However, she was not happy for two days before her servants came to report that the sales of today's "Record of the Saint's Dreams" were seriously unsold.
Cui Zixuan sneered and said, "Don't worry, we will soon be unable to do it."
They themselves can't write anything anymore, they have run out of ideas, and now they are just having a last hurrah.
Humph, a peasant girl with no roots and no foundation dares to go against the Cui family?
Her Cui family always had guest officials, and the contents of "The Record of the Saint's Dreams" were all written by guest officials, so "The Record of the Saint's Dreams" never worried about manuscripts.
Cui Zixuan became more and more convinced that Song Jinxiu's "Cangwu People's Daily" no longer had any follow-up manuscripts, and had begun to purchase them from outside at high prices. Could it still survive in the long run?
Imagination is beautiful, reality is cruel. Soon she couldn't laugh anymore.
The Cangwu People's Daily published an endless stream of poems and songs, and the serialization showed no sign of being discontinued.
Especially the poetry appreciation section in the past two days has shocked the literati in Beijing. The first edition of the newspaper was sold out.
Some people are even smart enough to buy a few more sets and then sell them at a high price, but they are still in short supply.
Cui Zixuan looked at the Cangwu People's Daily and sneered, "Humph! Such trivial skills are not worthy of being published in a refined hall."
The newspaper that she mentioned was not worthy of being published was currently on His Majesty's desk.
"Hahaha, this girl is quite clever. The day before yesterday, the newspaper reported that the wintersweet tree at the corner of Tianfu Temple had blossomed.
Today we have a poem version of "Plum Blossoms".
There are a few plum blossoms in the corner, blooming alone in the cold. I know it is not snowing because of the subtle fragrance.
What a good poem! What a good poem! ”
The next day, snowflakes were falling.
The poem "Snow on the River" appeared in the poetry section of Cangwu People's Daily.
"No birds fly in the thousands of mountains, no people are seen on the thousands of paths. An old man in a straw raincoat and straw hat is fishing alone in the cold river under the snow."
This poem made the Cangwu People's Daily even more popular.
Zhu Beichen ordered people to print more copies day and night, but the supply still could not meet the demand.
Cui Zixuan finally couldn't sit still anymore.
Looking at the piles of unsold "Records of the Saint's Dreams", she said aloud: "We will also add poems. Let the guest officials write for me, and also offer a reward for good poems and buy them at a high price."
I heard that "The Saint's Dream Record" also has new poems, and its sales have obviously increased.
However, as poems were published one after another, none of them could surpass the one published in the Cangwu People's Daily.
Moreover, human potential is limited, and Cui Jiakeqing finally stopped publishing new poems, so the sales naturally dropped.
For this reason, some people mocked Cui Zixuan's "The Dream Record of the Saint" for trying to imitate "Cangwu People's Daily" and it was simply a case of imitating others without any effort.
Cui Zixuan broke a set of teacups.
Cui's guest official showed her his favor.
"The poems in the Cangwu People's Daily are all suitable for the weather. We can't compare. We need poems from other seasons. We have a lot of them in stock."
"Oh, big sister, no one says that we have to write poems for the occasion. Why don't we publish some poems from other seasons, such as spring, to bring some different colors to this solemn place?"
Spring poems were published in the "Record of Dreams Given by the Saint".
The poems were beautiful and people were curious about them, so the sales were obviously good.
However, the Cangwu People's Daily remained unmoved and continued to report the facts, and then published poems to suit the occasion.
Cui Zixuan began to feel proud. He even verbally satirized the Cangwu People's Newspaper in the Record of the Saint's Dreams. Can you write a spring poem if you can?
"Oh, come on if you can, come on!"
Cui Zixuan's followers began to shout along.
Song Jinxiu was unmoved, but the loyal readers of Cangwu People's Daily were not happy.
"Ha, you're fooling people with some old poems from the past, and you still have the nerve to shout? If you can write a snow scene that's better than "Snow on the River", we'll count you as the winner!"
"What's wrong with the old poems? At least we have them. If they don't agree, they can come too. And you, too, write a spring poem. If you can't, just close down."
