Abandoned daughter takes charge of the family, so rich that even the best people can't envy

However, she was not happy for two days before her servants came to report that the sales of today's "Record of the Saint's Dreams" were seriously poor.

Cui Zixuan sneered, "Don't worry, they won't be able to do it soon."

They themselves can't write anything anymore, they have run out of ideas, and now they are just trying their best.

Humph, a peasant girl with no roots and no money dares to go against the Cui family?

Her Cui family has guest officials, and the contents of "The Dream Record of the Saint" are all written by guest officials, so "The Dream Record of the Saint" never worries about manuscripts.

Cui Zixuan became more and more convinced that Song Jinxiu's "Cangwu People's Daily" no longer had any subsequent manuscripts, and had begun to acquire them from outside at high prices. Could it still survive in the long run?

Imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel. Soon she couldn't laugh anymore.

The Cangwu People's Daily published an endless stream of poems and songs, and the serialized novels showed no sign of being discontinued.

The poetry appreciation section over the past two days, in particular, has astonished the literati and scholars of the capital. The newspaper was sold out as soon as it was published.

Even some smart people buy a few more sets and then sell them at a high price, but the supply still cannot meet the demand.

Cui Zixuan looked at the Cangwu People's Daily and sneered, "Hmph! Such a trivial skill, unworthy of being published in a prestigious journal."

The newspaper that she mentioned was not worthy of being published was currently on His Majesty's desk.

"Hahaha, this girl is quite clever. The newspaper reported the other day that the wintersweet tree at the corner of Tianfu Temple has blossomed.

The poem "Plum Blossoms" was published today.

There were several plum branches in the corner, and Ling Han opened it alone.Knowing from a distance is not snow, but for a dark fragrance.

Good poem, good poem! "

The next day, snowflakes were falling.

The poetry section of Cangwu People's Daily published a poem called "Snow on the River".

"Birds have disappeared from thousands of mountains, and people have disappeared from thousands of paths. A man with a coir raincoat hat is alone in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river."

Once this poem was published, Cangwu People's Daily became a hot topic.

Zhu Beichen ordered people to print more copies day and night, but the supply still could not meet the demand.

Cui Zixuan finally couldn't sit still anymore.

Looking at the piles of unsold copies of the "Dream Records of the Saint," she said aloud, "We'll also add poetry. Let's have guest officials write for me. Also, we'll offer a reward for good poems and buy them at a high price."

I heard that "The Dream Record of the Saint" also has new poems, so its sales have obviously increased.

However, no matter how many poems were published, none of them could surpass the one published in Cangwu People's Daily.

Moreover, human potential is limited. Cui Jiake finally stopped publishing new poems, so the sales naturally dropped again.

For this reason, some people mocked Cui Zixuan's "The Dream Record of the Saint" for trying to imitate the "Cangwu People's Daily" and it was simply a case of the ugly woman imitating the beautiful woman.

Cui Zixuan broke another set of teacups.

The guest official of the Cui family gave her some advice.

"The poems in the Cangwu People's Daily are all about winter. We can't compete with them, but we have plenty in stock for other seasons."

"Yes, Miss, there's no requirement to write poems that suit the season. Why don't we publish some poems from other seasons, such as spring, to bring some different colors to this harsh winter?"

So the "Record of Dreams Given by the Saint" began to publish spring poems.

The poems were beautiful and people were curious about them, so the sales were obviously good.

However, the Cangwu People's Daily remained unmoved and continued to report the facts and then published poems to suit the occasion.

Cui Zixuan began to feel smug. She even mocked the Cangwu People's Daily in her "Record of the Saint's Dreams." She wondered if she could write a spring poem too.

"Yes, come on if you can, come on!"

Cui Zixuan's followers began to shout along.

Song Jinxiu remained unmoved, but the loyal readers of Cangwu People's Daily were not happy.

"Ha, you're just trying to fool people with some old poems, and you still have the nerve to shout? If you can write a snow scene that surpasses 'Snow on the River,' we'll consider you the winner!"

"What's wrong with old poems? At least we have them. If they're not satisfied, they can come, right? And you can write a spring poem too. If you can't, then just close down."

