God-level Consort of the Tang Dynasty

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Not to mention, even Wei Zheng was very curious about what was written in this book after reading it.

It's just that, using such a method to attract people, I'm afraid it will damage my image.

He opened the book.

Immediately his face turned black.

He also figured out why such a thick book could be printed in just 36 articles.

Because, inside, an article must be accompanied by seven or eight pictures.

Wei Zheng had never seen these pictures before.

There are only a few strokes, but the expression is vivid.

For example, a picture after the first article is called: Childhood Picture of Doctor Yushi.

With a few short strokes, a little fat man is outlined in the sun, with two hairs on his head, holding his own sparrow, and urinating on a grass.

Absolutely.

It's hard not to laugh when others see it.

However, Wei Zheng staggered and almost fell down: "It's unreasonable, it's unreasonable... Du He is just selling books, why does he humiliate me like this? People in the world read this book, don't they think that when I was a child Just look like this? The old man’s famous name is all ruined, all ruined."

The butler turned pale with shock: "Master, Master..."

Then quickly helped Wei Zheng back to the yard and sat down.

Wei Zheng was about to faint several times.

Just now, he was still full of joy, thinking that he had earned three hundred guan for nothing, and he could use it to make a name for himself.

But now, he regretted it.

If I knew this earlier, I shouldn't have been threatened by Du He, and I shouldn't have written those articles in Lai Guogong's mansion.

"Ugh……"

"A sin!"

Wei Zheng felt sick.

I can't get any strength out of my body.

It didn't get any better until dark.

A figure, taking advantage of the last gleam of light from the sky, carried a box into Wei Zheng's yard.

Seeing Wei Zheng lying under the eaves, sighing and sickly, the man was shocked, rushed up, and asked, "Father, what's wrong with you?"

Wei Zheng opened his eyes wide and said in surprise, "So it's Shu Yu?"

The person who came was none other than the current Wannian county magistrate, Wei Shuyu.

The housekeeper greeted hurriedly: "The second young master is back."

Wei Zheng looked at Wei Shuyu sweating profusely, and asked, "Shuyu, come back as soon as you come back, what are you doing with a suitcase?"

thump.

Wei Shuyu put down the box and said triumphantly: "Father, this is the book I brought you. A box of "On Politics", you don't know that today, the entire Chang'an City's "On Politics" has been sold out. This is my book. Go to Datang Study..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the housekeeper's exclamation.

The butler shouted: "Master..."

Wei Shuyu looked down, and Wei Zheng passed out.

Wei Shuyu was surprised and said: "Housekeeper, what's going on? When I left home yesterday, wasn't my father still well?"

The housekeeper took a look at Wei Shuyu, but he didn't dare to blame him, he just said: "Second young master, you don't know, master, you don't see the book "On Politics" now, because of this book, master sits here and scolds you. Concubine Du said all afternoon that if anyone mentions this book in front of him in the future, he will break his leg..."

Wei Shuyu: "..."

The housekeeper briefly explained what happened today.

Only then did Wei Shuyu know that what Wei Zheng cared about was the pictures in the book.

After a long while, Wei Zheng woke up again.

Pointing at Wei Shuyu, he shouted, "Nizi, get out for me."

Wei Shuyu grabbed Wei Zheng's hand and said eagerly: "Father, you misunderstood... Your worries are unnecessary. No one cares about the pictures in this book. Now, everyone outside is praising your articles."

Wei Zheng said leisurely: "They must be saying that I am a royal doctor, but I have no form...Huh? What did you just say?"

Wei Shuyu repeated the words.

Wei Zheng was a little surprised: "You mean, now someone is praising my article?"

Wei Shuyu nodded: "Yes, Dad, you don't know that Datang Study has printed a total of [-] books, and all of them were sold out this afternoon. Now, many people want to buy this book, but there is no book to buy. ...Many people are praising your article, they say that you are the reincarnation of Wenquxing, otherwise you would not be able to write such a good article..."

"What about Mr. Fang?"

"Too……"

Wei Zheng pouted.

Fang Xiang is a good hand in governing the country.

On the article, how can it be my opponent.

These people are ignorant!

However, he said: "According to you, no one cares about those paintings?"

Wei Shuyu said: "Of course some people will read it, but no one will take it seriously. I asked Brother Du, and he said that those paintings are just a flavoring agent for the article and have no effect."

bass.

Wei Zheng stood up at once.

The butler turned pale with shock: "Oh, sir, your illness is cured."

Wei Zheng nodded: "I feel that there is no problem, and my whole body is full of strength."

In less than half a day, Wei Zheng's mood was full of twists and turns, ups and downs.