I, the queen and the father, start with a deer as a horse

Newspapers, of course she has heard of them.

A piece of paper with various content printed on it, produced by Zhufengxuan, sold for only one penny per copy, became popular in Chang'an in just a few days.

but.

She couldn't figure out what the relationship between grabbing rouge and newspapers had to do with it.

Seeing Lin Wan'er's expression, the young woman thought she didn't know the newspaper, so she frowned and said:

"My sister doesn't live in Chang'an City, does she?"

Lin Wan'er wanted to deny it, but hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "I usually live outside the city, and today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so I'm going to the city to join in the fun."

The young woman looked exactly like that, and said:

"Let me just say, who in Chang'an City doesn't know about newspapers..."

After a pause, he continued:

"The so-called newspaper is actually a piece of paper with a printed script and other things. A copy costs only a penny, and it doesn't matter if you can't read or write. When you go to teahouses and Goulan, people are reading newspapers everywhere. They can read them several times a day. Living in Chang’an City, it’s hard not to know.”

Lin Wan'er was still at a loss: "But what does this have to do with Rouge?"

The young woman said: "Of course it has something to do with it! The newspaper said that Zhenbaozhai's new product drunken bonus is a good rouge that Mrs. Yipin is using! Mid-Autumn Festival special sale, limited to [-] copies!"

This time.

Lin Wan'er understood.

Mrs. Yipin, sale, limited edition...

Putting these words together, she thought she was pure-hearted, and she felt her heart move when she heard it.

What's more, it is the ladies of the family who compare each other on weekdays.

From this point of view, the reason why this rouge called Drunken Flower Red is so popular is not accidental!

If there were no newspapers, this rouge might have sold a thousand copies, but it was absolutely impossible to cause such a sensation.

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"Then again, if the rouge printed in the newspaper is not Zhenbaozhai's rouge, but other shops' rouge, will it have the same effect?"

Such a question suddenly popped up in Lin Wan'er's mind.

She looked thoughtful and quickly came to a conclusion.

Will do!

The main reason why Rouge is so popular is that newspapers are so popular.

Therefore, even if it is replaced by rouge from other shops, these people will still loot it.

More than rouge.

It's the same with other products!

Do not!

Not only commodities, but also other content, the same is true!

As the little empress' personal maid and eyes and ears.

Lin Wan'er's mind turned quickly, and she thought of a lot in just a moment.

If one day, the content of the goods in the newspaper becomes the imperial court, officials, and even His Majesty!

What will happen?

You don't need to think about it, you know that the contents of the newspaper will spread quickly in Chang'an City, causing a great sensation!

For example, referring to a stag as a horse, the entire Daqian, except for the princes and nobles, civil and military officials, few people know about it.

But if it is printed in newspapers, it may spread throughout Dagan in less than five days, and everyone in Dagan will know about it!

As a result, His Majesty's majesty will completely collapse.

From then on, the people of Dagan will only be afraid of the prime minister like a tiger, and will no longer feel that your majesty is the real dragon emperor, awe-inspiring and inviolable.

"This little newspaper is so terrifying!"

Thinking of this, Lin Wan'er gasped in her heart.

Without further hesitation, Xiao Xiaobu ran back to the side of the little empress.

Wu Mingkong looked at her and asked, "Did you find out?"

"Ok!"

Lin Wan'er nodded heavily, took a few breaths, and recounted what she had just heard.

"They are grabbing a new rouge called Zuihuahong..."

"The reason why it is popular is mainly because of the newspaper..."

"You can buy it for only a penny if you can read, and you can go to Goulan to listen to those who can't read..."

"Everyone in Chang'an City already knows the contents of the newspaper..."

At first, Wu Mingkong didn't pay much attention to Lin Wan'er's words, and even found it a bit ridiculous.

A rouge, just adding the two words of special sale and limited edition, can attract countless women to scramble for it, and even fight for it.

It can be seen that there are still many people who follow the crowd blindly in this world.

but!

After hearing the back, Wu Mingkong's expression gradually became serious.

Obviously she didn't expect that a small newspaper could play such a big role.

after a while

When Lin Wan'er finished talking about what she had seen and heard, the little empress's expression was extremely serious.

She looked up at Lin Wan'er, with a serious expression, and asked in a deep voice, "Who is the person behind Zhufengxuan?"

She doesn't believe it.

Anyone who can figure out how to sell newspapers cheaply for a penny will be nobody.

Lin Wan'er hesitated for a moment, and replied: "The servants are still investigating who it is, but it's not surprising, it has something to do with Mr. Fang."

