The servant described the appearance of Duke Wan Qingchun leaving Zhongyongbo's Mansion. Afterwards, Feng Yueheng's face was expressionless.

After a short while, he waved his servants to leave.

"Yue Heng, what do you think?" Qi Xianlong picked up the chrysanthemum tea placed aside and took a sip, a faint light flashing in his eyes.

"Not this time, there are people fishing, and those who are willing to take the bait will take the bait." Feng Yueheng said calmly.

"Who is the fisherman?" Qi Xianlong said calmly.

"There are many fishermen, and those who stand out will become fish meat." Feng Yueheng smiled slightly, raised his hand and said, "Here, let's continue the game."

"Please" Feng Yueheng raised his hand.

Yang Ruoqing had already sent the letter, and after waiting for a while, a simple carriage came slowly from the door.

After the carriage curtain was opened, a beauty stepped out.

Although she was only wearing very ordinary clothes, her elegance could not be concealed.

A kind of temperament inherited from poems and books makes her walk dignified and generous.

"Biyu, the person you are looking for has been arrested." Yang Ruoqing stood behind the door, with Hongxiu following beside her.

"Madam, where is he?"

As soon as she heard that the man had been caught, Shen Biyu could no longer maintain her calm expression.

In the past few days, Yang Ruoqing did not send the news of Zhu Cheng's arrest to Shen Biyu. This time she invited her over to discuss the future development of the newspaper.

Shen Biyu was not mentally prepared. She suddenly informed Yang Ruoqing of such an important matter, and her originally peaceful mood was instantly disturbed.

For others, this is not a big deal, but for Shen Biyu to do it, it is a big deal.

"In the basement in the backyard, I will send someone to look after it." Yang Ruoqing smiled slightly and continued, "Don't be impatient, Biyu, come in first and talk about the development of the newspaper. Zhu Cheng is being held captive and cannot escape."

Shen Biyu was very anxious and wanted to see Zhu Cheng immediately. However, Yang Ruoqing had other ideas, so she had to suppress her desire to see Zhu Cheng immediately.

I followed Yang Ruoqing to the side room. The floor heating here is very warm and the tea is made. It is a good place to meet guests and chat.

"How are the sales of newspapers recently?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

"Generally, newspapers that talk about trivial things have very good sales. However, I also published an issue of poetry and poetry, but there were very few buyers." Shen Biyu frowned.

"Poetry, poetry, have you invited famous celebrities to write articles?" Yang Ruoqing said.

"I used to be able to invite some, but recently I can't. All my previous connections are gone." Shen Biyu sighed.

The last incident involving Ning Shanwen, the eldest son of Duke Xin, had a great impact on her. As a result, Shen Biyu had despaired of those so-called friends she once had.

No matter how good you are at ordinary times, at critical moments, no one comes to help, they all just watch the fire from across the river.

Shen Biyu didn't want to contact them, nor did she want to humiliate herself.

"Then let's stop reading poems, songs and newspapers for now."

"Today, I called you here to talk about something important. From today on, newspapers will begin to publish how Zhongyong Bo is loyal to the emperor and patriotic. He will write touching stories one after another, and then brag about how wise the emperor is."

As Yang Ruoqing spoke, she cited examples of how Luo Fengtang and the others fought bloody battles in the past.

There is no need to exaggerate, the real war is already extremely terrifying. In fact, Luo Fengtang's contribution to Daqi is obvious to all, and now Yang Ruoqing just wants to expose those deeds in front of the people.

As long as it is exposed, it will bring huge effects.

Training an army for a thousand days and using it for a while.

The newspaper that Yang Ruoqing had planned for so long finally played a real role for the first time.

That is swaying public opinion

The most terrifying thing is that newspapers that do not make money can influence the direction of public opinion.

Of course, Yang Ruoqing also added words of praise to Qi Xingyun so that he could not feel threatened.

However, Yang Ruoqing also knew that it wouldn't take long for Qi Xingyun to realize the huge influence here, and he would start an official newspaper.

There will always be people occupying the position of public opinion.

If the government does not occupy it, others will.

In just a few days, the news of Luo Fengtang's rebellion had already spread throughout the capital, and it became known to everyone in Sima Zhao's mind.

It's obviously something made out of nothing, but it can be made up to have a nose and eyes.

If the details were more perfect, maybe even Yang Ruoqing would believe it was true.

This must be someone spreading the news privately, using teahouses, brothels, markets and other crowded places to spread the news everywhere.

Then what will happen next is a battle of public opinion.

"Madam, I understand what you mean. I will polish these stories myself." Shen Biyu has a very high level of understanding. After Yang Ruoqing's pointers, she has completely understood the key points.

"Be careful not to use too obscure language, try to use common sayings that ordinary people can understand." Yang Ruoqing added a reminder.

In this era, there is a big difference between written language and spoken language.

The written language is often obscure and the classical language is unfamiliar, while the spoken language is close to life and is the vernacular used in daily conversations.

"Understand that stories written in vernacular are more acceptable to viewers."

Shen Biyu is not the kind of rich lady who is completely untouchable, so naturally she can get things done.

Next, she worked with Yang Ruoqing to finalize some details and perfect the theme of the new issue of the newspaper to be reissued.

At this time, Shen Biyu hesitated and said, "Madam, that Zhu Cheng"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "Let's go and see Zhu Cheng now."

Yang Ruoqing told Shen Biyu about the newspaper in advance, and put the visit to Zhu Cheng at the end just to calm Shen Biyu's mood and avoid too much emotional ups and downs.

Here, in the cell in the backyard basement, Zhu Cheng was very scared.

Although people are locked up in the nearby rooms, the place is dark and damp, with dim candlelight and a faint smell of blood. It looks like hell on earth no matter how you look at it.

His heart was always worried and he had not slept well in the past few days.

I often dream of a woman's figure holding a dagger in her hand, stabbing directly into his heart.

The woman was very familiar, but he didn't dare to look up. He was so frightened that he suddenly woke up with severe heart pain.

Then he discovered that no one actually stabbed the dagger into his heart. Everything was just a nightmare, not reality.

But in reality, he was locked in a cell, and the footsteps and breathing coming from outside frightened him.

"Come here, help, you have arrested the wrong person."

"You kid, can you please stop howling like a ghost? Be careful if I eat you. The skin is tender and the meat is delicious."
Chapter completed!