"It has been more than two years since I can't meet my father again. I must not forget his back. That winter..."

In the Zhao Palace, Xu Ziwen was enjoying his breakfast. He was holding the weekly newspaper in his left hand and was flipping through the literary version. When he saw Xu Zixian's signed article, he couldn't take his eyes away. He didn't move for a long time.

After a while, Xu Ziwen struggled out of the shock. He said softly with a complicated expression: "As soon as this article is published, it will become famous."

There was a concubine beside him. I had read the article just now. Xu Zi first turned his head and looked at it. Seeing that the woman was moved by red eyes, she obviously cried very hard just now.

No one has ever written such a sincere and easy-to-understand article in this era. This concubine was forced to become a concubine after her father died, which obviously felt a little empathetic.

"You will have a chance to see this author." Xu Ziwen smiled slightly, broke free from all kinds of negative emotions, and said with a chic smile: "This article does have true feelings. My ninth brother Xu Zixian Xu Mingda, and I didn't expect to be a filial son. But that's it."

"I think the article is written so well..." The concubine said boldly: "It makes people immerse themselves in it at a glance, but it's really a good article."

"Is that?" Xu Ziwen narrowed his eyes and read the article again. He was a famous talented man in Fuzhou and even the entire Wei Dynasty. He had a serious juren. He was not qualified to comment on a vernacular article. However, after reading it again, Xu Ziwen had to admit that the article structure is reasonable, the words and sentences seem inadvertent, but in fact it is quite particular. This can create a kind of longing and pain coexist, with a faint sadness, and not excessive sadness, creating a situation of calm and sadness, which makes people unable to help but fall into this situation.

"I really don't know that articles can be written like this..." Xu Ziwen sighed, but his pride was unwilling to say more praises.

...

"Mingda is amazing." Xu Xingwei and Wei Yi ate soup cakes at a breakfast stall together. The two read it again, both of them thought the article was impeccable.

Wei Yi smiled and said, "As soon as this article was published, all Fujian Roads will know the name of Xu Zixian within half a month. Within one month, many newspapers will reprint this article, and Mingda will be famous all over the world."

Xu Xingwei praised: "This dynasty governs the world with filial piety. A filial son like Mingda and such a good article are difficult to gain fame without making a name."

"Mingda shouldn't have done it intentionally, this article was also caused by the tide in his heart."

"Last time I went to see him, there was still a look of depression in my eyes. It seemed that after the death of Nan'an Hou, Mingda's situation was not satisfactory, and he was also depressed for a long time."

"It's a good thing to write it like this. My ancestors have passed away. We should work hard to move forward."

The two friends were truly happy about Xu Zixian's success. No matter what, as soon as Xu Zixian's article was published, his always unfavorable image would be reversed. Not only would anyone not attack him for his lack of literary talent, but the most important thing was to give people an image of filial piety. This dynasty regards filial piety as the first priority. As long as he is a filial son, he is a noble character. People with noble character should receive more respect and greater benefits.

This huge reputation may not be realized in a short period of time, but the longer the time, the more fermented it will become, and it will become more and more mellow. The benefits that are fed back to Xu Zixian will become bigger and bigger.

...

Xu Gongda and Chen Jingfu were having breakfast in a restaurant. They chased and laughed together in the brothel last night, and they made fun of each other for the middle of the night. When they woke up late in the morning, they simply did not rush home. They called a lot of breakfast in the restaurant and enjoyed it slowly.

The sky was bright and the temperature dropped a lot. Both of them were noble men and had nothing to do with them, just enjoy them.

For these two young men, this kind of thing is too ordinary. There are not many people in the restaurant in the morning, and they didn't go to find a private room. They just kept yawning and waiting for the store to keep bringing food.

There are newspapers in the restaurant for guests to relax and relieve boredom, and Xu Gongda and Chen Jingfu both took one copy to read.

Xu Gongda also smiled and said, "The articles and poems from the last collection of elegant poems should be published this time."

Chen Jingfu complimented: "The poem written by Brother Zhizhong last time is really exquisite. I still remember: after the rain, the lotus flowers receive the dew, and the spring scenery in the city reflects the morning sun. These two sentences are still brilliant."

"Haha, I got it, I got it."

Xu Gongda showed a proud look on his face. These two sentences were bought by him for two silver cakes. The original author was a well-known poet, but the poet was also a poor man. The two silver cakes sold these two wonderful sentences.

In fact, for a prince like Xu Gongda, who has not yet been in charge of his family and only takes monthly money in the mansion, it is not easy to get these two silver cakes.

But the benefits of Yaji are quite obvious. When you enter the newspaper, various newspapers on Fujian Road will be reprinted, and the entire Fujian Road will be well-known all at once.

If the poem is really good, it will be published by newspapers from Zhejiang North Road, Jiangnan West Road, Jiangnan East Road, and even Hebei, Hedong, Huguang, all the routes, capitals, Jiangling and other places, and they will be famous all at once.

