Although Li Yuan knew that Changsun Wuji's conspiracy was to maliciously praise Luo Binwang, he felt helpless because giving gifts was a naked open conspiracy. No matter what, after the news that Luo Binwang offended the Thirteen Kingdoms Duke spread, if anyone wants to make friends with Luo Binwang, he must first consider how much he weighs.

Of course, if the matter reaches the last moment, as long as the emperor speaks and pleads with Li Shimin personally, the emperor can still protect Luo Binwang, but it will be difficult to move forward in the officialdom in the future...

This is a game, and only by following the rules can one win. Once this rule is broken, both sides will suffer losses.

"The Supreme Emperor, what should I do now?" Luo Binwang stomped his feet anxiously, and he walked around the corridor in front of the newspaper office.

The war between literati was normal, but he did not expect that Changsun Wuji would actually make a fight with him, the junior.

"I'm so old that I'm always worried about it. Isn't it just a few words to scold your son? Is it worthy of praising me?" Luo Binwang said in a silence.

"There is...a way, but this trick was used in advance. Forget it, forget it, let's use it." Li Yuan frowned and his face was a little hesitant.

Once this trick is used, it means that the media's secret weapon will be exposed in advance.

"The Supreme Emperor, you must save me. I will reluctantly be a Taoist boy for you..." Luo Binwang begged.

Seeing Luo Binwang begging, Li Yuan couldn't bear to see this prodigy die like this. Moreover, Changsun Wuji's purpose was to deal with him. He could not think of any other better method besides this method.

"Bin Wang, what is the most verbal sentence the emperor has?" Li Yuan changed the topic.

Luo Binwang scratched his head, a little confused. Didn’t he discuss how to deal with Changsun Wuji just now? Why are you asking the emperor now? You don’t know your son yet.

But he still answered truthfully: "It is probably the king is like a boat and the people are like water. Water can carry a boat or cover the boat..."

"That's the sentence. If the water is strong, the boat will easily overturn." Li Yuan nodded and sneered slightly.

Although Changsun Wuji has wisdom that is beyond ordinary people, he is hard to compete with this, but in this way, he is not an ancient person. Since he cannot win in this circle, then... it is not necessary to jump out.

His secret weapon was the rich knowledge and experience that later generations had.

But... Luo Binwang heard this, his expression changed slightly and asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty is diligent in political affairs and sympathizes with the people. Although there is a loss of personal morality, the people in the world only know who treats them well. As for whether that person is good or evil, they cannot control it..."

"..." Li Yuan.

Why did he hear something strange about Luo Binwang? But the Supreme Emperor didn't think much about it, so he called Luo Binwang to his side and said for a while.

"I am a scholar after all, if I do this, I am a scholar. Scholars must be worthy of heaven and conscience..." Luo Binwang shook his head and said.

.........

The next afternoon, the alley of Ningzhi Pavilion in Pingkangfang.

"Okay, my scholar's conscience was eaten by dogs. Brother Chai, will those princes really go to brothels at this point?"

Luo Binwang hid in the corner of the alley, holding a charcoal pen and blank book in his hand. He looked outside from time to time, as if he was paying attention to the guests passing by Ningzhi Pavilion.

"Be careful, they are here. The tall and dark-skinned people on the southeast side are Cheng Chumo, and the one wearing blue round-collar robe and jade on their waists is Qin Huaiyu. The jade is of great origin. It is said that it was the treasure jade that Duke Hu accidentally obtained when he attacked Song Jingang. At this time, he was born... Did he see the white-faced scholar? It was Changsun Chong. A few days ago, I drank wine with him. He looked humble and gentleman, but his actual personality is sinister..." A cold light flashed in Chai Zhewei's eyes, and he explained to Luo Binwang carefully.

Five days ago, they came to Chang'an from Jinzhou. They took the initiative to make friends with them. Once, he thought it was to make friends and make connections, so he also imitated their dandy appearance. However, he did not expect that the turtles in Chang'an have been practicing for thousands of years, and they were all like monkeys. Fortunately, the Supreme Emperor forgives himself because he thought of Princess Pingyang's old love, otherwise he would not be able to take advantage of it, but at the same time he was also embarrassed.

Luo Binwang nodded and waited in the alley of Ningzhi Pavilion for more than half an hour. When it was almost time for the curfew, the group of princes came out. After they walked away, Luo Binwang and Chai Zhewei also entered Ningzhi Pavilion.

Their purpose was not to come for fun, but to throw a bulging wallet for the madam and successfully call out the prostitutes whom the princes had just called out.

After a long time, Luo Binwang felt much more relaxed when he looked at the book full of charcoal.

.........

"I've sold newspapers, I've sold newspapers, today's front page headlines, the love that Prince Cheng Chumo and the girl Xiangxiang in Ningzhige has to say..."

"After entering Ningzhi Pavilion, the eldest grandson of Zhao State Chong learned from Liu Xiahui, and sat in his arms without any confusion. It is said that humanity is not strong..."

At 3 noon the next day, Qujiang Daily was released as before. Because of the charm of the Legend of the Condor Heroes, Qujiang Daily's current reimbursement volume has reached nearly 10,000 copies per day.

Although the sales volume of Qujiang Daily is pitifully lower than that of later generations, it is different from that of later generations. In Chang'an City, about 30 people read a newspaper together.

At the same time, in the wine shops and teahouses in Chang'an, there were stories of storytellers everywhere, and every storyteller was full and filled with them.

Duke Hu Qin Qiong suffered too many injuries on the battlefield in his early years and was plagued by long-term illness, so he has been unemployed at home to support his elderly care. However, recently he has become obsessed with storytelling.

The Zhenxiang Building in Wubenfang is where he often goes. According to the custom, he has to occupy the three mahogany tables placed in it, with various snacks and a small pot of imperial wine.

The imperial wine is strong, and drinking a glass can be much less than the clear soup.

He used to listening to stories, and then spread out today's Qujiang Daily to see what happened recently. Qujiang Daily not only reprinted the content of the newspaper, but also made it more specific. The border wars were also mentioned. Of course, what people care about the most is the pages of life and novels, whose wife stole people, or something else...

On the stage of Zhenxiang Building, the storyteller stood, cleared his throat, and began to slapped the table and preached: "Then Ma Qingxiong scolded: "Boy, if you don't go far away, I'll urinate you!"

Guo Yong bent over with a smile and said, "I stand here, I can't get your urine."

Suddenly someone smiled softly behind him. Guo Yong turned his head and the sound of water moved, and a small boat floated out of the bushes. A woman at the stern of the boat was rafting with long hair draped over her shoulders, white clothes, and a golden belt on her hair. When the snow was reflected, it shone brightly. Guo Jing couldn't help but stare at the girl's outfit like a fairy. The boat slowly approached, and the woman was just Shaoling, but she was only fifteen or sixteen years old, with her skin better than snow, with extremely beautiful faces and beautiful faces.

Guo Jing felt dazzling and didn't dare to look again, so he turned his head away... Guo Jing was shocked and turned his head, and saw the girl's smile in spring, and her clothes fluttered gently in the wind..."

"This should be that little beggar. I remember the last time I wrote that Guo Yong gave the beggar food, he washed away the coal black in tears..." Qin Qiong flipped through the newspaper and thought to himself.

But while he was paying attention to the content of the novel, a message on the north attracted his attention.
Chapter completed!