When the literary meeting summoned by Zhao Qingya on that day dispersed, the twists and turns immediately spread throughout Jinling City.

Qiu Chuan pretended to be the author of "Dreamwalking in Tianmu's Song of Farewell", and although he completely nailed this former famous scholar to the pillar of shame, he sent Zhao Qingya through Yue Qianqiu an ancient Wei Dynasty painting and the collection of Wei Dynasty poetry. The so-called poet Li Bai of the late Wei Dynasty became a hotly discussed figure among countless people for a time.

If Li Bai was a modern person, perhaps there were some literary talents who were worried that such a stunning and stunning figure would shine, and he would definitely be so breathless. But since he was an ancient man more than a hundred years ago, what else could he worry about? Praise and praise an ancient man is a matter of benefit but no harm. If he didn't see someone, Zhao Xiangye would praise him?

As for Mr. Yue’s Hemingxuan, he received countless attention in a blink of an eye. Yue Qianqiu struck while the iron was hot. From the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, the first volume of Li Taibai’s collection, produced by Hemingxuan, printed by Qin Family Bookstore, and the same copy version as Zhao Qingya, was suddenly launched. Because of the bonus effect of the Prime Minister’s literary gathering, the first batch of 400 books were snatched away.

Even if there are only four poems in that thin booklet...

On the same evening, the paper was yellowed in front of Old Master Yue, but the ink traces were still firm and antique. He flipped through it very carefully, then looked up at Yue Qianqiu.

"I really can't see the flaw." Old Master Yue raised his eyebrows and asked meaningfully, "If the person who makes this thing shows his slightest, that's not a trivial matter."

Yue Qianqiu stood behind the old man Yue with a smile, rubbing his grandfather's shoulders, "First of all, the Qin family has this in-laws because of the grandfather's marriage. For those who are just merchants, it is the most cost-effective to wash away the smell of copper with these elegant things. Second, who can give them the benefits that can surpass our Yue family? The most important thing is, how can they be sure that we don't have a real lonely book in our hands, and are waiting for others to follow the flaws of the Qin family to find it and fight back?"

"Oh, as you say, I, Hemingxuan, really have a lonely book from the previous dynasty?" Old Master Yue stretched out his hand and grabbed Yue Qianqiu, and pulled the little grandson's left cheek hard, "Little bastard, I almost all my books bought by your Uncle Ying. Have you asked him by fake it?"

"Of course... no." Yue Qianqiu vaguely spit out four words. When the old man let go, he glanced at Yueying and said with confidence, "What's the fraud? Uncle Ying has a good vision and has collected it from people who don't know the goods. Then he put it into Hemingxuan. From now on, a famous saying will be circulated in Jinling City. The production of Hemingxuan must be a fine product!"

Old Master Yue keenly noticed Yue Qianqiu’s implied meaning: “According to what you say, will there be any more in the future?”

"Of course, this is just the first volume." Yue Qianqiu rubbed his left cheek and said as if nothing had happened, "Otherwise, why would I give gifts to Zhao Qingya under the name of my grandfather? Isn't it just to borrow the east wind of this literary leader and prime minister? Now, everyone knows that my grandfather's Hemingxuan has a lot of books, and is planning to donate these ancient books to Wuying Pavilion. By then..."

Even though he often takes a different approach, his move is like an antelope hanging on his horns, which is unpredictable. At this time, Old Master Yue almost sprayed out a sip of tea he had just drunk.

Although Wuying Pavilion is regarded as a joke by many people, it is one of the most authentic official schools under the Imperial College. Once these books have passed such a clear path and even came to the emperor, then their identity as ancient books is equivalent to a foregone conclusion.

It was not until this time that Yue Qianqiu said with a smile: "With this opportunity, my grandfather wrote a letter saying that the Wei Shiwenyuan was not comprehensive, so he asked to re-revise history, and then asked the emperor to solicit classics from the world and compile a ceremony that can be passed on to future generations. Isn't this just right? Now other people's eyes will shift from the defection of the Shengong Sect. What is inconvenient for us to do?"

"Good boy, you actually used this big thing to cover up?"

It turns out that he had been letting Yue Qianqiu make trouble, and he had made slow moves afterwards, all the tricks he had learned were all learned by the little guy!

