Pan'er was suddenly embarrassed.
"You are the emperor, how do you know what the chief arrester is doing all day? Besides, he is chasing murderers and thieves, doing serious business. What is a female snitch, she is obviously a heroine, robbing the rich and helping the poor!"
"Yes, robbing the rich and giving to the poor." Zong Cong pretended to be serious, but the smile in his eyes gave him away.
Seeing that she was about to turn into anger, he hurriedly said: "You are right, the dog officials here really deserve to be killed. Just now I read it, and I think the content of this book is very innovative, and it is different from the ones you read before." It’s different, why don’t I have someone take it outside the palace and get someone to print it for you?”
These words immediately diverted Pan'er's attention.
"Yes?" Her eyes lit up.
"Why not? After writing it, it's for people to read. Then some people write shitty poems, and after printing them, they call it a fancy name, and when they meet poetry fairs, they put it out to make a name for themselves."
What Zong Cong said was what happened during his tour to the south. There are many literati and scholars in the south of the Yangtze River, but there are also people who are famous for their fame or others. In the middle, he met one or two famous scholars. Okay, in fact, when he went back and looked through the masterpiece that the other party gave him, he almost spit out the tea.
Pan'er also knew about this matter, and therefore knew the meaning of his words.
"But what if people say that the writing is not good?" Pan'er became a little nervous when he got serious.
Zong Cong looked at her, originally he just wanted to coax her not to be angry, but now he took it to heart.
He thought for a while, and said: "It's good or not, you have to be read by others to know. If you can't accept other people's criticism, then you might as well not write."
It was obvious that he hadn't really understood the woman's mind, and after hearing what he said, Pan'er was a little unhappy.
"How can you persuade others like this, so you can't say something nice."
nice words
How did Emperor Jianping ever say nice words to others? He didn't have them when he was a prince before, and he won't have them now when he's an emperor. But whoever called her an exception, I don't know how many exceptions have been broken on her, and it will be nothing if I break a few more.
"I also want to prepare you mentally so that you won't be unhappy when it happens."
Naturally, Pan'er would not ignore the weakness in his words, and glanced at him and said, "Writing a storybook is not a famous masterpiece, so there will be no one to criticize it. Just buy it." She had paid attention to these things when she was in Yangzhou before, so she naturally knew the tricks.
"How can no one buy it, someone will buy it. You give the things to me, and I will let people arrange it." Zong Cong even secretly planned that if no one really bought it by then, he would send people to buy more.
Unexpectedly, Pan'er said: "You are so busy with government affairs, I don't have that much face to trouble you for such a small matter. Besides, you will definitely not do this by yourself. You just arrange it for the people below. When people see that you have come forward, they must have to print things at a loss, and they may also be printed and bought, so what’s the point? Don’t worry about it, I will handle it myself.”
Seeing that she spoke clearly and logically, Zong Cong became curious.
"What are you going to do?"
"I won't tell you."
Regardless of Pan'er's mysterious nature, Zong Cong knew without thinking that she must be planning to send a eunuch out, pretending to be a down-and-out scholar, and find a bookstore to sell the manuscripts to booksellers. Whether or not the bookstore will accept it is another matter, but from Zong Cong's point of view, it shouldn't be difficult to sell it.
But since she said to let him ignore it, he will ignore it, and he will always know the result after a while.
Seeing that it was getting late, Zong Cong didn't intend to leave, and stayed in Jingren Palace for dinner.
After dinner, he would not rest for a while, so he asked Fulu to go to Qianqing Palace to bring a pile of his notebooks, and asked someone to light an extra lamp on the kang table, leaning on the kang to read the notebooks.
Pan'er had nothing to do, so he simply asked someone to bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and sat opposite him to continue writing his unfinished manuscript.
One person on one side is very harmonious.
Time passed by, and the night gradually darkened.
Pan'er felt a little itchy on his face, but he didn't take it seriously, just rubbed it with his hands, and continued to write. Unexpectedly, it didn't feel right. When I stretched out my hand, I found a touch of red on the back of my hand.
Red is on her face.
She looked up, only to find that the person on the opposite side was holding a ink brush and looking at her with a smile. Then she felt that something was wrong on her face, and she stretched out her hand to wipe it again, and it was red again.
"What did you do to my face?"
As she said that, she wiped his face with her own hand. Zong Cong didn't watch out for her being so bold, and was wiped straight, and then both of them were stunned.
"Who told you to mess with me first." She said angrily, and hurriedly got off the kang to look for the mirror. Cattail and Fulu didn't cry when they saw it, and they didn't dare to come in.
Pan'er went to the mirror, only to realize that she had become a big painted face.
