"Oh, what is this?"

On the Vermillion Bird Avenue, three young scholars dressed in green shaking paper fans.

While pretending to be elegant, he glanced at the lady passing by.

The scholar walked in front and was fascinated by the sight and suddenly bumped into a wooden pillar.

They are all aimed at the women in the poetry fair.

As soon as they entered the city, they saw the streets full of these wooden pillars.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

While they were wondering, a boy came over with two servants.

The servant carried the ladder alone and held the paste made from rice.

The boy was holding a stack of papers about the size of a wooden sign on the pillar in his hand.

The servant leaned the ladder against the pillar, and one of them picked up a piece of paper from the boy's hand, brushed the paste and climbed up and pasted it on the wooden sign.

When the scholar saw words on the paper, he couldn't help but recite: Ten thousand dots of rouge are drying, and the wine face is slightly red when sitting. Who taught the beauty to touch the temples of Pan? He was afraid that he would chase the wind towards the clouds and chase the Chu wind. Looking for a candle to shine on the beauty. Two lines of brocade lanterns late at night. He stopped standing in a green sleeve, and how much spring love was in his sleep.

"Good words, good words!" After reading it, the three of them put on the folding fan together and patted them on their hands.

"There are still words below." Another scholar hurriedly recited: Rouge sends lovesickness, a box of true love, Jade Man brand Rouge, an exclusive secret recipe, produced by the royal palace.

"It turns out that he sells rouge, but he actually uses poetry here, which is really a disgrace to be a gentleman." The scholars shook their heads one after another, looking disgusted.

"Tsk, our prince is very literary. He can come with his poems. So what if he sells a rouge? I'm not convinced. You can also recite a poem with rouge."

The boy is Liu Xuan.

These days he almost found carpenters from all over the city and stood up all the billboards before the poetry meeting. Now he was about to post the rouge advertisement.

Hearing the three scholars slandering the poems Liu Jun used to sell rouge like this, he couldn't help but retort.

"Who said we can't chant it, don't look down on others, brother, please recite a song for him to see it." said the youngest one among the scholars.

The older scholar coughed when he heard this, turned to the scholar beside him and said, "I got cold last night and was so dizzy. I will leave this opportunity to my second brother..."

"What a coincidence, I was also caught in a cold."

The two turned to the youngest scholar, "Third brother, it's up to you..."

“…”

"Haha!" Liu Xuan was too lazy to pay attention to the three of them and continued to post advertisements.

Unable to hold his face, the three of them hurriedly covered their sleeves and ran away without a trace.

At this time, not only scholars, but also merchants passing by gathered together.

These merchants are thinking about business all day long and try their best to sell goods.

Seeing the content on the paper, I immediately slapped my legs and applauded.

Now several businessmen found Liu Xuan.

"Brother, what is this? Can we post the store address and the name of the goods on the wooden sign?" a merchant asked.

"This is called a billboard, which means a wide advertisement. The one posted on it is called an advertisement. This was established by King Jing and belongs to the royal palace. If you want to post an advertisement, go to the royal palace to register and negotiate the price." Liu Xuan said with a smile.

"So that's it." The merchants whispered.

"The prince said that in the future, all prefectures and counties in Jingzhou will set up billboards. If you are willing to have a prosperous business and can afford money, your advertisements will be visible to the entire Jingzhou in the future." Liu Xuan added.

"As the saying goes, wine is a must-have, and if you have such a wide range of words, why worry about bad business? "Someone is thinking about it.

The other merchants also had their own ulterior motives. If they had that shrewd, they immediately took the money and went to the palace...

In the palace, Hu Wei was busy spinning like a top.

In addition to preparing for all the items in the poetry meeting, he also had to find a way to sell rouge.

Because Liu Jun said that Yanzhi's reputation will no longer give them a chance to get a commission after he has won.

So I can only make this money while I am not famous.

"Ma Si, ten copper coins, I will give you ten copper coins after I sell it." Hu Wei grabbed the oil seller Ma Si who often gave oil to the royal palace.

"Five taels of silver! Who do you want me to sell such expensive rouge?" Ma Si didn't buy it.

"The imperial concubine is also sold for five taels. Isn't there a lot of wealthy ladies to buy it? Look, this is produced by the royal palace. Besides, the imperial concubine used it herself, and it is said that it has miraculous effects." Hu Wei took out a rouge box.

This is specially made for ceramic shops. The words "jade man" are written on it, and the following is a poem by Liu Jun.

The white ceramics and black characters are very beautiful.

"Thirty, I'll help you shout when I'm selling oil." I heard that the concubine had used it, Ma Si believed it a little.

"You are too cruel, twenty copper coins, you can't get more."

"Twenty-five ones, if you don't work, you'll have to pull them down. You have to have strength to shout. You have to shout for a day and have to eat an extra bowl of rice when you go back." Ma Si was carrying the oil load and was about to leave.

"Okay, twenty-five." Hu Wei agreed, and his heart ached.

The commission of a single cent of silver was like a fatal death for him, and these twenty-five copper plates would probably make him unable to sleep at night.

Ma Si took five boxes of rouge and went there. Hu Wei saw another acquaintance passing by, and ran over with a gust of wind.

At the same time, many rich young men and literati and poets flocked to the Jiaofangsi and Qing/lou.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, they worked hard to promote the Rouge sent by the Jiaofangsi envoy.

Anyone who can have free money to visit Qinglou will always have this little money in his pocket.

In order to please the beauty, they often buy rouge and give it to Qing/Full for her to have a good time.

Moreover, when they came, they all saw the content on the billboard.

I subconsciously feel that giving rouge can express my good intentions...

Two days later.

The poetry meeting was officially held in the royal palace, and at this time the publicity of Rouge basically covered the entire Jingyang City.

Advertisements of Rouge can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys, and the shouts of selling Rouge in the city are constantly changing day and night.

The woman who came to visit the poetry meeting entered the city and received rouge from the royal palace.

They kept trying during the waiting period.

In the past few days, I have experienced the benefits of rouge.

The poem meeting that was supposed to recite poems and essays turned into a discussion meeting of rouge.

"Look at the acne on my face, it's gone now. I've annoyed me a few days ago."

"I can cure acne, but my skin turns white and delicate after a few days. I didn't expect that when I came to see poetry, I would encounter such a good thing."

"No, I won't use those messy rouge in the future, just use it."

"I have a lot of oil on my face, and I have also lost a lot of less after using this."

“…”

In the royal palace garden full of various "poetry titles", women in groups of three or three gathered everywhere to talk privately.

Zhao Yuyan and her maid talk to them from time to time.

After hearing the unanimous praise of Yanzhi, she breathed a light tone.

This poetry meeting was originally about selling dog meat with sheep.

This effect is exactly what she wants, and as for poetry and other things, it is just an extra fun.

After a busy day, the poetry meeting ended in the evening.

Zhao Yuyan personally tasted the top three, gave gifts, and held a big banquet, and had a drink and laughed with the women at the same table.

It was not until the night was hazy and the guests were happy that the people gradually dispersed.

Because Liu Jun was a man, it was inconvenient to attend the women's poetry meeting.

But he was not idle either and kept paying attention to the amount of rouge sold.
Chapter completed!