Only then did the old master Yue understand Yue Qianqiu's real purpose. He didn't know what to say for a moment, but he was quite surprised in his eyes. But in a blink of an eye, his surprise expression became meaningful, "After all, your biggest purpose is to get the teacher you need to come to your door, right?"

It seemed to confirm the words of Mr. Yue, and Yue Ying's voice came from outside: "The old man, formerly Mr. Liu, former Hanlin Academy, Shi Huan, and Ling Yuan, a minister of Jinling, asked for a meeting together."

Old Master Yue glanced at Yue Qianqiu with a smile on his face, and cursed with anger: "You have been deceived into taking the bait. Are you satisfied now? Why don't you go quickly?"

"Then I'll go!" Yue Qianqiu said as he walked out, and then turned around at the door and said, "Grandpa, don't let me get it wrong. If someone asks, push it on me. Keep it mysterious..."

"Good it, go out!" Old Master Yue waved his hand impatiently to drive people away. When Yue Qianqiu left, he snorted softly, "Your grandpa, I haven't seen the ancient books you mentioned, and I don't even know the content. How can I give you some tricks? Xiaoying, listen, this kid just praised you for your good vision, and you will become famous among scholars in the future!"

Yueying happened to enter the house. When he closed the door, he saw the clearly and joking gaze of Mr. Yue. He said lightly: "Even if I am famous, I will be praised for being lucky at most. The old man, He Mingxuan, is a huge joy. However, there are already some voices at home saying that all the books are rare treasures, why not pass them to his own people, but donate them to Wuying Pavilion."

"Second or third room?" Old Master Yue didn't blink for a moment. Seeing Yue Ying silent, he said angrily, "Why did I give birth to two good species? The two short-sighted bastards in the middle used to be afraid that Qianqiu would have more family property, but now they covet the ancient books that Qianqiu made. Why don't they know how to do something solidly?"

Yue Ying was very wise to speak out for the old man's hatred. Eight out of ten famous officials in the court have always been heroes, bears, countless soft and pussy. Some high-ranking officials even had five or six sons, but no one was successful. After all, it was because officials had to use all their energy in the court, and their sons at home lacked discipline.

Old Master Yue was born in a grassroots and lost his wife in his early years. He was an official while raising his son, marrying his wife for him, and scattering his family. It was more difficult than others. However, the eldest master was lucky to meet a virtuous wife, the second master was just lucky to have a moderate wife, and the third master met the third wife, who was a petty wife, and Yue Xiaosi was even more dissatisfied with the marriage and ran away directly!

However, the three families of relatives stood on the same boat with the Yue family from beginning to end. Just like the third wife, his brothers, Qin Dalu and Qin Erlu, had been engaged in various incredible small businesses with Yue Qianqiu and had always been very close to him.

So, even though Mr. Yue scolded him at this time, he ended up saying unhappily: "Go and pass me a message. A hundred years later, He Mingxuan will pass it to Qianqiu. They will make less of their ideas!"

Knowing that he said that Yue Qianqiu's ancient books came from, no one at home would believe them, so Old Master Yue simply refused to explain.

Yue Qianqiu didn't know that his grandfather had a close talk and passed on He Mingxuan to him. At this moment, he had the experience of Zhao Qingya. He was so proud of his words that he boasted about He Mingxuan in the world and fooled the old Hanlin who retired, and both old ministers who had never even been an official before sighed.

"The Emperor Gaozu of my husband's family once said that in the late years of Emperor You, he searched for books, burned books, captured and buried scholars. He didn't know how many scholars fled into the mountains and fields, and disappeared without a trace, and he didn't know how many ancient books and classics were scattered. Unexpectedly, after a hundred years, you could find the poems and essays of these predecessors from the pile of old papers so that their names could spread throughout the world."

When Liu Lao Hanlin said this, he even looked at Yue Qianqiu with an extremely appreciative look: "Qiu Chuan is a very old man who cannot let go of his fame and fortune. It is rare for you to take other people's works for yourself, but you are not moved. You must know that no one has ever heard of the four poems in the collection of poems before. You can clearly say that you made them yourself."

How thick is Yue Qianqiu? He didn't think about it and showed an extremely sincere expression: "It's all because my grandfather taught me since childhood that what should be mine is mine, and it shouldn't be mine. I have someone proclaimed this poem to make famous for the predecessors. I really didn't expect anyone to pretend to be the author."
Chapter completed!