For a noble child, working hard to do things or becoming a military officer to fight is not the most suitable way. The most suitable way is to show your surname and make a name for yourself, and then slowly enter the high-level power circle with your reputation, and eventually gain actual benefits.

“This article is very well written.”

"Oh, I remember my father and have been away for four years."

“I don’t know who wrote it?”

"Xu Zixian, the crown prince of the Nan'an Marquis' Mansion, this man is a filial son. It seems that the royal family is not full of playboys."

"Didn't it mean that Xu Ziwen from the Zhao Prince's Mansion is a talented man?"

"We don't know that talented man. I just think that Xu Zi was a really talented man. He was able to write such an article. He wasn't, who was?"

"I'll read a passage and listen to it: I said, Father, go. He looked into the distance and said, "I'll buy a few oranges, you'll be here, don't walk around... It's really tear-jerking!"

Xu Gongda and Chen Jingfu were planning to read the newspaper, but there were noisy talk and reading the newspaper around him.

Not far away, a guest was reading an article in the weekly newspaper. This was a middle-aged man, who might have touched his feelings. The guest's eyes turned red and his voice trembled slightly, which seemed to be in deep memories and emotional excitement.

Not far away, there were several other guests reading newspapers, and they were obviously reading the same article. Everyone spoke in unison, shaking their heads, and their feelings were very devoted.

This is a very rare situation, or, in other words, unheard of or seen.

The weekly literary version of the weekly newspaper is mainly selected from the collections of the city. At the same time, some famous poets and lyricists will actively submit their works to the newspaper, and the weekly newspaper will selectively publish them.

Every few issues, or more than a dozen issues, there will be excellent articles and poems, which will be sensational, but for a considerable number of readers, they are more concerned about the commercial version and the livelihood section. Those who are interested in the literary version should still have a few taels of ink in their stomachs.

The so-called literary version of the sensation was of course a sensation in the circle of officials, gentry, and celebrities. For ordinary people, it was just a lively listen to the excitement and knew which talented man wrote some good poems. After sighing a few times, it was all that was left alone.

The lobby of a restaurant is all people who read articles, and they are reading literary versions... Xu Gongda and Chen Jingfu first heard the sound of reading newspapers, and then saw the situation around him, and were stunned for a moment.

The two of them stopped talking nonsense, quickly opened the literary version to read. If they didn't read the article, they would first read the signed author. When they saw the name of Xu Zixian, the prince of the Nan'an Marquis's father, they first glared at the eyes and showed an incredible expression on their faces.

"Fuck!" Chen Jingfu cursed: "Xu Zixian can also be published in the text version. Are you damn?"

Xu Gongda did not speak out, but his expression became extremely gloomy.

This time he participated in the Zhao Wangfu Elegant Collection and then appeared in the new poems. From buying poems to operating and publishing, the cost was quite large. Not only did he spend all the private money he saved, but he also borrowed a lot of people.

In order to make a name, all the expenses are worth it.

If there was no such accident, the best part of this literary version must be his new poem. Several uncles from aristocratic families would definitely pay attention to it, and then praise it in front of his father. Then at various gatherings in the marquis' mansions, he would be called out to attend a banquet and accept praise from his elders and civil servants.

The famous prince of the Xinchang Hou Mansion, who is good at writing and good at poetry, will certainly spread in Fuzhou City.

Xu Gongda never thought that his poems could spread throughout the world and be famous in Fuzhou Prefecture, but now it seems that everything is over.

Everyone is paying attention to Xu Zixian's articles. Most people in this restaurant are discussing or reading Xu Zixian's articles. Many people's eyes are red. It can be imagined that as long as they open the literary version of the weekly newspaper, everyone will pay attention to it even if they are not interested in reading newspapers, they will pay attention to it under this trend, so as not to lose topics when chatting. This is an obvious effect, that is, the situation that everyone hopes to publish articles in the newspaper.

"It's over, it's all over." Xu Gongda put down the newspaper dejectedly. He wanted to scold people, but he didn't know what it was best to scold.

After reading it, I realized that Xu Zixian's article was indeed well written and there was almost nothing to be picky about.

Moreover, Xu Zi first commemorated his father, and the details were vivid and it was impossible to frame him as plagiarism.

"Fuck!" Chen Jingfu suddenly cursed after a while: "Brother Zhizhong, we were fooled by Xu Zi first."

"What's wrong?"

"See if it was written in his article, his father bought him oranges. Last time in Yashu, he didn't ask Wei Yanke to bring oranges to us, and call us to eat?"

"So that's it!" Xu Gongda was furious when he heard this!

"Everyone is obviously a brother of the same generation, but he wants to be our father." Chen Jingfu couldn't help but scold him while slamming the table and slapping the board.

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Chapter completed!