The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

On this side, Tang Chujun took a shower and changed his clothes, then started writing a short story.

Once the idea was opened, more people were needed to build momentum. In addition to Tang Xinghe, her daughter-in-law's brother Wei Yuzhi was also considering it.

And Ma Chuyang often called her "Auntie" and was very sweet. Then there was Huo Siwu, who she had said earlier that she wanted to adopt as her son.

Which one doesn’t need to be promoted? Write about all of them.

I have written about these few people, but what about the other people in Yunqi Academy? Aren’t they all my own people?

As Tang Chujun wrote, he eventually turned it into a group story of Yunqi Academy.

Her first reader was Yao Sheng.

It was late at night, and Yao Sheng's eyesight was not good, so she couldn't see clearly. Tang Chujun read it to her.

Yao Sheng listened with great interest and offered suggestions from time to time.

Tang Chujun was also a person who was willing to listen to what Yao Sheng said. After making some changes according to what Yao Sheng said, it became much more interesting.

The two sisters were so excited that they couldn't sleep. At dawn, they asked Nan Yan to deliver the manuscript to Shi Anxia's room.

Nan Yan brought Ye Baoer and the dog into Tinglan Courtyard as if they were familiar with the place.

She handed the manuscript to Bei Hui who was busy in the corridor, "Sister, the old ladies told us to wait until the young master's wife wakes up before showing it to her."

Bei Hui was surprised, "Old ladies?"

Nan Yan smiled, "Yes, the two old ladies were busy all night last night. They talked and laughed most of the night."

Shi Anxia had already gotten up. When she heard the noise, she came out from behind the curtains. "Nan Yan, did they not sleep last night?"

Nan Yan replied, "They just went to bed. They are sleeping in the same room. I think they are in high spirits and still talking."

Shi Anxia burst out laughing.

I thought my mother was lonely after the divorce, and that she was having fun now. I also thought that it would take a long time for my mother to integrate into the family, but in just a short period of time, she and my mother became as close as if they were one family.

Sure enough, good relatives are the best medicine to heal wounds. Suddenly, I thought maliciously that it was a good thing that my mother threw away the burden of my stupid father.

Shi Anxia warned, "Nan Yan, pay more attention to my mother's health. Let her gain some weight first, and then I'll find a doctor to treat her injuries."

Nan Yan agreed and was about to leave.

Then the girl asked, "Nan Yan, are you used to serving in Yu Sheng Pavilion?"

Nan Yan smiled and replied, "It's a habit. Both old ladies are generous people. The young master's wife also eats in Yu Sheng Pavilion every day. Nan Yan is relieved of the longing in her heart when she can see you. In fact, it's the same as serving in the Lan Courtyard."

Shi Anxia felt relieved, "Good Nanyan, it's rare that you think this way. Go ahead."

Nan Yan said goodbye and walked away briskly.

After Shi Anxia finished washing up, she opened the manuscript and started reading.

When she looked at it, the corners of her mouth curved up and she couldn't stop smiling.

She really didn't know that her mother had such writing skills that she could write every character so vividly.

Especially my cousin Tang Xinghe, his mischievousness is evident on the paper.

Shi Anxia originally wanted to help his mother pass the time. If what he wrote was not good enough, he could ask someone to polish it and use it to make his mother happy.

Now it seems that she underestimated her mother.

I heard Cen Yuan's voice outside the house asking, "Bei Hui, is your girl awake?"

Bei Hui replied, "Young Master, the Madam has been awake for a while."

Cen Yuan then entered the room and saw Shi Anxia sitting at the table. "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"I can't sleep. Today is the martial arts exam. I'm a little excited." Shi Anxia waved at him, "Husband, come and take a look. The manuscript written by mother is very interesting."

Cen Yuan walked over and sat down next to her. She took the manuscript and looked at it, then smiled slightly. "Mom, are you going to be a writer?"

"Why not?" Shi Anxia held up her chin, "As long as she is happy, she can do anything. We just need to protect her."

Cen Yuan smiled faintly, "Mr. Chu Sheng..."

Even the pen name was chosen. Fortunately, it was not called "Layman". Ever since the scandal of Layman Mei Xiu, no one wants their name to be associated with "Layman".

