Gu Qing looked at the strong wine in the bowl sadly, thinking about how to deal with the banquet at Cheng's mansion, and he didn't expect that he had become the target of public criticism in the court. His words of condemnation were almost drawn on the ground. Some people sighed in their hearts that Gu Qing was like he was not invading all poisons. Whether it was His Majesty's rebuke, entering Dali Temple, or reflecting in Chengtianmen, or hitting a board, after the incident, Gu Qing was relentless and troubled others.

Why did Chang'an cause such a disaster?

Changsun Wuji returned to his home and listened to the people at home, "Do you still want to receive the book?"

"Cake!" Changsun Wuji gritted his teeth.

On the streets of Chang'an, the short man dressed up as a fortune teller and set up a shop, sitting on the side of the road looking at magazines.

The servant of the Changsun family happened to pass by and saw the book in the hand of the Taoist priest and asked, "This Taoist priest, can you sell your books?"

"Sell!" the short man smiled, "I dare to ask what books this guy bought."

"I want this book in your hand." said the servant of the Changsun family.

The short man looked at the magazine in his hand thoughtfully and said, "This magazine is one hundred cents!"

"One hundred..." The servants of the Changsun family were puzzled, "Yesterday was not that expensive."

"This guy doesn't know anything." The short man dressed as a Taoist priest shook his head and said, "Yesterday was yesterday, and today is today! This book can still be printed yesterday, but the news from the court said that Your Majesty is not allowed to print this magazine again today, so what are left now are the lonely books of the future, the masterpiece! That's the price!"

"That's less than a hundred coins!" said the servant of the Changsun family.

"It's not so good!" The beggar who heard the conversation came over and said, "It's just a fool who bought it."

The short man ignored the beggar and said to the servant of Changsun's family, "Then do you still buy it?"

"You wait, don't leave!" The servants of the Changsun family went back to report in a hurry.

The beggar looked at the Taoist priest strangely and whispered, "There is no way you sell things like you. I see that your shop has been put on for a long time and no one comes to tell fortunes at all. Otherwise, you can move the position and I can set up a broken bowl."

"Who said I have no business!" the dwarf said in a divine manner, "You wait and see, I calculated my fingers early this morning, I want to make a fortune!"

"Haha!" the beggar sneered.

Within half an hour, the servant of the Changsun family came indeed. He came to the dwarf with a dark face all the way and threw down a small bag of silver cakes, "I bought it!"

beggar:"……"

"You're welcome." The short man looked at the bag of silver cakes and weighed the weight. He took a bite and was the real one before handing the book to the other party.

“…”

The beggar watched the transaction completed and did not come back to his senses for a long time, and came to the Taoist priest, "Expert! What's the name!"

"Hahaha!" the dwarf laughed loudly, "Come in the clouds and in the wind, and say it's about leaving. People in the world are called "The Taoist priests in the world."

beggar:"……"

The short man left here under the beggar's admiration, came to another street in Chang'an to change his clothes, took out seven or eight magazines from his arms, and shouted, "Don't miss it when you pass by. This book is called Magazine, 300 cents per book!"

The servant of the Changsun family who collected the book: "..."

Li Er thought in his heart that he would build a team to continue the magazine. Gu Qing used powerful information to make the magazine popular half of the sky in Chang'an. It would be a pity not to use such good resources. He picked up the official list in his hand and looked at it to see if there were any idle officials who could build the magazine's team.

The words of the first magazine were too presumptuous and had to be restrained in the future. All states and prefectures must strictly control and not print such books privately. Looking at the official list, almost all the officials trusted in the court held multiple positions, and none of them could be taken out. Suddenly, I saw Fang Yizhi, who is now working in the Imperial College.

Fang Yizhi is Fang Xuanling's eldest son, who is upright and upright, and is a good candidate.

He looked at the name Xu Jingzong again, and thought of this person who was one of the eighteen scholars of the Qin Palace at that time, and nodded in his heart.

In Chang'an Fangfu, Cen Wenben, a clerk of the Secretariat, stood in front of Fang Xuanling and talked about the magazine. "Old Fang, according to the opinions of the senior officials, this Gu Qing has repeatedly refused to come to the Secretariat. This person is also a disciple of Mr. Fang. The senior officials have seen the memorials he approved, and this person is very insightful in using politics."

Cen Wenben is the second-in-command of the Secretariat and one of Fang Xuanling's right-hand assistants. He is an official all his life, so he is diligent in listening to his words. Fang Xuanling sighed, "Do you think I don't want him to be in the Secretariat every day? That boy Gu Qing has no career in his heart. It's useless to persuade him several times. You don't have to take any effort. When Gu Qing's ship reaches the bridge, he will not be able to do anything."

Cen Wenben didn't know what to say, so he had to nod.

The Cheng Mansion is simply a tiger's den. Gu Qing walked home on the streets of Chang'an and suddenly heard a whisper behind him, "Stop!"

Listening to the familiar voice, Gu Qing also knew who it was and continued to walk.

"Gu Qing!" Gao Yang, wearing a men's clothing, stopped Gu Qing, "Where are you going?"

"Your Highness Princess, I want to go home, and can you not be so high-profile?" Gu Qing looked around, "The name below has spread all over Chang'an, how many ministers in the court want to kill me quickly! Maybe there are killers lying around, waiting for an opportunity to move!"

"Geeh..." Gao Yang smiled and she secretly bought the magazine book and read it, smiling, "Gu Qing, why did Chang'an have a person like you? You are so bad! It's so bad. How did you come up with this idea? It made the old ministers in the court angry..."

"Smoke comes from the seven orifices of Qi." Gu Qing added.

Having said this, Gao Yang stared at Gu Qing and said, "It's been so long since I came back to Chang'an, why didn't you know how to come and see me?"

"Oh!" Gu Qing clapped his palms with a folding fan, "I've been too busy these days, I forgot!"

"Hmph!" Gao Yang turned his head, "What the master said is indeed right, men are not good things."

"Your Highness, this is a bad word. Why am I not a good thing?" Gu Qing defended anxiously, "Besides, you have never inspected the goods, why do you say that? Where is the conscience of heaven and earth!"

Gao Yang raised his nose, "Gu Qing, I know exactly what you did to me at the beginning. If you dare not give an explanation, I will..."

"You just kill all the unfaithful men in the world?" Gu Qing raised his eyebrows and said.
Chapter completed!