Luo Guanzhong felt the heavy silver in front of him, looked at the majestic Zhu Yunwen, and asked solemnly: "Who is your Excellency? What lyrics do you want to write?"
Zhu Yunwen smiled indifferently and said: "You can regard me as Mr. Shufang. As for the lyrics, let's talk about them as we go. Speaking of Mr.'s works, I don't approve of some of the writing."
"Oh? Where are you talking about?"
Luo Guanzhong handed the silver and book to his only follower, and then asked.
Zhu Yunwen looked into the distance and said: "Sir, he was quite disparaging about the Yellow Turban Army, calling them bandits and rebels. In terms of the late Han Dynasty, this statement is correct. But have you ever thought about it, if they can How can you become a rebel when you have enough to eat and fields to cultivate?"
"In the final analysis, it was the court that failed them and left them with no way to survive. People who have no way to survive always need to do something in order to survive. We cannot just label them as rebels."
Xie Jin, Xu Huizu and Xu Miaojin who were following Zhu Yunwen were all shocked when they heard this.
The emperor actually thought: Rebellion is justified?
This this……
What a shame!
Xie Jin was a little confused. Fortunately, only a few of them knew what he said. If it spread, wouldn't it be a big trouble?
Luo Guanzhong took a deep breath and thought to himself:
This young master actually speaks for the rebels?
If someone found out, wouldn't he be beheaded?
If he dies, who will publish a book for him?
No, you need to be persuaded.
Luo Guanzhong cleared his throat and said: "Luo does not agree with what this young master said. No matter what dynasty, as a subject, you should obey the king and not be rebellious."
"Even if the king lets them die?"
Zhu Yunwen interrupted.
Luo Guanzhong's pupils condensed slightly, and he said seriously: "If the king wants his minister to die, it would be unfaithful if the minister does not die; if the father wants his son to die, it would be unfilial to the son not to die."
Zhu Yunwen frowned.
In the feudal era, there was no such thing as equality. Everything was hierarchical, and the emperor who stood at the top of the class decided everything.
You can never tell him that the peasant uprising is correct and the most effective means to overthrow the decadent dynasty...
Although Zhu Yunwen will die in the future, he can't dig his own grave or lay a coffin in advance.
This trend of equality is still left to latecomers.
We are the emperor, and we have been poisoned by feudalism, so let us poison us for another thirty to fifty years...
but.
Zhu Yunwen seemed to have thought of something and suddenly asked: "Although you said this, you may not be following your true intentions, right?"
"Master, why did you say this?"
Luo Guanzhong asked doubtfully.
Zhu Yunwen stared at Luo Guanzhong and said: "
As far as I know, you have more than just the manuscript of "The Popular Romance of the Three Kingdoms" in your hands. There is another one, a masterpiece that praises and sympathizes with the peasant rebellion, right? "
Luo Guanzhong was horrified and stayed where he was.
Zhu Yunwen stopped and said calmly: "Then the manuscript is called "Water Margin", right?"
Luo Guanzhong's body trembled a little.
Zhu Yunwen waved his hand and said, "You don't need to be nervous. I just want to ask you if you have brought the manuscript of "Water Margin" with you. If so, the two books can be printed together."
"You, how did you know? "Water Margin" was written by my mentor Shi Naian, but my mentor has been gone for nearly twenty years! Not many people know this book, and I rarely take out "Water Margin" Manuscript! Only a few people in the world know of its existence!"
Luo Guanzhong was shocked.
The person in front of me not only knows his own manuscripts, but also knows his mentor’s manuscripts! He actually knew that the manuscript was in his hands!
Zhu Yunwen nodded reassuringly, clapped his hands in a relaxed manner, and said: "Of course I heard about it, haha, I gained a lot today."
Xie Jin touched Liu Changge beside him and asked in a low voice: "Has your security bureau started investigating the books?"
Liu Changge glanced at Jie Jin depressedly and said nothing.
How could the Security Bureau care about these things? I have never heard of Luo Guanzhong and Shi Naian. They seem to be just small figures. How can they be worthy of the Security Bureau's attention?
However, how did the emperor know him, and how did he know this?
