Settled in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 564
afraid of what?
This is the second time Princess Pingyang asked me this question, right?
Xue Lang smiled bitterly in his heart, sighed, and said calmly: "It's just a habit of being prepared for danger in times of peace, and being prepared for danger."

Xue Lang is a typical pessimist. When things happen, he always thinks about failure before winning. It seems that there is always a sense of urgency that forces him to work hard and fight.Essentially, he is trying to adapt to this era. However, due to the environment in which he grew up, he is quite wary of this era of feudal monarchy.Xue Lang is a contradictory person. He is said to be rational, but he is willing to give everything for what he loves; he is said to be emotional, but he can treat things from a rational perspective.

Princess Pingyang's sharp eyes became softer, she looked at him softly, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "Your Majesty is all for me, I don't know! But, today, I am explaining the newspaper in detail to you in Mr. After seeing the function and significance of it, I was thinking about one thing.”

"what?"

"It's too late."

Xue Lang frowned, contemplating.Princess Pingyang took a sip of the teacup and said calmly: "Your Majesty has said many times in the past on different occasions that the one who wins the hearts of the people wins the world. Newspaper... If it is handled properly, there is a lot to do. But This kind of affairs is in my hands... It seems that there is something wrong with it, Mr. Lang really gave me a problem."

Xue Lang understood now.Her Royal Highness's concerns are actually justified. If the emperor in power is a mild-tempered emperor like his old father-in-law Comrade Li Yuan, then with Princess Pingyang's prestige and status, there is nothing wrong with being in charge of the newspaper. On the contrary, it is a plus.

However, Li Er is now in power.Comrade Xiao Li is undoubtedly a broad-minded and tolerant person, but, things like newspapers are in the hands of Princess Pingyang, would he have any ideas?

Xue Lang never dared to underestimate the wisdom of the ancients. After the newspaper is published and distributed, there will be wise people who will see the benefits and tricks in it.At that time, can you hold it securely in your hand?

Xue Lang tentatively suggested: "How about retreating?"

Princess Pingyang raised her head, looked at Xue Lang with burning eyes that seemed to be shining, smiled sweetly, but said nothing.Laughing so that Xue Lang's heart trembled, his face was flushed, and the crazy barrage in his heart——

Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!This smile is foul!

His face was flushed, but his mouth subconsciously said something strange: "Shall I write a new play?"

He said so, but his feet didn't move, and he sat still, staring at people blankly.Princess Pingyang glanced at him, her eyes were piercing, and she said softly: "It's getting late, there's still time to write tomorrow!"

"Your Highness is wise. Shall I arrange it there?"

Asking this in his mouth, the man stood up automatically and consciously, picked him up directly, and strode into the room.Fortunately, he is wearing it. If it is unfortunate that he is wearing it, if he is wearing an emperor or a prince or something, then it is over!

If he meets a woman he loves, like King Zhou You, who would go to war to play princes for the sake of Bomei's smile, he will definitely be able to do it!It has the potential to be a fool!

Look, in fact, Xue Lang's self-awareness is quite clear.

After a good night's sleep, I woke up the next morning, ran a few laps in the morning as usual, and ate four egg pancakes with rice porridge.Princess Pingyang got up a little late, and when she came out after washing up, she saw the father and son with swollen cheeks.

"Auntie!"

When Shui Nu saw her mother finally came, her face was full of joy and enthusiasm.Sitting in a special small dining chair, Tanu had a cloth bib around his neck, his face was covered with oil, and he was holding a piece of egg pancake in his little hand. He followed his sister and called enthusiastically: "Mother! Mother!"

Princess Pingyang leaned down and kissed the fat son's little cheek, just now she sat next to Xue Lang, took a piece of cake from the noodle soup brought by a kind person, and ate it slowly.

Xue Lang's face was full of smiles, and his eyes were full of affection when he looked at people. After eating, he wiped his hands and mouth, kissed his wife unexpectedly, and said with a smile, "I'm going to write Shuzuo!"

Princess Pingyang glared at him with a half-smile, slightly resentful.However, Xue Lang didn't care. He blinked with a smile, turned around and kissed the protesting daughter and son before going to the study.

Look at the melodies transcribed yesterday, think about it, take the pen and paper over again, bow your head and write another copy.During the morning exercises, he had conceived the framework of the melody in his mind, and he already had a draft in his stomach, and now he wrote it naturally and smoothly.

After finishing writing, I modified the words and sentences again, and it was regarded as the completion of the first draft. I put it on the table, and I didn't rush to copy it, but checked it again——

Damn it, the most troublesome thing about writing official documents in ancient times was taboo.The emperor's family should be taboo, and the relatives should also be taboo.If you accidentally forget or make a mistake, you will lose your job in minutes.

Due to reasons such as taboos and allusions, Xue Lang's proficiency in classical Chinese has not made much progress.Up to now, writing a memorandum is still half-literal and half-white. After finishing writing, I often ask Princess Pingyang to read it to avoid any mistakes.

"Written?"

Just as the egg was hurting, Princess Pingyang walked in, walked straight to the desk, picked up the manuscript on the desk and read it, Xue Lang conveniently hugged him on his lap and sat there, waiting for her to help check.Seeing Princess Pingyang bowing his head to review the manuscript for him, Xue Lang secretly thought, this is also a red-sleeve, right?hey-hey!
After Her Royal Highness helped him circle and correct the words that needed to be avoided and renamed as Tongjia, Xue Lang copied it again, kissed his wife on the lips, and happily brought two copies of the play into the palace.

When he entered, the court meeting had ended, and Xiao Li was reviewing the memorials by himself in the side hall of the Lizheng Hall.After the transmission, Xue Lang went in, saluted and said directly: "Your Majesty, I have two drafts here, please read them by Your Majesty."

Knowing Xue Lang's style of doing things, Li Er immediately said: "Bring it up. You Yang, sit down."

"Well, thank you, Your Majesty."

Xue Lang sat down on the chair.

The palace attendant immediately brought it to him and presented it to him.Li Er put down the commentary, and looked at Xue Lang first, his expression gradually became serious, and he would stop and think for a while after watching it.

In the main hall of the front hall of the Lizheng Hall, there are short tables, because the officials often discuss matters with Li Er there, so instead of placing tables and chairs, there are tables and chairs, and everyone kneels and sits together.

In the side hall, there are tables and chairs, and there are several large bookshelves full of books. Obviously, this is Li Er's study and office, where he usually reads and receives ministers.

After reading the Shuzuo, Saint Li took a deep look at Xue Lang, and said with a slight sigh: "Youyang's talent, I have always known, but, Youyang has been idle at home, I thought youyang He is unwilling to serve as an official."

Xue Lang smiled lightly, and said: "It's not that I don't want to be an official, but I know myself. I used to be a sinner, so I should keep a low profile. What's more, under your Majesty's command, there are a lot of talents, and the new king ascends the throne. I am not good at dealing with complex interpersonal relationships, it is better to hide my clumsiness than to make a fool of myself."

(End of this chapter)