Chapter 1852 Is 'Luoyang Peony Collection' sold again?
Until all the Ouchi guards had left, a group of young people were still expressing their sorrow and regret.
Until I heard the heavy door slamming shut, and the clang of the copper lock and key.
All the repentant young people stood up in unison and looked into the darkness.
But seeing nothing, Cheng Chubi couldn't help but poke Li Ke with his hand, pointed to the dark place, and gestured to open his mouth.
Li Ke glared at Cheng Sanlang unhappily, "I am not a dog you trained to pick up bones. I will open my mouth if you ask me to."
But seeing Brother Chu Bi gesticulating frequently and urging him, Li Zhen also came over to encourage him. With no choice but to do so, King Wu Li Ke could only clear his throat and call out softly.
"Father."
"..." Cheng Chubi looked at His Highness the King of Wu whose voice was no louder than a mosquito talking about love with a dark look on his face, and encouraged him sincerely.
"Brother, please don't call so softly into my ears, please speak louder."
Li Ke wiped his face with some embarrassment, mainly because he felt guilty and was afraid that if his voice was louder, his real father would pop out with a big stick.
And then beat yourself up in front of your face, how embarrassing that would be.
But amid the urging of others, Li Ke finally raised his voice and shouted.
There has been no movement for a long time, but the question is, can I rest assured?
Li Ke, his own son, is not at ease, and others are even less worried.
However, it was quiet for a full two-quarters of an hour, and there was no movement outside. Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Qin Huaidao threw himself on the couch, with a look of emptiness, loneliness and coldness on his face.
"I originally thought that I would come here to be a hero, but it turned out to be a good thing. Not only was I targeted by Xue Laoer, but now I was fined a salary by His Majesty and had to serve three days in jail. Alas..."
"Yeah, three days in jail is nothing, but how can we survive these three days?"
When Cheng Chubi saw that the morale of the brothers had plummeted, he laughed and walked towards the couch where he was sleeping and lifted up the quilt.
Then, amid the doubtful looks of a group of friends, one of the bed boards was lifted up.
When those eyes all shone brightly, Cheng Chubi immediately raised his fingers and put them in front of his mouth before covering them again.
In the next three days, several young people kept a low profile. They did not dare to shout out even when playing cards, nor did they dare to shake the cards loudly.
Although other entertainment and leisure projects are gone, at least there are bamboo cards to accompany them, allowing a group of energetic young people to survive the early winter in the Dali Temple Prison...
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Shilang Zheng was currently sitting in the carriage, swaying towards home. Compared to Chang'an, Luoyang was more at home for him.
After all, his hometown is here, he was born here, grew up here, studied here, and many of his relatives and friends live here.
Even the Zheng family's bookshops are mostly concentrated here. It can be said that the Zheng family has at least nearly half of the say in the printing industry in the Central Plains.
As for the bookstores in Luoyang City, two-thirds of them are related to Lao Zheng's family.
But at this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of communication coming from outside the car, and couldn't help but be startled.
"Brother Liu, where did you buy this from? I remember that "Luoyang Peony Collection" was out of stock a long time ago?"
"Brother, you don't know that I just went to the bookstore over there and wanted to buy "The Peony Pavilion of Luoyang".
Unexpectedly, not only "Luoyang Peony Pavilion" has arrived, but "Luoyang Peony Collection" is also on sale, and it's very cheap."
"Really? Brother, I have to go and take a look quickly, otherwise I will regret it if the goods are out of stock soon. Brother Liu takes his leave."
"Has "Luoyang Peony Collection" been sold again?" Zheng Shilang's face could not help but darken.
This year, because of those vulgar martial artists, they swept the literary world of the Central Plains at the Luoyang Peony Festival, and all the poems and poems there were written by those martial artists.
This is definitely the most shameful event since the Luoyang Peony Festival started.
Even if you are suppressed by those poor people, it is still a little better. After all, everyone is considered a series of gentlemen.
But that group of vulgar warriors who only knew how to use guns and sticks actually swept across the Central Plains literary world, beating the faces of all the talented people from the Central Plains aristocratic families red and swollen.
Even the Shandong aristocratic family and the Jiangdong aristocratic family all laughed at the Central Plains aristocratic families.
He could not even compete with a bunch of vulgar martial artists, but he actually had the nerve to call himself the heir of poetry and calligraphy. Such rumors made all the wealthy families who participated in the event, led by the Zheng family of Xingyang, look bad.
I wish I could chop up everything from this year's Luoyang Peony Festival and throw it directly into the pit, cover it with soil, and pretend that nothing happened.
It's a pity that those people, who finally took the lead in literary talent in the Central Plains, would not agree to it.
Due to the pressure, Zheng had to print five thousand copies of "Luoyang Peony Collection" perfunctorily. However, except for the nearly one thousand copies that were bought and displayed by those powerful ministers.
The remaining "Luoyang Peony Collection" were all donated by many aristocratic families in the Central Plains, and all the "Luoyang Peony Collection" on the market were collected.
As for what to use it for, haha, even if it is used to start a fire, it is used to explore the buttocks.
There is no way this kind of thing that humiliates wealthy families like them and slaps them in the face can be circulated in the market.
But now, after hearing the news, Zheng Shilang's face instantly turned ugly. He opened the car curtains and glanced at the scholar next to the car, regardless of the cold wind that poured into the car.
I happened to see the cover of the book in his hand, which was the "Luoyang Peony Collection" that I had seen before.
With a dark face, Minister Zheng lowered the curtains and gave instructions in a low voice. Soon, the carriage began to change its route and headed towards the residence of the Zheng family who was in charge of the bookstore.
Master Zheng is currently staying comfortably in the study, enjoying the strong warmth of the iron stove. He is only wearing thin clothes and is admiring a book with pictures and words in his hand.
The maid who was boiling water and making tea saw the book out of the corner of her eye.
When I saw the naked men and women above, bah... they were too immodest. The maid blushed and quickly lowered her eyes, but the painter's brushwork was really amazing and the paintings were lifelike.
Just when Mr. Zheng Er's eyes were shining and he was clicking his tongue, he suddenly heard the sound of rapid footsteps heading this way.
Then, the originally closed study door was suddenly pushed open, and a gust of cold wind rushed directly into the warm study.
This blew Mr. Zheng so much that he got goosebumps all over his body. He threw away the book in his hand and was about to have an attack when he saw his cousin Zheng Shilang striding in with a very unhappy look on his face.