God-level Consort of the Tang Dynasty

On the cover, there are only a few large characters that are quite satisfactory: experience in politics.

Du He looked through, the first article was Fang Xuanling's "On Political Virtue".

This pamphlet is exactly what Fang Xuanling and Wei Zheng wrote when they were imprisoned in the Laiguo Duke's mansion, they exchanged tuberculosis, and had no choice but to write articles in exchange for immortal medicine.

The two wrote a total of 36 articles.

Twenty articles by Fang Xuanling.

Sixteen articles by Wei Zheng.

The style is naturally parallel prose, and the articles are short. Therefore, 36 articles are printed together, and there is only a thin booklet.

The more Du He looked, the deeper his frown became.

Wang Erniu's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked, "Master, is there a mistake?"

Du He put down the booklet and shook his head: "There are no mistakes or omissions, but you didn't do what I asked."

"what?"

Du He saw Wang Erniu's honest look, and explained: "What I want to create is a best-selling book, the design should be novel, unique, and eye-catching, so that people can't wait to buy a box and put it in the box after just one glance. The kind at home... And then, it started the reputation of Datang Study, and the Datang Study has been in decline for too long."

Datang Study was well-known all over the world because of movable type printing and a book of "Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties".

But after Du He let go of it, under the leadership of Wang Erniu, it became more and more a printing factory.

This is not the study that Du He wants.

The more Wang Erniu listened, the more confused he became.

Finally, he looked at Du He anxiously.

Seeing this, Du He sighed, and said, "Since that's the case, this time, let me do the knife myself, and I will serve you with pen and ink!"

Wang Erniu was immediately filled with joy.

……

evening.

The sky is going to be dark.

A carriage came to the gate of Wei Mansion.

A scholar claimed to be from Datang Study and came to give money.

A total of three hundred guan.

This is no small sum.

The butler didn't dare to make a decision, so he hurriedly reported to Wei Zheng.

"Master, there's a guy at the door who claims to be from Datang Study, and says he's sending manuscript fees to the master, a total of three hundred coins..."

Wei Zheng was taken aback.

Send money?

He stood up abruptly and asked, "Call him to ask."

The housekeeper said, "He left the money and left."

Ordinarily, some people give free money, which is a good thing.

But Wei Zheng always felt that something was wrong, and felt uneasy.

He paced back and forth, and said to himself: "This old man has nothing to do with Datang Study, so there is absolutely no reason to give money to this old man for nothing. Du He...it must be Du He...it must be Du He who did it, but ...Du He did this, why on earth..."

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

The housekeeper added: "By the way, master, the man said that he is still busy delivering money to Fangfu."

Housing.

That was the residence of Fang Xuanling, the left chancellor of the dynasty.

Wei Zheng seemed to have thought of something, and he hurriedly said, "Hurry up and ask Fangfu for an invitation. Tonight, the old man is going to entertain Mr. Fang at the Drunken Immortal Building."

The butler looked at Wei Zheng in surprise.

My master has always been stingy, plus he is not rich, so it is rare to invite guests a few times a year, so he spends so much money today?

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Chapter 1230 Selling Books

Drunken House.

In a medium wing.

Looking at the delicious dishes that came up.

Wei Zheng felt a little pain in his flesh.

As the most upright official in the Tang Dynasty, Wei Zheng really had a clean hand, except for the rewards and salary from the court, he didn't make much money, but he had to support the entire Wei family, and his life was not rich.

Fortunately, Fang Xuanling's ordering was not an exaggeration.

If Fang Xuanling lets go of his hands and feet, it will undoubtedly make Wei Zheng's not-so-well-off life worse.

"Ugh!"

"Ugh!"

Waiting for the servant who served the food to go down, Wei Zheng and Fang Xuanling looked at each other and sighed in unison.

Fang Xuanling asked: "Master Wei, you must be looking for me because of Du He's gift of money, right?"

Wei Zheng nodded: "I feel that Du He's gift of money to us is mostly related to the articles the two of us wrote in Laiguo's mansion."

"It's not more than half, it's for sure. You don't know. Du He sent me [-] guan, which is [-] more than you. The reason is that I wrote [-] articles at the beginning, and you wrote The next one is sixteen." Fang Xuanling explained.

Wei Zheng asked: "Du He, this boy, is famous for his money, but now he gives me money, I don't feel at ease..."

"Me too!"

"How should this be?"