The grass in the factory should be plucked

Zhenguogongfu.

The Duke of Zhenguo looked at the flyer in his hand, feeling both surprised and puzzled. He said to his eldest grandson Zhang Huai, "Where did this helper come from? It's simply a stroke of genius!"

Zhang Huai said with a smile: "The King of Qi is in disarray, so he has no time to keep an eye on the King of Jin."

Otherwise, they would cause trouble every now and then. Even if they couldn't do anything to Prince Jin, it would be very annoying to have flies buzzing around them all the time.

The Duke of Zhenguo said, "Send someone to check who did this."

Zhang Huai nodded in agreement.

The Duke of Zhenguo pondered and said, "There is only one leaflet at the moment, why doesn't Lu Youliang come out in person?"

Zhang Huai thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps he is unable to show up, or perhaps the timing is not right, or perhaps it is simply a false accusation."

The Duke of Zhenguo nodded: "Yes, both are possible."

If Lu Youliang had not shown up, the matter would not have continued to ferment, and after a while, it would have been regarded as a rumor and disappeared.

He asked Zhang Huai to pay close attention to the matter and, if necessary, to add fuel to the fire and maximize the impact.

It is more embarrassing for families with daughters. They just boasted not long ago that their daughter could recite "Guifan Zhuan" by heart, and she would definitely take the imperial concubine as an example and be a virtuous, chaste and quiet wife.

Within two days, rumors spread that the book was actually plagiarized by the imperial concubine. How embarrassing!

There was a lot of discussion in the teahouses and taverns in the capital.

In the Zhiwei Teahouse, as soon as the storyteller Mr. Wang Da came on stage, someone in the audience sneered, "Mr. Wang Da, are you still talking about the "Guifan Zhuan" today? Why don't you tell us whose work this book was plagiarized from?"

"That's right, Mr. Wang, do you have any inside information? Would the Imperial Concubine really plagiarize other people's works?"

Mr. Wang was quite embarrassed: "The emperor has not yet made a decision, so we should not discuss this matter. Be careful not to say anything out of turn!"

"I heard from the eunuchs in the palace that His Majesty was so angry that he became ill. This is probably true."

"Really? I was wondering why the Imperial Concubine didn't come out and refute the rumor right away?"

"Who is the legendary author, Lu Youliang? Does anyone know him?"

"I have heard of this man. He is from Pingyang, Shanxi Province. He is well-known for his talent in the local area, but he failed in the imperial examinations many times. He is poor and destitute, and makes a living by copying books for others."

"Since there is such a person, why doesn't he come forward and personally testify against the Imperial Concubine? I think this is probably just a rumor."

"What a coincidence! Xiaoke is from Pingyang, Shanxi. Lv Youliang is no longer in Shanxi. I heard that he took his family to live with his relatives in Jiangnan."

"What a coincidence? In my opinion, he was silenced, wasn't he?"

"what……"

Various rumors were rampant.

Nangong Xihe really wanted to come out and clarify the rumors, but was stopped by Zheng Shoucheng.

At present, Lu Youliang’s whereabouts are unknown. The other party only distributed one round of leaflets and did not take any further action. How do we know that this is not a long-term plan?

They were afraid that as soon as they came out to refute the rumors, the other party would release Lu Youliang and slap them in the face, which would be a bad ending.

Anyway, Lu Youliang has disappeared and there is no victim. This rumor will only spread for a while and then disappear with the wind.

The emperor was furious and ordered the East Factory to resolve the matter as soon as possible while on his sickbed.

First, he had to find Lu Youliang as soon as possible; second, he had to find the person who distributed the leaflets. How dare he openly throw dirty water on the royal family! He would tear this person into pieces!

Liao Wuyong called Xie Changan over. He gently pinched his brows and felt a slight headache. "Saint, are you sure you can solve the case within a certain time limit?"

Xie Changan said frankly: "The other party seems to have taken the initiative. Last time, they hid Lu Youliang before us, and this time they took action in time after the King of Jin was impeached. I think the other party should be someone from the Zhenguogong faction."

"If the East Factory were to face the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, there would be no chance of winning."

Liao Wuyong frowned, "How did the Duke of Zhenguo know that Feng Chuan brought back the "Guifan Zhuan" from Shanxi? Why did he go to Shanxi in advance to hide Lu Youwei?"

His eyes turned cold: "Could it be that someone in our East Factory has leaked the secret?"

Xie Changan thought for a moment and said, "This matter was discovered by my secret guards. Apart from me and the secret guards, only the head of the team who was responsible for compiling the report knew about it."

"Is the secret guard trustworthy?"

Xie Changan was a little embarrassed: "It's the one next to me..."

Liao Wuyong was stunned for a moment, then he understood. It turned out to be Chang'an's beloved person. Then there was no problem.

He chuckled: "Don't let your sentimentality affect the overall situation."

"Yes, I will follow my godfather's teachings!"

"Check all the people who handled the report." Liao Wuyong said slowly, "The most urgent task is to find out the people who distributed the leaflets!"

If the leaflets were scattered all over the capital overnight, there would definitely be traces left.

"Yes!"

After Xie Changan returned to the yamen, he immediately assigned the task.

Send out all the secret guards to stake out the streets and alleys of the capital to see if there are any suspicious people.

Then mobilize the informants who are active in the market to go to various brothels, bars, teahouses and restaurants to gather news and intelligence.

He called Jiang Li in again: "Can your mouse find this person?"

Jiang Li rolled her eyes at him and said, "Sir, you are making things too difficult for my rats! This has happened for several days, how can the rats find the person? They can't just catch someone and ask if it was you who distributed the flyers."

"Besides, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the mice don't like to come out of their holes. My rat also needs a vacation!"

Xie Changan smiled and said, "I'm sorry. Let me apologize to your rat and ask it what reward it wants at the end of the year."

The fat rat hid in Jiang Li's sleeve, and tears welled up in its eyes when it heard the words. It was finally taken seriously by this evil star!

Normally, he would look at it with a look that seemed to want to kill it.

If looks could kill rats, the fat rat felt like he would have died hundreds of times already!

Jiang Li felt a little guilty, as they would definitely not be able to find the "person" who distributed the flyers.

Although the flyers were secretly printed by Li's company, the ones who distributed them were her rat-like friends all over the capital!

They secretly hid the leaflets in every corner of the capital at night. When the wind was strong in winter, the leaflets were blown all over the city.

Therefore, even if the Eastern Depot turned the capital upside down, it would never be able to find this "person".

She felt very uneasy facing Xie Changan, but she, Concubine Zhou, and Nangong Xihe were in a fight to the death.

If these two people cannot be killed, they will definitely kill her and Xie Changan after they gain power.

Brother Changan, for our safety, I must defeat them completely and never let them stand up again. Don't blame me for hiding this from you in the future!

Feeling guilty towards Xie Changan, Jiang Li started to work hard to make money after returning to the cold palace from his shift.

She also asked her cat guards to go to various palaces and steal many purses from the palace maids to study.

After disassembling countless purses and pricking all ten of his fingers countless times, Jiang Li finally made a finished product.