When Song Jinxiu heard the news, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows: A battle between fans, I didn't expect that I would have so many fans.
Fighting for the fans is a must.
In the second issue of the Cangwu People's Daily, the title "Spring River Moon Night" was written in black and white.
The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide. The waves flow thousands of miles, and there is no spring river without a bright moon...
Don't you want spring poetry? Here it comes, let’s see if you can catch it!
Who can compare with "Spring River Moon Night"? The 5,000-year-old Chinese culture is an eternal masterpiece. In this alien world, Cangwu, it is like a god.
As soon as this poem was heard, the whole capital fell silent.
However, before people could recover from the beautiful poetry, news spread that half a month later, Song Jinfang's teahouse would publicly perform the song and dance "Spring River Moon Night".
For a time, everyone rushed to tell each other, and the capital city became bustling.
However, on the day of the performance, because there were too many people and traffic was blocked, several imperial censors jointly submitted a memorial to impeach Song Jinxiu for disturbing public order.
When the emperor heard this, he asked, "The road is blocked?" This is easy.
"I am also very interested in this dance of 'Spring River Moonlit Night'. How about this? Let's set up a stage in the Meridian Gate Square so that I, my mother, and the queen can also have a look."
Song Jinxiu was dumbfounded when she heard this.
In the open air on a broad daylight, you want to perform "Moonlit Night on a Spring River"? Do you want to freeze people to death?
The reason why I asked my sister to perform this in the teahouse was to get some popularity for her teahouse. Besides, the stage in the teahouse has floor heating, and when the big kang in Northeast China is heated, the whole teahouse will be warm like spring.
Song Jinxiu: "Your Majesty, this is inappropriate, isn't it?"
Everyone: "Your Majesty, this is indeed not a good place to be in the Meridian Gate."
"Tomorrow my queen will enter the palace, and I will rejoice with the people."
Song Jinxiu: Well, this "wedding anniversary" has been moved here. It seems that the emperor has made up his mind to "share happiness with the people".
It's crazy to see "Spring River Moon Night" being performed on such a bright day. Why do I feel like I just shot myself in the foot?
In view of the freezing cold weather, Song Jinxiu decided to dance by herself.
Her body, after cleansing her meridians and marrow, had entered the second level of the Qi Linking Stage and was no longer afraid of cold or heat.
Flower Moon Night, natural performance at night.
The next day, a full moon was in the sky, and lights were brightly lit on both sides of the stage. In the misty smoke, the beautiful music of the guzheng rang out, accompanying Song Jinxiu's graceful dance. The song "Spring River Moon Night" begins beautifully.
On the city wall, the civil and military officials accompanied the emperor, the empress dowager, the empress, and all the concubines and princesses, all of them were shocked.
In the square and around the stage, people from the capital came to watch.
The left prime minister Wei Zhen looked at the smoke on the stage, frowned and asked, "Why is there a fire? Did the Fire Department prepare a water tank?"
The emperor smiled and said, "Don't worry, Lord Wei. I have asked around. This tobacco is from something called tobacco cakes. It's a small piece and there are people watching over it. It will be fine."
"Humph! This Kangle County has too many tricks." Pingyang Hou flicked his sleeves with disdain.
Everyone: This is someone else's child. If it were your granddaughter, you wouldn't use this tone.
The Queen Mother looked at the people on the stage and asked uncertainly, "What about the dancer Kangle County?"
The queen smiled and nodded, "Yes, 놆康樂郡덿."
The Queen Mother frowned and asked, "Isn't this like her usual self?"
Everyone: It’s true.
Usually, the girl had a plain face, never put on makeup, and stood straight with a righteous look, looking like the Tianshan Child-Grandma in the story serialized in the Cangwu People's Daily.
Now, there is a peach petal between the girl's eyebrows, her lips are bright red, and her eyebrows and eyes are lively. Dancing in the smoke, like a fairy descending to earth.
Emperor Cangwu's heart skipped a beat. This girl was so beautiful that he suddenly wanted to hide her.
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