stood in King Ning's camp early on, almost everyone didn't think he had a chance to make a comeback.

But no matter what, King Ning is still King Ning.

As long as His Majesty does not die and King Kang does not take the throne for a day, no one will dare to offend King Ning publicly.

Therefore, most of the civil and military officials and nobles, as long as they are not from Kang Wang's lineage, will participate in today's banquet.

Although, I don't quite get along with that Young Master Yang of the Minister of Rites.

But on this occasion, it is still necessary to go there, even if it is just a formality.

When Fang Xiu was thinking about what kind of gift to prepare, a voice suddenly appeared, interrupting his thoughts: "Master..."

Fang Xiu raised his eyes, and a middle-aged man stood in front of him with a respectful expression.

The shopkeeper of Zhuxuanzhai, Lu Si.

Fang Xiu glanced at him, then continued to eat his rice dumplings, and asked casually, "What's the matter?"

Lu Si's face was a little excited, and he said: "Young Master, someone from the Kyoto Prefecture came, saying that it was the previous order to ban books, and it was a ceremonial department of the imperial court...

The Ministry of Rites asserted something arbitrarily, and then withdrew the announcement. "

Fang Xiu, who had just come out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation and had already heard the news, nodded without much change in expression, and said, "My lord knows."

When Lu Si saw this, the respect on his face became even stronger.

What does it mean not to be surprised when things change, what does it mean to not change face when Mount Tai collapses in front of you.

As expected of the young master.

Hearing such a happy event, he can still keep his face unchanged, which is admirable.

Fang Xiu stuffed the remaining zongzi into his mouth, and suddenly thought of something.

Looking at Lu Si, he ordered: "By the way, these days, don't sell the three books of "Romance of the West Chamber"..."

"Don't sell?"

Lu Si was a little surprised, and said suspiciously: "But young master, the notice from the capital government has been withdrawn, and most of the people who made trouble in front of the study that day have also been released.

If you don't sell books, I'm afraid..."

Even if you don't say the words later, the meaning is already very clear.

Those die-hard fans of "The Romance of the West Chamber" even dared to beat the police in Kyoto Prefecture in order to be able to see the latest issue of "The Romance of the West Chamber".

If they were to know about this, something might happen.

Maybe even the plaque of Zhuxuanzhai will be taken down and smashed.

Fang Xiu thought about it.

Lu Si's words are not without reason.

After all, he had already seen the power of brain-dead fans on various social networks in his previous life.

Since it has to be sold, it can't just be sold by the Zhuxuanzhai family.

Only in this way can the influence of Zhuxuanzhai be reduced.

Can......

In this way, Zhuxuanzhai must give up part of the benefits.

Originally, there were some small bookstores hidden in the dark, making a living on pirated books from Zhuxuanzhai.

If the rubbings of "The Romance of the West Chamber" and other books are handed over to other bookstores, Yi Renju may lose most of its income.

These are all silver...

Fang Xiu always felt a little distressed.

Just when he was about to make up his mind and give up the money that originally belonged to him, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed.

He raised his eyes, looked at Lu Si, and said, "The books "The West Chamber" are not for sale for the time being. I have something new that I want to teach you..."

New things?

A look of doubt appeared on Lu Si's face, and then he listened seriously.

Listening and listening, his expression gradually changed, a little strange.

The look in Fang Xiu's eyes also became strange, giving people a feeling, as if looking at a mentally retarded person.

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After a while, Lu Si looked at Fang Xiu with a look of embarrassment on his face, and said, "Master, a newspaper only sells for a penny, and there is also a copy of "Romance of the West Chamber" as a bonus. This..."

Fang Xiu glanced at him and said: "The "Romance of the West Chamber" is attached as a gift just to promote the newspaper, and it is only for the first two days.

If this is the case, the money is nothing if the newspaper can be promoted in the capital. "

"Can......"

Lu Si lowered his head and whispered: "I don't have any opinion, I just think that this newspaper only sells for a penny, and I'm afraid it may not even be able to pay for it."

Fang Xiu thought for a while and asked, "Do you still remember what my young master said when Zhuxuanzhai was first established?"

When Lu Si heard Fang Xiu mention this matter, his face showed an expression, and he said: "Young master's words, I have always kept them in my heart, and I will never forget them.

The young master taught the younger ones not to be short-sighted and care about temporary gains and losses. The goal of Zhuxuanzhai is the entire Chu Kingdom.

In the future, there will come a day when all the books in Chu, whether scholars or ordinary people, will be read by Zhuxuanzhai..."

Fang Xiu nodded, and just about to say something, he saw Lu Si suddenly realized.

Lu Si raised his head, looked at Fang Xiu, and said shamelessly: "Master, I understand, this newspaper is an opportunity to make Zhuxuan Zhai flourish.

A newspaper sells for only one penny. Although it has losses, it is not worth mentioning compared with the huge profits brought by books such as "The Romance of the West Chamber".

As long as this newspaper is popularized and the people in the capital get used to reading this newspaper every day, in the future, Zhuxuanzhai will have an opportunity to promote books such as "The Romance of the West Chamber".

Wherever there are newspapers, there is Romance of the West Chamber, there is Zhuxuanzhai, and there is Young Master..."

Fang Xiu hurriedly said: "Stop..."