Those who were originally called "laymen" also began to curse others, saying that one bad apple spoils the whole barrel.

Shi Anxia said, "I think many people think that 'Mr. Chu Sheng' is a man. That's good. It will save my mother a lot of trouble. Who is doing the printing and distribution?"

Cen Yuan responded while reading the manuscript, "Now Fourth Uncle Luo is in charge." After a pause, he continued, "I originally had a surprise for you, so I'll tell you now. An issue of the Yijing Weekly will be published today. I've already discussed it with Emperor Mingde and have also communicated with the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Rites."

"Yingjing Weekly?" Shi Anxia was surprised.

Cen Yuan put down the manuscript and patiently explained, "It's just like the court bulletin now. The difference is that the court bulletin is only circulated between the court and local government offices. The Yijing Weekly is different. It is distributed among the people. From court officials to peddlers, anyone can buy it and read it as long as they spend money."

This requires that the printing speed keep up, and movable type printing plays a significant role.

The first thing that came to Anxia's mind was, "So is the Yijing Weekly considered a private publication or a court publication?"

"Now it is half official and half civilian." Cen Yuan knew the importance of information. This was the first bucket of cold water he poured on the nations, allowing them to directly experience the civilization of the North Wing.

Just imagine when the people of the capital were rushing to pass around and buy newspapers in the streets and alleys, with information so developed and so open, what a great impact it would have on envoys from various countries.

Psychologically, if you make them afraid before the battle, you will lose 10%.

The North Wing, they would think, was unfathomable.

Even if one day we decide to go to war, we must consider whether our country's information transmission speed can match that of a civilization like the Northern Wing.

Because the nations came suddenly, the newspaper that he was originally going to publish half a year later was brought forward to now.

After Cen Yuan communicated with Emperor Mingde, all official procedures were simplified and expedited, and special officials were assigned to handle them for him.

Shi Anxia was shocked when she heard this, "Fortunately it's Emperor Mingde, if we want to change the emperor..."

Cen Yuan is dead!

Which emperor would let such a person go to another country? He can't be used for his own purposes, so he would rather kill him than let him go.

The movable type printing technique alone was earth-shattering enough. But Cen Yuan said that movable type printing was not invented by him, but by a man named Bi Sheng.

In fact, Cen Yuan had never done this in his previous life. As Shi Anxia said, if it were Emperor Rongguang, he would kill him at any time for this.

Cen Yuan prepared for this newspaper for nearly three years before he secretly asked the Luo family to make enough movable type using copper.

Nowadays, if you want to publish a newspaper, you can do it immediately.

Cen Yuan also gave Shi Anxia a brief introduction to the content and layout of "Yingjing Weekly".

Shi Anxia was more and more curious as she listened, "How on earth did you come up with all this?"

Cen Yuan smiled bitterly. If she knew the distance from Beiyi to Liang State, and that only a computer or a mobile phone was needed to transmit information in seconds, that would be amazing.

He hopes to bring things that are beneficial to social development to the ancient times that exist today, and even more to the North Wing that his little girl loves.

However, he gave Uncle Luo a death order that "movable type printing" must not be spread outside and must be kept secret. At least before he lets on, the outside world cannot know anything about it.

Cen Yuan put the manuscript aside. "These stories written by my mother can be published after a few revisions. Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, we will make a 'Martial Arts Examination Special Issue', using my mother's article as an example, and then hold a 'Martial Arts Examination Essay Contest' to encourage literati and scholars to participate."

Those who recite poems recite poems, those who tell stories tell stories, creating a culture of respecting martial arts.

After the two finished their breakfast, Cen Yuan left first.

The military examination begins today and is hosted by the Ministry of War.

The Imperial Examination Hall in the capital city had both civil and military examination halls, with the military hall being to the east of the civil hall.

At the same time, today is also the day when the first private newspaper in Beiyi, Yijing Weekly, was born. On it is the inscription of Emperor Mingde: The mountains and rivers will be forever stable, and the country will be peaceful and the people will be safe.

When the newspaper was placed on Emperor Mingde's desk, he sighed again, "Fortunately, this is my son-in-law..."