The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 238 It's Not Impossible To Invert The Imperial Power
Hui Yu's heart skipped a beat when he saw Feng Canglan's smile.

He secretly said in his heart, Mrs. Feng and her group are miserable.

"Normally not." Hui Yu expressed his opinion, "but now that General Feng is on the cusp of the storm, countless pairs of eyes are staring at him, even from the palace. If he disappears at this time, it will be suspicious."

Feng Canglan stroked the embroidered fingertips and paused, then smiled, "That's true."

"Then take your time."

"Didn't Feng Ling want to cling to the rich and powerful, and want to be rich and famous all his life?"

"You go and collect and find out who has special hobbies in the imperial city. My cousin, I'm kind enough to match her up."

Hui Yu bowed her head and said respectfully, "Yes."

"This." Feng Canglan handed over the envelope pressed on the table, "Let the newspaper office print it."

After all, it's her cheap father, so he can't be bullied like this, right?

"Yes." Hui Yu caught it and left.

The voices scolding Fengjiang were overwhelming, but there were other voices in the next afternoon.

The beginning of all changes comes from newspaper reports.

He is a general who guards the frontier and respected by thousands of people. When the war subsides, he becomes a street rat who is cast aside by others.

Such a headline was the headline on the front page, and it was the topic that received the most attention at the time.

When it went on sale, it was sold out.

At the same time, countless people began to complain about Feng Jiang, "Although Feng Jiang's actions on the matter of his mother were inappropriate, this cannot completely bury the general's hard work over the years."

"Except for that matter, General Feng is indeed a very good general."

At this time, some scholars who thought that filial piety was the first came out to retort, "Xingyun governs the country with filial piety, Fengjiang can't even do this, what kind of family is it, and what kind of country is defending."

In one day, what was originally full of insults has now become polarized.

Just when the two parties were in full swing, the newspaper published a new issue.

Write down all the things that old lady Feng and the second child did, in every detail.

As soon as this matter came out, the heat of the whole matter was pushed to a climax.

The voices that were insulting Fengjiang, Qiqi changed direction and scolded Mrs. Xiangfeng and a group of people overwhelmingly.

The old lady Feng, who was still waiting for Feng Jiang to apologize and invite herself to the General's Mansion, didn't dare to come out after knowing about this.

The others did the same, huddled in the guest room of the inn.

Because as soon as I went out, I was pointed at.

Some even knew the residences of several people in extreme cases, squatted at the door, and some directly cursed at the top of their voices.

Two days ago, Fengjiang was still the target of attack by the whole people, but now everyone cherishes it, and the reputation has reversed.

It was a foregone conclusion when the emperor found out about this matter. During this period of time, several favorite concubines in the harem had frequent accidents, and the good mood of taking back the military power was ruined.

Two powerful concubines from their natal families had accidents, and the emperor was very busy dealing with this matter, exhausted both physically and mentally.

Although the real power has been grasped now, the way to be a king requires absolute balance.

So the situation that was quite satisfactory at first turned into a mystery.

There are even voices saying that the emperor's birds are exhausted, and the good bow is hidden.

The emperor's hair turned white even more.

"Rong Jin, I'm really old." He looked at his gray temples and sighed.

Zong Zhengjin on the opposite side smiled elegantly, "Father, why did you say such a thing? You are in your prime at this time."

"You said that in just two days, the matter of Fengjiang has changed so much."

"Newspaper." Zong Zhengjin's two short words only hit the point.

The influence of this newspaper is so great that it can almost turn black and white upside down.

The emperor seemed to think of something and snorted coldly, "Hua Shuqing is not in Xingyun, otherwise I really want to ask him to enter the palace to talk about it."

Zong Zhengjin was not talking, he was a gentle and refined prince in front of the emperor.

Feng Canglan knew about the turnaround of wind reviews immediately.

Hearing Huiyu's report, he only smiled faintly.

Everything is under control and there is nothing to be happy about.

The purpose of establishing a newspaper in the first place was to guide public opinion.

Although she didn't touch imperial power, she wasn't afraid of imperial power either.

The people are water, and the king is a boat.

Water can carry a boat, and it can also overturn it.

As long as she can guide and control public opinion, she can make the people work for her.

If she meets someone who insists on hitting her hard, it's not impossible to overturn the imperial power.

The cheap daddy matter is settled, and the next step is the business.

Congestion on Zong Zhengyu's head.

Feng Canglan took the silver needle and left the hospital.

At this time, Wen Fengjun, who was leaving the hospital, reported to Zong Zhengyu the headwinds of Fengjiang in the past two days.

"This Fengjiang is really powerful. They were cornered and turned against the wind."

"There is someone behind to help."

Zong Zhengyu sat at the desk, his brows and eyes were light and not very interested.

"This time Fengjiang's reputation has been reversed, and the credit of the newspaper is indelible."

"The owner of the newspaper is Hua Shuqing, doesn't he have friendship with Feng Canglan?"

"Probably Feng Canglan asked Hua Shuqing for help." Wen Fengjun said in his mouth, watching Zong Zhengyu from the corner of his eye, hoping to see some expression on his face.

As a result, Zong Zhengyu's expression remained the same, Gu Jing was silent, "Put away your messy thoughts."

The voice was as cold as an ice cellar, emitting a chill for no reason.

Wen Fengjun's sword eyebrows twitched slightly, and he closed his mouth.

At this time, Feng Canglan's soft voice sounded outside the door, "Xiao Yuyu~"

Feng Canglan pushed the door open, and saw Zong Zhengyu sitting at the table, holding a brush as if practicing calligraphy.

His face and the tip of his straight nose were stained with black ink, and he didn't notice that he was still struggling to practice calligraphy.

"Xiao Yuyu is practicing handwriting? How is the practice?" Her voice is brisk, as soft and sweet as cotton candy.

"My lady~" Zong Zhengyu pinched the pen, looking like he was working hard, and prayed cautiously, "I'm studying, and I will get better soon."

Feng Canglan's brows were in a daze, and Ban Shun realized later that Zong Zhengyu was about to say goodbye to Li Shu.

She sighed inwardly, and took out a white handkerchief to wipe the ink on his face, "Why did you become a little cat after practicing calligraphy?"

"Don't worry, take your time."

Boom, such a cute little Yuyu, she will be gone in a few days.

Feng Canglan's inner villain bit his handkerchief, with a look of reluctance.

Once she returns to normal, she will never see such a cute and cute little Yuyu again.

Can't move anymore.

Thinking in her heart, Feng Canglan was not polite at all, and rubbed Zong Zhengyu's face for a while.

Passed the last hand addiction.

Wen Fengjun, who was watching the whole process, had weird eyes, and Xia Shun returned to normal.

But Feng Canglan sensitively captured the strangeness at that moment.

Wen Fengjun doesn't like her, and she doesn't like Wen Fengjun either.

So he glanced coldly, "Are you still going out?"

"Want to see me and Xiao Yuyu doing business?"

Wen Fengjun's face changed slightly, with a constipated expression.

He opened his mouth but didn't know how to say it. In the end, he cursed shamelessly with a strange expression and left in a hurry.

Seeing Wen Fengjun fleeing in a hurry, Feng Canglan snorted coldly.

An arm was wrapped around the waist, "My lady, what are we doing?"

(End of this chapter)