Ming Dynasty: I risked my life to teach the prince, the emperor begged me not to die

Chapter 125: Excitement on the First Day of Opening

Emperor Hongzhi received Yang Tinghe in the East Palace. He did not ask Yang Tinghe directly, but smiled and said, "Jiefu, how is the prince's study recently?"

Yang Tinghe stood upright in front of Emperor Hongzhi and replied seriously: "Your Majesty, the prince is diligent and studious, intelligent and righteous, and has made great progress in his studies."

Emperor Hongzhi nodded and said, "Jiefu, what do you think about the military affairs in the northwest?"

Yang Tinghe was stunned for a moment. He knew about Turpan's invasion of Hami. He didn't know why the emperor suddenly asked about this. After weighing the pros and cons, he said, "There have been signs for a long time. After Duke Xiangmin died, we should take precautions."

Emperor Hongzhi nodded calmly and asked, "Can you tell the Crown Prince about this?"

Yang Tinghe uttered an "ah" and hastily denied, "I am ashamed that I did not discuss this with the Crown Prince."

Emperor Hongzhi smiled, hummed without comment, and said in a profound and mysterious way: "Jiefu, cultivate the prince for me well, the future... is yours."

Yang Tinghe was completely confused and couldn't figure out what the emperor meant.

Emperor Hongzhi left as if he knew everything.

He said calmly to the eunuch Huai En beside him: "This Yang Tinghe will definitely be a talent who can help Houzhao in the future!"

Huai En asked in confusion: "Your Majesty, why do you say that? Lord Yang said that this matter has nothing to do with him."

Emperor Hongzhi said with a half-smile, "Just because he said it has nothing to do with him, does that mean it has nothing to do with him? A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. Yang Tinghe knows this well. If you put yourself in his shoes, I will not stand out like this and let those people in the court worry about me."

"He's here, hiding his abilities!"

Eunuch Huai En thought about it for a while, then flattered him: "So that's how it is! Your Majesty is wise."

……

Today is the twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month, and Chen Ce is feeling better now.

He has received many manuscripts from Wang Defa in the past few days. Chen Ce has to finalize them today. The first volume of news manuscripts is crucial and is the key to opening up the market.

Chen Ce selected several manuscripts of good quality, and was satisfied with about ten of them. Only more than ten were selected from more than three hundred submissions, so his requirements were quite strict.

The cover of the newspaper is larger than that of a traditional book, with four pages spread out flat. The layout is also carefully considered, with news pages on the front and back. The background image is printed on, with a simple gray tone.

Wang Defa sat quietly in the courtyard waiting for news from Chen Ce.

Not long after, Chen Ce came out and handed several manuscripts to Wang Defa, saying, "Use these eight press releases."

Three of them were written by Chen Ce himself, and the remaining seven were submissions received.

"Please make a note on the last page of the news. Those who are accepted should bring their household registration to collect their manuscript fee."

This will attract more people to contribute, which is a little trick to attract people.

Wang Defa asked Chen Ce, "Boss, how many copies should we print?"

The two were unsure, so Chen Ce tried to find out, "Let's start with 200 books."

Wang Defa felt a little disappointed, and then asked Chen Ce, "Is it too much?"

Chen Ce shook his head. He couldn't predict the market either. He was very nervous and could only say, "It's okay if it's more. I won't lose much."

Wang Defa hummed and said, "Okay, I'll get to work right away."

"Ah."

Everything is ready, just waiting for the first day of the Lantern Festival tomorrow.

In fact, Chen Ce wanted to use the fall of Hami City as the eye-catching headline on the first page, but he did not know the bottom line of the court, and finally gave up after weighing the pros and cons.

In the early days, newspapers were just a budding industry and could not be pushed further or else they would be suppressed by the imperial court before they could develop.

In the twelfth year of the Hongzhi reign, on the thirteenth day of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival, all government offices across the country were closed for three days until the fifteenth day.

This morning, Zhu Houzhao brought Liu Jin to Chen Ce with great enthusiasm and asked impatiently, "Little brother." "Do you have the second stanza of your last poem?"

After yesterday's incident, Fei Hong and Jiao Fang both came to see Zhu Houzhao. His Highness the Crown Prince never expected that this was not a complete poem, and it had a second stanza!
But his self-esteem certainly would not let him admit that he had copied the poem, so he told the two teachers that of course the second stanza existed but he did not want to say it.

Chen Ce could see that Zhu Houzhao was showing off this poem again. He shook his head helplessly, but still generously wrote it out and handed it to Zhu Houzhao.

"The autumn wind holds the sword and the tears of a lonely minister, the setting sun holds the flag and the general's altar. The dust overseas has not yet settled, so don't take it lightly."

hiss!
Good guy, I'm just a good guy!

great poem!

Zhu Houzhao couldn't let it go, and then he asked Chen Ce with a licking face: "Who wrote this poem?"

Chen Ce couldn't say that Li Hongzhang wrote it to himself, right? So he could only say, "You can identify those people in history yourself. Whoever you think is who is who."

"He can be you, me, or any of the common people. He can be Yu Qian, Yue Fei, Fan Zhongyan, or any of the countless people who are concerned about their country and their people."

This is the truth. Zhu Houzhao had a clear idea in his mind and said with a smile: "Thank you, little brother!"

"Actually, I risked your..."

Chen Ce interrupted him and said, "Poetry and songs are meaningless to me. I don't care who wrote them. If you care about fame, why would I give them to you?"

"We are friends, and friends should be like each other."

Zhu Houzhao was deeply moved by Chen Ce's words and insisted on treating Chen Ce to a good meal today.

In fact, Chen Ce was more grateful to Zhu Houzhao in his heart. Zhu Houzhao gave him the five hundred taels of silver without even thinking about it. This was definitely not the monetary value that could be obtained by just writing a poem.

He trusts me unconditionally, so how could I be stingy with the attribution of a poem?

Besides, it’s not my poem.

"correct."

Zhu Houzhao remembered something and said to Chen Ce, "Didn't your newspaper office open today? How is it going?"

Chen Ce shook his head and said, "I haven't gone to see it yet."

The newspaper office should have opened early this morning. Just as Chen Ce was about to go out, Zhu Houzhao came over, delaying him a little, and he actually forgot about this matter.

"Let's go and have a look."

Chen Ce nodded. At this moment, Wang Defa came running in from outside the courtyard, sweating profusely, and shouted hurriedly, "Boss, Boss!"

Chen Ce hurriedly invited him in and said, "Isn't the newspaper office opening today? Is it open? How come you still have time to come here?"

Wang Defa stammered and gesticulated violently, which made Chen Ce very anxious.

"Speak slowly."

Wang Defa stroked his tongue and said, "Not enough... There are so many people... Not enough at all..."

what.

Zhu Houzhao looked at Wang Defa in confusion, "You old man, can't you even speak clearly?"

"What's going on? Why are there so many people? Is someone causing trouble?"

Wang Defa shook his head and said, "No, we underestimated it... Hey, I, this old man, this..."

Chen Ce said speechlessly: "Forget it, I don't expect you to say it, let's go over and take a look."

Zhu Houzhao said: "Okay! Let's go!"

(End of this chapter)