The forehead was okay, he drew a pattern of plum blossoms for her, and it was regarded as a flower tin.
But on the cheek
One side was not destroyed by her, so it looked like a turtle? !
Pan'er was almost dizzy from anger, and when he saw him follow in, she complained: "You are so grown up, you are the father of a child, why are you still playing with such children's things?"
"I think I draw pretty well." He admired the plum blossom on her forehead and said.
"Then I'll draw you one later?"
"I'm a man, so I don't need yellow decals."
Anyway, he is the biggest, and he is justified in everything he says.
Pan'er didn't argue with him, and then she saw that she couldn't wipe it off with a handkerchief, so she went to the bathroom.
There is a shelf in the corner of the bathroom. There is a mirror on the shelf, and a copper basin is placed under the mirror. There is water in the basin, which is the place where the dishes are usually used to cleanse the face. The ladies in the palace will replace the water after use, so the water is clean.
She washed her face with water and finally it was clean.
Drying her face, she saw that he was standing by the side, with a red streak on his face, like a red cat's beard, she suppressed her smile, looked at the red water in the basin, and said hypocritically: "Your Majesty, do you want to have a red cat's beard?" Wash it too? But the water in this basin was polluted by the concubine, wait a minute, the concubine will let someone come in and change the basin."
Let people come in to change the water, don't they just let others see his dishonest appearance, what will happen to his face then
Zong Cong looked at his face in the mirror, grabbed her, and said with a straight face: "There is no need to change the water, anyway, it was used by my concubine, and it's not like she hasn't bathed with me before. I despise you, so my concubine just dipped a handkerchief in water and wiped it off for me."
It was obvious that the situation was stronger than people, so Pan'er had no choice but to give in.
She chose a clean place on the veil and dipped it in water, stood in front of him and wiped his face. After wiping, she couldn't help lying in his arms and laughing. Laugh at his concubine love.
"What are you laughing at?"
"No, no... um..."
Fu Lu pricked up his ears to listen to the movement inside. After listening for a while, he finally relaxed and stood up straight.
Just bumped into a cattail next to him, he puffed out his chest, and assumed the posture of the chief eunuch: "What are you listening to, little girl, don't hurry down."
Cattail walked away limply, and couldn't help looking back at Fu Lu while walking.
Say I shouldn't listen, your old man is also listening to the corner.
Zong Cong's guess was right, Pan'er really had this kind of plan in the beginning, he asked a eunuch to go out and pretend to be a down-and-out scholar, and sold the manuscript.
But after yesterday, she had a different idea.
Most of the bookstores nowadays are polarized. To put it in vernacular, some take the serious route, printing the Four Books and Five Classics, a subset of classics and history, or various famous masterpieces, current essays, and examination questions. The books in this kind of bookstore are usually extremely expensive. Yes, but relatively speaking, the engraving is exquisite, the paper quality is excellent, and the ink is also well used.
Another way is to take the lower-level route and sell all kinds of vernacular novels and rural chronicles. There is a common saying nowadays that selling ancient books is not as good as selling current literature, and printing contemporary literature is not as good as printing vernacular novels, which means that this kind of lower-level line has a wider audience.
Wide acceptance means that there are more people who buy it, and more people buy it means that it is profitable, which causes booksellers to flock to enter the market. In order to grab business, it is not uncommon to use low prices as a gimmick. …
Since the price is low, there are disadvantages to being relatively natural.
It's like if Pan'er bought a book in Yangzhou during the southern tour, the better ones would not exceed two taels of silver at most, and you could buy dozens of texts every time. But she usually buys the best ones, because although the second-class ones are cheap, the paper quality is poor, and the engraving is also extremely rough. I can't see it.
But even the most expensive ones are rough for her to look at. If she really planned to print her manuscript into a book, how could she accept being published in this form, so she planned to send someone out of the palace to collect a bookstore.
In this way, her manuscripts have a place to arrange, even if they can't be sold, they will be happy when they are printed beautifully.
Except for this matter, the bookstore should continue to do business without any delay, just invest in a small shop for Wanrong to earn some money for her rouge and gouache.
Pan'er handed over the matter to Feng Hai.
Now that Feng Hai has become omnipotent, Pan'er also begins to feel that there are not enough people around her, but this kind of thing can't be rushed, so it can only be done slowly.
On the other side, although Zong Cong did not mention the withdrawal of the respect room, the people in the respect room did not dare to go to the Qianqing Palace, and they were more peaceful than when the Taishang Huang just fell ill.
Empress Chen saw that this matter was resolved, although the result was not satisfactory, but she was relieved, and finally she was free to do the important thing she wanted to do most, but she soon found that things were not going well.