Family affection? Is it important to have rights?

People who hold high positions and hold power are often very concerned about changes in the court and are extremely sensitive to public opinion.

Recently, I don’t know when it started, but a collection of poems has been circulating among the people. Everyone who has read it has praised it highly, and no one has questioned or objected.

Gradually, some dignitaries also became curious about this famous collection of poems.

After they opened the poetry collection with disdain, curiosity and the intention of killing time, their faces all turned into shock.

Their first reaction after reading the collection of poems was to send someone to find the author who wrote these poems.

Without exception.

Prime Minister Mu had also heard about a highly praised poetry collection, but as he was so busy with his work, he had neither the time nor the interest to read the book.

However, this trend spread to the court, and even the eldest prince became interested in this collection of poems.

As the eldest prince with the greatest hope of inheriting the throne, those who support him will definitely find out what he is interested in.

As Prime Minister Mu had never taken sides among the princes, he just wanted to explore the reasons why this collection of poems was so popular.

I heard that the price of this collection of poems has risen from two taels of silver to ten taels of silver.

Maybe in a few days, the price will be even higher.

Mu Wenyu sat at the desk with deep eyes, holding the collection of poems that he praised so highly in his hand.

Anonymous? Are you afraid to reveal your real name?

Or is the author hiding it on purpose?

His white, slender hands with distinct joints looked particularly disconnected when placed on the poetry collection with an extremely rough and perfunctory cover.

He slowly turned the first page, and the moment he saw the content, a hint of surprise flashed in Mu Wenyu's eyes.

He frowned slightly and looked serious. This style of poetry definitely did not come from someone he knew.

Where did this anonymous person come from?

hermit?

Mu Wenyu flipped through the pages faster and faster, but not a single article was of poor quality, and some were even better than the last.

Even he, who was once the top scholar in the imperial examination, could not write a poem that could match it.

He frowned and called a servant outside the door, "Go and find out who the author of this collection of poems is."

Although Mu Wenyu felt that there was a high probability that nothing would be found, he still couldn't miss any possibility.

Coincidentally, Mu Jinbai and Mu Jinxi came to their father's place together. Seeing his father staring at a book, Mu Jinxi asked casually.

"Father, what are you reading?"

After they came in, Mu Wenyu's indifferent expression instantly became much gentler, but there was no warmth in the depths of his eyes.

"You've come at the right time. Come and take a look at this collection of poems and tell me what you think after reading it."

Mu Jinbai and Mu Jinxi looked at each other in confusion, then walked up to their father and read the content.

Mu Wenyu paused, then handed the poetry collection to them naturally.

Jinbai and Jinxi look a little too much like the lady, but it's a pity that Jinfeng, who looks the most like him, is useless.

Mu Jinbai and Mu Jinxi did not notice their father's distant behavior; their attention was focused on the poetry collection in front of them.

They were still young and could not hide their expressions well. Their exclamations made Mu Wenyu feel like his wife had given birth to two noisy ducks.

The expression on his face was still flawless, but the thumb of his left hand hidden under his sleeve kept rubbing his index finger, which also showed his inner irritability.

He really wanted to kick his two sons out of the study, but he couldn't, at least not yet.

Mu Wenyu lowered his eyes, picked up the tea on the table and took a sip, waiting for them to finish reading the poetry collection.

This collection of poems left Mu Jinbai and Mu Jinxi dumbfounded. It can be said that this book directly raised their horizons. They asked excitedly: "Father, which writer wrote this? Every word is so precious!"

It can be said that this is the best poem they have ever seen. You have to know that they were all enlightened by their fathers, and enjoyed the highest level of teaching content and environment since childhood, and the place where they studied was also Chongwenguan.

"The author of this collection of poems has not made his name public, but I have sent someone to look for him."

"Now tell me what you feel after watching it."

……

As soon as the eldest prince Ji Ruikun returned to the mansion, his gentle image in the eyes of outsiders immediately changed. Without that smile, the viciousness in his eyes had nowhere to hide.

"Have you found the author of that poetry collection?"

The servant who reported back to the palace was embarrassed and knelt on the ground. "Your Highness, I have asked the bookstore owner, but he said he didn't know."

Ji Ruikun repeated it slowly, "Don't know?"

"Is it possible to send you away without knowing anything?"

"No, no, I took some people to tie up the bookstore owner and torture him severely."

The servant hurriedly explained, but his face became paler and paler.

"only……"

Ji Ruikun glanced over and asked, "Just?"

"But the boss really didn't know. He said that the man was wrapped up tightly that day, and he also wore a hat on his head to cover his face. It was really hard to tell who he was."

"Oh?"

Ji Ruikun's face darkened. His father didn't know about this collection of poems yet. He originally wanted to find the author first and introduce him to his father.

But the author cannot be found now, and I’m afraid that my father will find out about this collection of poems in a few days.

"Forget it, just deal with the bookstore owner. He can't die yet."

Ji Ruikun waved his hand, signaling the servant to go down.

The servant heaved a sigh of relief, took his leave calmly, and ran away as soon as he got out of the door.

Previously, a servant was a little hasty when leaving in front of His Highness, and he never saw that servant again.

Therefore, you must never show any expression or action that shows that you are eager to leave His Highness.

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The clerk in the bookstore finally saw Boss Zhang limping back, and he quickly asked with concern, "Boss, where have you been this morning?"

When Boss Zhang raised his head, he scared his waiter so much that he took a step back. He saw that Boss's face was covered with bruises and was almost swollen like a pig's head!

Could it be that the boss was hit by a club?

"Boss, you..."

"Don't mention it, I just fell accidentally, it's okay."

Boss Zhang didn't want to mention it and just said it was an accident.

"Okay, but boss, all the poetry books we printed are sold out. There are so many people waiting to buy them!"

"So fast! Quick! Keep printing!"

Boss Zhang felt that being beaten was no big deal, as the money would still go into his pocket anyway.

"Print another 500 copies!"

"okay!"

The guy forgot about his boss's injury and was now only thinking about making money.

Boss Zhang staggered back into the room, and finally couldn't help the expression on his face. He slowly took off his clothes, revealing not only bruises but also traces of bleeding from being whipped.

"hiss!"

He took out a bottle of powder and sprinkled it gently on the wound.

"No, next time that guest comes, he has to ask for some money for his injuries!"