As the saying goes, if you love a house, you love everything about it; if you hate a house, you hate everything about it.
Han Yuehua originally thought that the book was very well written and she couldn't put it down and almost tore it apart.
But when she heard that it was written by Zhao Lin, she immediately felt like it was something dirty, and she couldn't wait to throw it away, and even asked the maid to bring a basin of water to wash her hands.
Finally, she asked the maid to throw the book out and burn it.
"wrong!"
After finishing all this, Han Yuehua suddenly realized: "How could that rebellious son, who can barely read, write such an article?"
"Yeah, Mingya, you made a mistake, didn't you?"
Zhao Mingyu, who was reluctant to leave, also reacted.
Zhao Mingya was stunned and said, "Qing'er said that the bookseller was called Zhao Lin, 16 years old. I even ran into him there. How could it be such a coincidence? Isn't it him?"
"So you didn't see me in person?"
Han Yuehua tapped Zhao Mingya's forehead in anger: "He sold it, but did they say he wrote it?"
Zhao Mingya suddenly realized, "That's what I was saying. Such a great story could only be written by a scholar of great talent, so how could it possibly be him? Furthermore, the original manuscript's handwriting is exceptionally good, forming its own unique style, making it even more impossible for him to write it. He must have been running errands for someone else, so he could claim to have written it himself to save face. Otherwise, why didn't he use his real name?"
Han Yuehua and the others all breathed a sigh of relief.
Yes, how could it be written by Zhao Lin?
He can't even recognize all the words in this book.
"You are so despicable that you even dare to lie about this. It's true that a dog will never change its bad nature." Han Yuehua said angrily.
"What's wrong?"
Zhao Chenhan happened to come over.
"I almost misunderstood that Jin Ping Mei was actually written by that rebellious son."
Han Yuehua suddenly remembered and quickly ordered the maid: "Hurry and bring the book back."
The maid brought the book back, and Han Yuehua carefully dusted it off and put it away.
After listening to Zhao Mingya's explanation, Zhao Chenhan's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and a bad thought arose.
Zhao Chenhan said, "This kind of obscene and vulgar stuff can't be allowed to spread. Let's ask the government to ban it."
Han Yuehua was stunned for a moment holding the scroll that had just been returned, and then threw it away again.
"Chen Han is right. This kind of book is obscene and vulgar. It only does harm to people and no good. It must be banned."
The Marquis of Zhenbei stepped in and the government acted very quickly.
But Qingfeng Bookstore also has its backers. After a tug of war between the two sides, because the attitude of the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion was very firm, the backers of Qingfeng Bookstore did not want to fall out with them, so they took a step back and banned the book.
Fu Liqing felt very sorry and went to apologize to Zhao Lin according to the address he left.
"You live here? It's too simple, isn't it?" Fu Liqing asked in surprise.
Zhao Lin said, "A mountain is not famous for its height, but for the immortals who inhabit it. Although it may be simple, it can be used to refine the body and mind."
"A mountain is not famous for its height, but for the immortals who inhabit it. Young Master Zhao's talent is astounding throughout history."
Fu Liqing was very shocked, with a strange light in her beautiful eyes.
Zhao Lin smiled and said, "Miss Fu, you didn't come here specifically to praise me, did you?"
Fu Liqing quickly told the story of the ban on Jin Ping Mei.
"No need to apologize. I've already sold the book to you. If it doesn't sell well, you'll suffer the loss, not me." Zhao Lin said. "Do you know who did this?"
"It's the Zhenbei Marquis's Mansion. I heard that the Zhenbei Marquis' wife thought this kind of book was obscene and could easily cause disaster, so she asked for it to be banned."
"Obscene and vulgar? Ha!" Zhao Lin sneered.
Fu Liqing asked, "Young Master's surname is also Zhao. What is your relationship with the Zhenbei Marquisate?"
"It doesn't matter. I am an orphan and grew up in a charity. I have no parents since childhood." Zhao Lin said immediately.
Fu Liqing was filled with awe and said, "I am ashamed that you can write such a book in such an environment."
Zhao Lin waved his hand and said, "It's also borrowed from others."
Fu Liqing thought Zhao Lin was being modest and said, "There's a poetry gathering in a few days, and I'd like to invite you to attend. Do you have time?"
Zhao Lin smiled and said, "I'm not interested in this kind of thing. I can only thank Miss Fu for her kindness."
Fu Liqing advised, "Besides the young masters and young ladies of various families, there are also some famous scholars at the poetry gathering. If you can become famous at the poetry gathering, it will be of great benefit to you. For example, if the Zhenbei Marquisate wants to ban books again, they will have to consider your attitude."
Zhao Lin's heart moved and he said, "Okay."
Fame is also a means of self-protection.
Fu Liqing said happily: "That's a deal, I'll send someone to pick you up when the time comes."
…
Fu Liqing left not long ago.
A carriage appeared at the entrance of the alley.
Although this carriage is low-key, the decoration on it shows that the person riding in it is either rich or noble.
"Miss, this is it."
Yu'er opened the door curtain and helped Zhao Mingzhu down.
Yu'er was Zhao Mingzhu's maid before she got married, so she always called her Miss and never changed it.
Zhao Mingzhu took a look at the surrounding environment, frowned slightly, but still stepped in.
Zhao Lin was boiling medicine in the yard.
When Zhao Lin saw Zhao Mingzhu coming, he immediately looked gloomy.
"Bah! What a sin! I can be found even if I hide here."
This time, he couldn't just turn around and leave like he did to Zhao Mingya last time. He could only look at Zhao Mingzhu with disgust.
"What are you doing here?"
Zhao Mingzhu took a look at the yard. Although it had obviously been cleaned and repaired recently, it was still in tatters. Zhao Mingzhu's eyes were sore and she almost shed tears.
"I came to see you."
"Why are you looking at me? Are you happy just because you see I'm not having a good life?" Zhao Lin said sarcastically.
Zhao Mingzhu sighed, "Come home with me."
"You're at it again, going home? Do I even have a home?" Zhao Lin asked impatiently. "Excuse me, Miss Zhao, Second Prince's Consort, could you please stop bothering me? You have nothing to do all day, and I'm busy."
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