Liu Panzui fell into the palace hall.

As the emperor, Liu Hong not only did not cure him for blasphemy, but instead took the blanket and carried Liu Pan down to sleep.

Liu Hong's actions made all the civil and military officials smell an unusual smell.

This is to reuse Liu Pan’s rhythm!

In addition, Liu Biao, who is about to serve as the governor of the state, is going to God!

The news of the resetting of the state governor had long been spread. People knew that Liu Hong would select a few people from the Han family members who had written letters and go to various states to help him stabilize the world.

There are only a few experienced Han clan relatives, and Liu Biao steadily occupies the top three!

Although I don’t know where Liu Biao will serve as the governor of the state in the end, no matter where he goes, he is a real chief official!

There is no difference between it and the local emperor!

It’s amazing that the uncle and nephew of Liu join forces!

Except for a few people such as He Jin, most officials cast a kind look at Liu Biao.

After the court dispersed that day, a craze suddenly broke out in Luoyang City.

This craze came out from the mansions of all officials and quickly swept across Luoyang City.

The core of the craze is Liu Pan.

Or it is a new genre of poems he made.

The sixteen poems with wine in the court today, coupled with the previous Long March and the beautiful scenery, stirred up the entire Eastern Han literary world!

Human memory is limited. Except for Cao Cao, who copied the poems, no one can recite the eighteen poems intact.

This made many literary people sigh.

They really want to collect these eighteen poems by Liu Pan and record them into a collection of poems that will be passed down to future generations!

Su Shuang and Zhang Shiping keenly captured the business opportunities.

Liu Pan had just returned to the camp and was still half drunk and half awake, so they were forced to write all eighteen poems.

Half a day later.

In the most prosperous downtowns in Luoyang City, vendors under Su Shuang and Zhang Shiping appeared respectively.

What are they doing?

Selling books!

What book is sold?

Continue to open the collection of poems!

The name of Liu Pan's name is of course recorded by his eighteen poems.

Unlike the bamboo slips that people often use to record, these collections of poems are composed of white paper.

The best white paper contains lines of clear black ink dye, which is both clear and easy to carry.

It is much lighter than commonly used bamboo slips!

The font used to write poetry collections is even more famous for the eight-point calligraphy!

Of course, Bafen calligraphy is written by Liang Hu.

But he only had two hands, and it was impossible for him to write so many collections of poems in a while.

Su Shuang and Zhang Shiping thought of ways to make things precious.

In the name of Liang Hu, they summoned a large number of people who had studied calligraphy under Liang Hu's school and asked these people to help write a thousand collections of poems together.

Liang Hu wrote only seven books in his own handwriting.

If you have good poems and good writing, the price of poetry collections is naturally not cheap.

The collection of poems written by Liang Hu’s disciples is priced at 1,000 yuan!

The one written by Liang Hu himself is a fine product, and a collection of poems costs as much as 5,000 yuan!

Anyway, Liang Hu’s eight-point calligraphy is famous all over the world. He has only written seven books. People who think it’s expensive will like to buy it!

If you don’t buy it, there will always be clans who are not short of money who are willing to pay higher prices.

Luoyang City is the cultural center of the entire Han Dynasty. Are you still worried about sales?

Facts have proved that Su Shuang and Zhang Shiping's business vision is absolutely first-class.

The clans in Luoyang and the Qingliu people heard that someone sold a complete collection of poems in the downtown area, so they hurriedly sent their family members to buy them. In just half a day, all 1,07 collections of poems were sold out!

When Liu Pan woke up from a hangover, he saw the 1035,000 yuan placed in front of him and was stunned for a long time.

Top businessman trafficking culture.

Secondary businessman trafficking model.

Merchants sell products again.

Su Shuang and Zhang Shiping are even better than the top businessmen.

What they sell is not only culture, but also feelings!

After recruiting these two people under his command, Liu Panzhi made a fortune!

He divided the 10 million yuan into two parts, and rewarded one to Su Shuang, Zhang Shiping and their vendors.

After a whole day of busyness, they can't be in vain.

The other half was handed over to Hua Xin, Bing Yuan and Guan Ning.

They are responsible for enriching the arms, building weapons, buying war horses, making flags, etc.

The war is about to go, and of course the more abundant the military, the better.

Shangshu Mansion.

backyard.

A girl wearing a white fairy dress was holding a collection of poems in her hand, and was enjoying it.

"When will the bright moon come? I will ask the sky with wine..."

"Dancing and playing with the clear shadows, it's like being in the world..."

"Turn the red pavilion, lower the beautiful house, shining without sleep..."

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, and this matter is difficult to be complete in ancient times."

"I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon for thousands of miles."

The pleasant voice was like Zhu Yu, and it made her mouth compare the singing of the oriole.

When she read the last sentence, her eyes left the paper in panic, and turned to the side with a blushing face.

Her beautiful face is reflected in the clear lake water beside her.

The eyebrows and eyes are like picturesque, the black hair is dyed, and the bright eyes fall like autumn water. As the eyes turn, a charming brilliance appears in the eyes.

At this moment, there was a hint of crimson on her white and flawless face.

The charm is born from this, and it is an extra temptation.

It was like Xizi was reborn and Zhaojun was reborn.

Bright and magnificent.

Looking at the reflection in the water, the girl murmured softly: "My father said that he wrote this poem specifically for me? But... I have never seen him before."

It is not difficult to guess from her words who this breathtakingly beautiful girl is.

The sound of footsteps came from far to near.

Diao Chan hurriedly hid the collection of poems in her hand in her arms.

I don’t know why, the more I wanted to hide, the more her heart beats harder, just like a deer constantly slamming inside.

Especially when she recalled the deep affection of the poem, Diao Chan felt that the collection of poems in her arms seemed to become hot, making her body melt.

"Cicada."

Wang Yun came over and asked with concern: "What are you doing here alone? Where are the maids around you?"

Of course, the maid next to Diao Chan was sent away by her for reasons.

Only then can she read the poetry collection wholeheartedly.

"Father, I'm fine, just walk around casually."

Diao Chan stood up and looked at Wang Yunfu.

But her voice is a little guilty no matter how she hears it.

The old spirit of humans, the old spirit of ghosts.

Wang Yun could see through Diao Chan's little thoughts at first glance.
To be continued...