Chapter 62 Murder Case (please follow up)

Perhaps it was because of the continuous spring rain, which was suitable for a deep sleep, or because she read too late last night, so Princess Yongning got up late this morning.

When I woke up from the house in Huaqing Palace, it was already Chen hour.

When I woke up, my delicate body was limp and weak.

After staring at the ceiling for a while under the brocade quilt, he called the maid to serve him and got up to dress up.

The meal was stuck in the middle, so I simply waited for lunch.

After washing up and changing into a white cotton robe, Yongning walked into the study.

I saw that the newspaper documents had been coded on the desk.

"Your Highness." Next to him, the female official put down the incense burner and waited on him.

"Yes." Yongning nodded, sat at the table with his bare white feet, and read through them one by one.

Reading the newspaper in the morning... This has been her habit for many years. The eldest princess is the emperor's sister, not a flower vase, and she also has the opportunity to participate in politics.

Every day, servants would copy the news from the DPRK and send it to the front desk in order to understand the situation of the DPRK. Even when they were in the northwest, the news was not cut off.

The emperor's decree, the appointment and dismissal of officials, the court meetings, the political affairs reported by the princes... everything is there, and Yongning takes it very seriously.

I stopped from time to time to ask the female officer a few words.

"Hey, the corruption case of the Minister of Civil Affairs has actually come to an end. It was actually a martial arts uncle who was behind it." Yongning was suddenly surprised and a little surprised.

She was aware of this case.

Involving a fourth-grade official, the momentum is not small.

At the court meeting alone, there was a lot of wrangling for several days.

I thought that even if I could achieve success, it would not be easy, but I didn't expect that the result would come so quickly.

"The results of the Zhenfu Division came out this morning. Du Zhenfu reported that Shi Lang Feng is in danger. As for the martial arts uncle, he has to donate money to pay for his crime." The female official said.

"Yes." Yongning nodded and said with a smile: "This is in line with the emperor's wishes."

The female officer didn't dare to answer.

After looking through it again, there was only one letter left.

The female official said: "It was sent by the Zhenfu Division about the person you asked about."

Qi Ping's news... Yongning opened it with great interest, his beautiful eyes blooming with color. There were only two things recorded in the letter.

First, he got a perfect score in Qi Ping's literary test, which caused a small-scale sensation.

The second is that he was imprisoned and made meritorious service in the corruption case of the minister. Of course, the details were not detailed, only that he made great contributions.

Yongning was astonished. He didn't expect that the young man had only arrived in Beijing for a few days, but he had already accomplished such a feat.

Even she didn't expect it.

At this time, suddenly, a pink skirt swayed from outside. It was Anping, with a petite and exquisite figure, grinning:

"I heard from the palace maid that 'aunt' is lying in bed today. It's really strange."

Yongning was helpless and said with a smile: "You just chose this time to come, didn't you?"

Princess Anping often comes to the palace to find her best friend, and she is as familiar with her as her own.

"Let's eat for a while."

"Hey, who knows, the cooks in the prince's palace are three times better than those in the imperial kitchen?" Yong Ning teased: "I know why you came here, here, here you go."

With that said, he handed over the completed Luban Lock.

Finally, Anping, who was on the verge of collapse, decided to look for foreign help, and Princess Yongning's intelligence was obviously one level higher than hers.

It was also at that time that the latter learned that Qi Ping had arrived in Beijing.

Anping was overjoyed and took it happily, looking proud as if he made it himself: "Hey, what are you looking at?"

Yongning handed the letter over, and the latter glanced at it a few times and was shocked.

I thought to myself, I haven't seen him for just a day, how come that little catcher has done something good again?

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In the afternoon, the two hungry people finally returned to the city.

After visiting the schools in the suburbs of Beijing, he gained a lot. Qi Ping only lamented that the imperial examination scores in this era were actually very high.

Not only this textbook on scriptures and meanings, but also various secret volumes are astonishingly diverse.