When Song Jinxiu heard the news, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows: A battle between fans, she didn't expect that she would have so many fans.

Fighting for the fans is a must.

So, on the poetry section of the Cangwu People's Daily the next day, the title "Spring River Moon Night" was written in black and white.

The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon rises with the tide. The ripples follow the waves for thousands of miles, and there is no spring river without a bright moon...

Didn't you ask for a spring poem? Here it is, let's see if you can handle it!

Who can compare to "Spring River Moon Night"? It has been a masterpiece for five thousand years in China, and in this alien world of Cangwu, it is a masterpiece.

As soon as this poem came out, the whole capital city fell silent.

However, before people could recover from the beautiful poetry, news came out that Song Jinfang's teahouse would publicly perform the song and dance "Spring River Moon Night" half a month later.

Suddenly everyone was telling each other the news, and the capital was bustling again.

However, on the day of the performance, because there were too many people and traffic was blocked, several imperial censors jointly submitted a memorial to impeach Song Jinxiu for disturbing public order.

The emperor heard this and asked, "The road is blocked? That's easy to fix."

"I'm also very interested in the music and dance of 'Spring River Moon Night'. How about this? Let them set up a stage in the Meridian Gate Square so that I, my mother, and the Empress can have a look."

Song Jinxiu was dumbfounded when she heard this.

In the middle of winter, you want to perform "Moonlit Night on the Spring River" outdoors? Do you want to freeze people to death?

The reason why I asked my sister's teahouse to perform this play was to make her teahouse gain some popularity. Besides, the stage in the teahouse has floor heating, and when the big Northeast kang is heated, the whole teahouse will be warm like spring.

Song Jinxiu: "Your Majesty, this is inappropriate, isn't it?"

Everyone: "Yes, Your Majesty, the Meridian Gate is indeed not a suitable place."

"Tomorrow is the day my queen enters the palace, and I want to celebrate with the people."

Song Jinxiu: Well, now that the "wedding anniversary" has been brought up, it seems that the emperor is determined to "share happiness with the people."

But performing "Moonlit Night on a Spring River" in the middle of winter is just too crazy. Why does it feel like I've shot myself in the foot?

In view of the freezing cold winter weather, Song Jinxiu decided to dance by herself.

Her body had been cleansed and her meridians and marrow had been strengthened, and she had entered the second level of the Qi Refining Stage. She was no longer afraid of cold or heat.

Flower Moon Night is naturally performed at night.

The next day, a full moon was in the sky, the lights on both sides of the stage were bright, and in the misty air, the beautiful music of the guzheng sounded, accompanied by Song Jinxiu's graceful dance. The song "Spring River Moon Night" began beautifully.

On the city wall, civil and military officials accompanied the emperor, the empress dowager, the queen, and a group of concubines, princes and princesses, all of whom were shocked.

In the square, around the stage, were the people of the capital who came to watch.

Left Prime Minister Wei Zhen looked at the smoke on the stage, frowned, and asked, "Why is there a fire? Has the Submerged Fire Department prepared a water tank?"

The eldest prince smiled and said, "Don't worry, Lord Wei. I've asked around, and this smoke is made from something called a smoke cake. It's a small piece, and there are people watching over it, so it'll be fine."

"Hmph! Princess Kangle is just full of tricks." Marquis Pingyang flicked his sleeves in disdain.

Everyone: This is someone else’s child. If she were your granddaughter, you wouldn’t speak in that tone.

The Queen Mother looked at the little figure on the stage and asked uncertainly, "Is that dancer Princess Kangle?"

The Queen smiled and nodded, "Yes, it's Princess Kangle."

The Queen Mother frowned and said, "This is not like her usual self at all?"

Everyone: It certainly doesn’t look like it.

Usually, the girl has a plain face and never wears makeup. She stands straight with a righteous look, and looks very mature, just like the Tianshan Child-Fairy in the novel serialized in the Cangwu People's Daily.

But now, the little girl has a peach petal between her eyebrows, her lips are bright red, and her eyebrows and eyes are lively. She dances gracefully in the smoke, like a fairy descending to earth.

Emperor Cangwu's heart skipped a beat. The little girl was so beautiful that he suddenly wanted to hide her.