Chapter 625: Show off

The reason is a nuclear bomb, because it will radiate.
In this world, I heard that most of the storytellers are people from the rivers and lakes. It is a lively picture. "A Dream of Red Mansions" is not too suitable to be promoted in the form of storytelling, so the first release is no longer Fengbolou, but directly serialized in daily newspapers.
As early as the "Water Margin" was released forty times later, there was a trailer at the end of the article, saying that the new work jointly written by Miyoshi Xue Sheng and Medical Fairy will be released soon, so stay tuned. As a result, Xue Mu was engaged in team competitions during this period, and those who know how to know the six major changes in the magic door secretly, this new work is estimated to have to wait.
Unexpectedly, the Lingzhou Daily started the countdown before waiting long.
Relying on Xue Mu’s first generation of literary celebrities, it is enough to sell regular daily newspaper circulation, plus medical fairy powder, plus the current six dao people's curiosity with the leader, plus the recent raging team competition. For foreign tourists, the circulation of this issue of Lingzhou Daily has quadrupled, and the sales outlets are spread all over Lingzhou, so you can buy it wherever you go.
Rao was so, it was sold out in one morning, and a large number of profiteers were directly transported to the capital by Zongdao profiteers, and then sold out in an instant.
It was a bit cold at first.
In the past, when Xue Mu's works came out, several people grabbed a copy and huddled together to watch. This time, many people scratched their heads, saying they couldn't understand... I watched it several times, but it was still cold. The story is clear, but I don't know what to say, and there is not much ignition. And the first time I started all kinds of poetry, most people were not interested in it.
Fortunately, there is a "Good Song" in these poems, which can arouse people's discussion. The immortal is the question of this world, the various conflicts between the question and the mundane, and the reality is always the same, allowing people in this world to think and remember.
And Zhen Shiyin's explanation also has a long aftertaste: "If you sing it in a mess, I will appear on the stage, but I will recognize the other country as my hometown. It is ridiculous. In the end, I will make wedding clothes for others."
People find it weird. They don't understand it very much, but they always feel that there are a lot of words stuck in their stomachs. They want to say but don't know how to say it, but they don't know how to understand it.
"This is Xue Mu telling himself? I heard he fell from the sky."
"Then who will he marry for?"
"I don't know..."
All kinds of discussions are not as hot as before, very tangled and careful, and very cold.
"Let’s look at the next time... Miyoshi Xue Sheng’s pens have always looked back and thought about it more aftertaste. Once thought to open their eyes for Buddhism, now more and more people are thinking about it with extreme dread. In the end, the dream is broken Liaoerwa."
"When I wait for the people of the rivers and lakes, I will also watch the excitement. Thanks for the aftertaste. But this is a good song, it is worth referring to..."
"Exactly, maybe this is Xue Mu's solution?"
It's all crooked, the relationship between the Dream of Red Mansions and this world is too different, so it can only be said to be Xue Mu's willful work.
But in the eyes of princes and relatives, bureaucratic families, and wealthy idlers, the views are different.
"This article is a bit interesting, the style is elegant and delicate, and it seems that every word has a meaning."
"This writing is said to be the pen of a medical fairy."
"I can't see too much at this time, wait until the new article tomorrow."
The daily newspaper serialization is not once a day, but twice, and the publication speed is very fast. After a few days, the reactions of the world were very different.
The people of the rivers and lakes became more and more disappointed, and almost didn't take the newspaper to wipe their ass: "What is written, I don't understand."
The more officials and nobles watched, the more interesting they became: "What a protective talisman, what a gourd case."
The boudoir girl is even more eager every day: "Is the new newspaper coming? I want to read Baoyu..."
Xue Mu originally thought that the waywardness may not be seen in the whole world, but the facts have proved that there are still audiences. There will be such a group of dudes and anointed beams, which can be seen and understood.
And if most people are still looking dumbfounded, then when the music is born, it is like a storm, and the entire Lingju and Gyeonggi are shaken three times.
It's like an excellent film and television, in which the theme song interlude can be more colorful, and the plot reflects each other, enticing and indulging. It can be said that without an excellent theme song, the drama may not be so popular. Today, people have forgotten what the story of Shanghai Beach is, but no one can forget the rushing waves.
The resonance and spread of music can be imagined.
Some people just listen to Menglan's pure music and can't afford to be intoxicated. Some people circulate Luo Qianxue's singing voice day and night without thinking about tea and rice.
The streets and alleys are full of the wind of Red Mansions, blowing all over the Central Plains.
The release of the album is faster than that of newspapers, and it radiates the world with Lingzhou as the center, and within ten days, the world is full of red houses.
Even the people who originally thought that the novel could not be read, looked back in the newspaper again, and watched the plot with the song. The more they read the story, the more they tasted, and they slowly fell into it. After discovering some foreshadowings, the author's The wonderful pen is more five-body throwing the ground.
"How can there be such a book in the world..."
"Before there were eyes but no pearls, but today I know the masterpiece."
"Qiwen, Divine Comedy, each other shines and shines forever, no one can compare it."
"Thick and high sky, I can sigh the inexhaustible love between the past and the present; the idiotic man complains about the girl, and the poor debt is difficult to pay. After reading this article, the current story is a waste of paper."
"Xue Mu's exquisite heart, Xiao Qingwu's delicate pen, Menglan's piano, and Qianxue's sound have played the lessons of this wind and moon. It should only be in the sky, and it shouldn't be a thing in the world."
Even the raging team competition has been affected. The most weird thing is that there is a player squatting in the wild area. He obviously planned to ambush the sneak attack, but waiting for it seems bored, he actually found a newspaper and read it with relish.
Li Xiaorui’s commentary goes like this: "Uh, let's see which time this player saw...oh, Jia Baoyu tried Yunyuqing for the first time, hehe..."
The audience laughed together, so some people took out the newspaper and started to read it themselves, and joined in the fun. The competition field turned into an alternative reading club.
Of course, the one who read during the game died miserably. Not only was he killed by the enemy, but no one knew how much soap he had to pick up after returning.
The folk atmosphere is like this, which can be imagined on other levels.
Royal palace.
Ji Wuyou sat in the imperial study room, reading the daily newspapers for several days in a row, slowly reading, the more he looked at it, the more he smiled: "The world is incompetent first. Shape. I used to wander around in the gardens, did someone say that to me?"
The beside him hurriedly said, "Naturally there is none."
"Hehe, yes, of course the King Yi and others think so..."
"That is their vulgarity, I don't know the ambition of your majesty to Qianlong."
Ji Wuyou didn't say this again, his eyes continued to fall on the newspaper, and he whispered to himself: "This sister I have seen before..."
The shut up and dared not talk.
"Each issue of Red Mansions will be handed to me at the fastest speed."
"Yes."
Ji Wuyou said nothing more, opened Luo Qianxue's album, leaning on the dragon chair and listening quietly.
"If you say there is no romance, you will meet him again in this life; if you say there is a romance, how will your mind fade away..."
"It's as if the birds are thrown into the forest, and the white land is so clean..."
"Xue Mu, is this what you want to tell me? Yan Zhi that is not talking about yourself!"