Liu Changge thought for a while, but to no avail, so he felt relieved: Your Majesty, you should know some things that others don't know.
Luo Guanzhong didn't know the identity of the person in front of him, but he followed step by step, becoming more and more uneasy as he walked. It seemed that this young master wanted to escort him to the imperial city?
I, Luo Guanzhong, just want to publish a book and I don’t want to oppose the imperial court, right?
Looking at Xi'an Gate in the distance, Luo Guanzhong stopped and asked, "Aren't we going to the bookstore to publish? Why are we here?"
Zhu Yunwen pointed to the Xi'an Gate and said: "Among the capital's most outstanding publishers, the one with the most outstanding publishing skills is the Li Jingjing Factory. Since we want to publish a book, wouldn't it be best to find them?"
Luo Guanzhong wanted to run away, but the person in front of him was definitely not normal.
The Chief of Ceremonies is the internal prison in the palace, the head of the twenty-four yamen. The one who can make them move is either the prince or the emperor. Who do you think you are? If he didn't go through the other door, he would be beheaded first...
"Well, let's just find some bookstores outside the palace to print..."
Luo Guanzhong really didn't want to enter the palace.
Zhu Yunwen laughed and said, "Sir, don't you want to see this manuscript come out with your own eyes? Why are you so timid when you get to the door? Haha, this can't be done, let's go."
cannot be refused
.
Luo Guanzhong had no choice but to grit his teeth and follow him.
"Greetings to the Emperor, long live the Emperor!"
The guards at Xi'an Gate saluted neatly.
Luo Guanzhong stared at Zhu Yunzhong's back, quickly knelt down and shouted: "Little citizen Luo Guanzhong, pay homage to the emperor!"
Zhu Yunwen turned around and signaled to Xie Jin.
Xie Jin quickly helped Luo Guanzhong up.
"Mr. Luo, please."
Zhu Yunwen smiled and nodded, stretched out his hand, and made a gesture of invitation.
Luo Guanzhong didn't know how he got into the economics factory. Everything seemed like a dream and not real at all.
The Secretary of Ceremonies has a clerk's room, a ceremonial room, an internal study hall, and a scripture workshop.
Among them, the Sutra Factory has several directors, who are responsible for the printing plates and printed books of various sutras, including Buddhist, Taoist, and Tibetan books. It can be said that it is a printing house run by the emperor's own family.
In the middle and late period of Hongwu, the economics factory had 150 printers, 58 printers, and 312 printers.
Zhu Yunwen wanted to publish "The Popular Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Water Margin", but it was not enough to rely solely on these publishers, framers, and framers.
"In addition to the typewriters, framers, and framers, we are recruiting thirty papermakers, fifty folders, twenty calendar cutters, twenty black ink makers, and pen and painter craftsmen. Thirty people, limited to three days."
Zhu Yunwen gave instructions to Wang Yue, the young eunuch who came over.
Wang Yue quickly agreed and hurriedly made arrangements.
Zhu Yunwen took the "Popular Romance of the Three Kingdoms" from Luo Guanzhong, looked at Luo Guanzhong respectfully, then picked up the pen and said: "I am good at writing poems on the manuscript, sir, won't you blame me?"
Luo Guanzhong shook his head repeatedly and said: "The emperor's handwriting is the glory of the common people."
Zhu Yunwen dipped his brush in ink and said softly: "Whether you really think so or not, this poem cannot be missing. If it is missing, it will lose some of its momentum."
Xie Jin, Xu Huizu and Xu Miaojin approached and watched Zhu Yun's dancing dragon and phoenix, and a song "Linjiang Fairy" appeared on the paper:
the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero.
Right and wrong, success or failure turn around in vain.
Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.
Happy reunion over a pot of wine.
Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter.
Yang Shen, don't blame me. If not, blame you for being born too late.
It will take at least more than a hundred years for you to achieve the artistic conception and consciousness of this poem. I can't afford to wait...
"So many things in ancient and modern times are all made fun of!"
Jie Jin was extremely surprised as he watched the song "Linjiang Immortal". An indifferent and free and easy momentum came to his face, which was both generous and tragic, but also soul-stirring! Was such a work with extraordinary artistic conception really made by the emperor?