"It's him?"

The little empress was slightly taken aback, for some reason, she suddenly felt that her heart was not so heavy.

Chapter 96 Put Fang Xiang on the dragon couch

Seeing this, Lin Wan'er hesitated for a moment, and said, "My lord, aren't you worried?"

Wu Mingkong glanced at her and asked back, "What are you worried about?"

Lin Wan'er opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end she didn't speak.

Your Majesty has been overwhelmed by love!

It's useless to say anything!

Seeing her strange expression, Wu Mingkong instantly understood what was going on in her heart.

Laughing at himself, he said, "Worried about him telling the story of the process of accusing a deer in the newspaper, or worried about him saying that he has sat on the couch?"

Lin Wan'er was startled, looked at Wu Mingkong, hesitated for a while, and then said: "Young master, one day you will regain power."

Wu Mingkong laughed at himself and said: "I have always thought so, but now it seems that it is more practical to put him on the dragon couch."

Your Majesty, did you give up on yourself?

Lin Wan'er was startled again, she looked left and right with her small head, for fear that someone would hear her words.

"Son, you..."

Lin Wan'er opened her mouth, wanting to say a few words of comfort, but was interrupted as soon as she opened her mouth.

"I'm fine. Some things, the more persistent they are, the more painful they are. Now I have figured it out. Since he likes to toss, let him toss. Anyway, he has been tossing for ten years. What's the harm in a few more years?

What's more, since I came to the throne, what he has done is more beneficial to the court and the people. I have suffered some grievances, which is nothing. "

Speaking of which.

The little empress seemed to have thought of something, Qingcheng's face revealed a look of disappointment, and said slowly:

"It's ridiculous to say that the emperor's grandfather and father are both the 72 concubines of the Sixth Courtyard of the Sangong. They work hard every day for the country, but in the end they are still passed down in the same line. They have no choice but to let me, a daughter, be the emperor."

"Inheriting the throne is not what I want. If I hadn't seen the common people living in dire straits, I wouldn't have competed with those sidelines for the throne..."

Speaking of this, she sighed and stopped talking, there was a trace of fatigue deep in her eyes, and said leisurely:

"I'm being hypocritical again today."

Seeing this, Lin Wan'er felt distressed for a while.

As the little empress' personal maid, no one knows the empress better than her.

Since His Majesty ascended the throne, he has been bored in the Hall of Mental Cultivation all day long, reviewing memorials day and night, exhausted both physically and mentally to the extreme.

That's why.

It's not that His Majesty is showing off his ability to take everything on himself.

But as a last resort...

After all, before referring to a deer as a horse.

Many political affairs that should have been dealt with by the Ministry of Education were simply because they did not involve the interests of the princes of the court.

That lazy bastard...

Forehead......

Fang Xiang didn't want to ask any questions, and handed everything over to his incompetent subordinates who had a vegetarian meal.

For the people of Liming.

As a last resort, His Majesty could only take it all at once.

Everything is personally asked and personally annotated.

That's why.

Fang Xiang only has so much time to form a party for personal gain and support private soldiers.

But His Majesty cannot rest for a moment.

Fortunately, after referring to a deer as a horse.

Fang Xiang didn't know whether it was because of his love for His Majesty, or for other reasons, he changed a lot.

For some political affairs that do not involve the interests of the princes, but only involve ordinary people, Prime Minister Fang will stay in the Ministry of Education and handle them by himself, so that His Majesty has some leisure time.

sometimes.

Lin Wan'er even felt lucky.

"It's a good thing that your Majesty's birth was so overwhelming that Fang Xiang couldn't help but be moved by it and cherish it. Otherwise, with His Majesty's temperament, he would die of exhaustion in the Hall of Mental Cultivation sooner or later."

Think of this.

Lin Wan'er's eyes burst out with a strange light, she leaned closer, and said in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, this servant thinks what you said is right. Cultivating one's own influence is a waste of money and energy. In the end, it may be a waste of money to fetch water from a bamboo basket. Why don't you just grab Fang Xiang and hold him in the dragon's seat?" on the couch, let him..."

"Fairy Wood"

Before she could finish speaking, her little head suffered a solid blow.

Wu Mingkong's face was red, and he aimed at Lin Wan'er's head twice more, cursing angrily:

"Let you talk nonsense! Let you talk nonsense!"

"pain!"

Lin Wan'er covered her little head, with an aggrieved expression on her face: "Didn't you say that yourself!"

"My son is laughing at himself! Do you know what self-deprecating is?"