Even the covers of many imperial examination books are endorsed by various famous people, including great Confucian writers.

But this has not always been the case. In the past few decades, although the imperial examination was popular, it did not reach this level.

It is said that after the emperor ascended the throne, he vigorously supported officials from poor families, which heated up the education and training market.

"The sales are really good, but it's a pity that the good secret volumes are controlled by a few major booksellers, and the schools have purchasing channels. A needle can't be inserted, and water can't be poured in."

At a street food stall.

Fan Er swallowed half a bowl of wonton stew and said with regret.

Qi Ping sat across from him, took a sip of soup, and said with a smile:

"Everyone is in partnership. If you haven't entered the industry yet, don't even think about cracking the hard nut."

The printing industry in Daliang is developed.

The largest booksellers themselves rely mostly on engraving workshops, factory distribution, and even direct sales.

Small merchants have no power to resist.

The word printing is too modern. These days, it is also called "engraving", which can be roughly divided into three categories: official engraving, workshop engraving, and private engraving.

Official engravings come from the imperial workshop, while private engravings come from private collections. Only workshop engravings are the source of most books on the market.

"I would say that for newcomers entering the industry, and it is a big red ocean, it is better to first find a vertical category and segment the market." Qi Ping suggested.

Crazy new words.

Fan Er was convinced: "I think so too. Books sold in the market are divided into three categories: upper, middle and lower."

"The best ones are ancient and rare books. They are reserved for the rich and powerful. A book can easily cost hundreds of taels. I can't afford it."

"It's a low-grade, weird and gaudy novel from the market. The price is low, but the competition is fierce. I'm afraid I won't be able to get the lowest price. Besides, selling that... I'm going to waste a good store."

"So, I want to sell mid-range, that is, all kinds of lithographic books, to gain a foothold first."

Qi Ping was a little surprised. The filial son's thinking was quite clear, and he was no longer as naive as he was at the river banquet. It seemed that he had matured a lot after being deceived once.

However, he is still not optimistic about this idea. It has no characteristics. How to win?

But seeing Fan Er's excitement, he didn't attack him.

He dictates other people's business and is annoying.

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In the next two days, Qi Ping didn't go to the academy again. After all, it took several hours to go there, and it was so uncomfortable not to be able to get in.

Fan Er was busy starting a business, and he was nowhere to be seen all day long.

Qi Shu tidied up her housework, learned to cook, knitted and became a knitting girl, all she wanted to do was make some money.

Qi Ping started to practice, just wandering around, getting familiar with the customs of Kyoto, and finally gradually adapted to it.

Early on the fourth day, he went to the inner city again to check on Fusi Yamen.

Finally got good news.

The badges and uniforms are ready.

Inside the yamen, in a rest room, Qi Ping stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking at himself.

In the mirror, he is wearing a brocade robe and a goose hat, which fits perfectly against his body. His black hair is tied behind his head, and with a face with regular features, he looks like a male protagonist in a costume drama.

Well, it's a pity that I am not a traffic niche, and I don't have great beauty.

"A man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. One can tell by one's appearance... The ancients are honest and can't be bullied..." Qi Ping raised his chest and raised his head, extremely satisfied.

In addition, there is a brass and jade waist plate with his official position and name engraved on it.

And an embroidered winter knife.

"This waist badge is a magic weapon, made by the Taoist Academy. When you enter the true essence, you can call your colleagues within a certain range around you. If a superior leader is present, you can also borrow the waist badge to bless you with some simple spells."

Pei Shaoqing, who has red lips and white teeth, explained carefully:

"The Embroidered Winter Sword is forged in a weapons workshop and is extremely suitable for moving true energy. You will know later when you experience it."

Qi Ping nodded and asked: "Then I'm at work? What should I do?"

Pei Shaoqing smiled and said: "Newcomers will not have any tasks when they first come in. The main thing is to read more and learn more. Well, but that's not necessarily true for you. Those who can do more work."
To be continued...