Chapter 218 Heresy

At first, some Hanlin scholars felt that Jiang Zhiyu was late for the roll call, and they were quite dissatisfied with her.

But now... Jiang Shidu was late, and it must be

because he stayed up all night to study the movable type printing technique! Jiang Shidu was dedicated to the people and the revelation, but they were still arguing about Jiang Shidu's late roll call, which was really wrong! Jiang Shidu was such a genius, but they... Thinking of this, the Hanlin scholars all had some shame in their eyes, and they just stood there and watched. Some moved the table, some poured water, and some made tea. Jiang Zhiyu was very attentive to him. Jiang Zhiyu: "???" [Why are you so attentive? After they had finished using some commonly used characters, Jiang Zhiyu took out the story of Wu Zetian that he had asked someone to copy last night and handed it to them. The Hanlin scholars flipped through it, their expressions gradually becoming strange. " Mr. Jiang Shidu, this..." He thought about the movable type printing technique that Jiang Zhiyu had just contributed, and he swallowed the rest of the sentence. This is a bit too unorthodox. Empress! If this is printed out and seen by the emperor... the Hanlin scholars couldn't help but shudder. Jiang Zhiyu also understood their concerns and comforted them, saying, "Don't worry, I have already shown this book to His Majesty. He also thinks that this book can inspire women's fighting spirit and benefit the people. It is a rare good book and should be widely circulated." Hanlin: "..." However, they felt that she was making fun of them. But Jiang Zhiyu had already said so. Ma Hong, the apprentice of the scholar, thought about his teacher's words and made up his mind, "Since His Majesty has said so, we should obey." His words still had a say among the Hanlins. After hearing what he said, they no longer insisted and took it down for printing. "I wonder how many copies Mr. Jiang wants to print?" Ma Hong smiled and looked at her: "What's the price?" "Of course the more the better. As for the price, the dignitaries will get 90% and the common people will get 10%. " This ratio is based on the proportion. Ma Hong originally wanted to make it 70% to 30%. After all, the common people don't have much money at home. If the price is too high, who will buy it? It's different for dignitaries. Those who listen to books and buy storybooks are all people with spare money. As for the more the better... Ma Hong didn't need to ask, and knew that Jiang Zhiyu wanted every woman in Shengjing and even Tianqi to have a copy. Others still had official duties to attend to, and Jiang Zhiyu also had to discuss the details of the examination with the scholar, so Ma Hong volunteered to help watch over the printing house. The scene that was so amazing at first became boring after a while. Ma Hong casually pulled over a printed book and started reading it... In the courtyard outside the city, Ji Tong was practicing swordplay when he heard the servants reporting outside. He stopped practicing swordplay and before he went out to greet him, he saw Jiang Wenjing walking in with a fierce look in his eyes. Ji Tong was slightly startled, but he remained calm and teased, "What's wrong? Brother Jingyu looks like he's been hit by a firecracker. His face is uglier than when Yingjie sneaked out." Jingyu is Jiang Wenjing's pen name. Jiang Wenjing stared at him closely, his eyes sharp and cold, like a beast staring at its prey, staring at the target intently. Ji Tong had a thin layer of sweat on his back. He was frantically thinking about whether he had revealed his flaws at some point, but he still looked at him with a puzzled look on his face, "What's the matter? Is there any difficulty?" Jiang Wenjing raised his hand and signaled the servants to leave. When they were the only two left in the courtyard, Jiang Wenjing whispered, "Are you from Mobei?" His voice was not loud, but it was like a bomb dropped into Ji Tong's ear, shaking his head a little. Ji Tong: "!!!" He was shocked, not knowing how Jiang Wenjing knew his identity. He frantically thought of a solution, and then an angry look appeared on his face: "What are you talking about? How could I be from Mobei?!" He seemed to be extremely angry, his chest was heaving violently, and he coughed continuously. Jiang Wenjing walked up, patted him on the back, and said coldly: "Calm down first, we can talk again." Ji Tong analyzed his tone while coughing. He coughed too hard, and his cheeks were red. Jiang Wenjing was stunned for a moment, and then pulled him into the house. He poured two cups of tea, pushed one of them in front of Ji Tong, watched him drink, and his coughing gradually stopped, then he said: "I'll only ask you this last time, are you from Mobei?" Jiang Wenjing's hand holding the teacup unconsciously exerted force, he himself didn't understand what answer he wanted to hear. He hadn't thought it through yet, and Ji Tong obviously didn't want to give him time to think. The next moment Jiang Wenjing's voice fell, Ji Tong's voice rang out: "No." Jiang Wenjing's hands released the force and lowered his head. Ji Tong couldn't see his expression, and his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up. He should just be testing, Ji Tong thought. He had just recalled it and was sure that he had not revealed the slightest flaw. Even if he had asked someone to pass the message to Xing Maozhi, he had accidentally leaked it to the servant in this mansion. It just so happened that the good friend of the servant who served him was a distant relative of Xing Maozhi. As for whether Xing Maozhi remembered that he had this distant relative, that was his business. No matter how much Jiang Wenjing investigated, he would not be able to find out about him. So, why did Jiang Wenjing say so firmly that he was from Mobei? He took the initiative to speak: "Brother Jingyu, why did you ask me so firmly whether I was from Mobei? Please tell me, Brother Jingyu." His expression was very consistent with the image of a person who was questioned by a friend and felt aggrieved. Jiang Wenjing sighed softly: "Did you know that Prince Tolei of Mobei led people to rob the prison last night?" Ji Tong knew, of course, but at this time, the news of Shengjing should not be spread here, so he pretended not to know: "I don't know, so you didn't come home last night, was it because of this?" Jiang Wenjing carefully observed his expression: "That's right, Tolei robbed the prison last night, and I fought with him."

Ji Tong sipped his tea: "Torre was your defeated general. It seems that Torre should have been arrested as well."

"Yes, all three of them have been arrested," Jiang Wenjing said calmly: "It's just that when he was arrested, Torre told me a piece of news."

Ji Tong frowned slightly.

Impossible, Torre and he had never met before. Besides, Torre couldn't have known that he was following Jiang Wenjing.

He asked in confusion: "Does it have anything to do with me?"

"Yes," Jiang Wenjing's teacup shattered in his hand: "Do you remember the time we fought each other in the prime minister's mansion before? When I was guarding the imperial prison, I didn't bring a lance, but a long sword."

Ji Tong's face turned pale after understanding the meaning of his words.