In the newspaper office, everyone was so busy that they were not touching the ground. Fu Li sorted out all the contents of the next issue of the page. As long as it was confirmed, it would be sent to print. However, at the last moment, it received a notice that the page would be temporarily adjusted.

“The best cold drink competition in Kyoto?”

Wen Mianmian nodded with a smile, "Well, you have to give Cold Drink a beautiful story first, and then the competition is the event. The top three who win can get rewards of 100 taels, 60 taels and 40 taels respectively, and a newspaper will award a bronze medal engraved with the leader of the cold drink of the year."

After listening to it for a while, Fu Li understood what was going on. It was like a skill exchange, and the form was similar, but it was a little more complicated.

"Then let's discuss the specific charter."

Several people surrounded the city and supplemented the competition's constitution from time to time. At sunset, a complete cold drink constitution was taken out. "As for tasting, I would like to ask five people to announce it in the next issue. It's too late for this issue."

Fu Li took a deep breath and looked at the messy newspaper, "Prince, please add some more people?"

"If this cold drink competition is successful, we can hold more competitions in the future. We are really too busy."

At this time, Hua Jingyun had little use to help him. Wen Mianmian suggested leaving a piece in this issue of the newspaper to write a notice specifically for recruiting people.

"Just say that you should be young, be able to speak wisely, and be able to write down."

Hua Jingyun also nodded and added, "You have a better mind and don't be rigid."

Fu Li lowered his head and wrote it down, feeling a scorching gaze that kept looking at him, turned his head and met Xingyue's gaze. The gaze was too hot, and he couldn't pretend to feel nothing.

"Fifth Princess, are you in trouble?"

Xingyue rubbed her hands and walked forward happily, "I heard from Mianmian that you wrote the "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio in the newspaper today? Can you tell me how the scholar is? Have you been punished?"

Hearing this, Fu Li breathed a sigh of relief and took out the sample version and gave it to Xingyue, "This is what you will be posted in the next issue, and the princess can take a sneak peek."

Xingyue's eyes shone brightly, and she didn't sit down when she took it. She just stood up and looked at it. After a while, she was angry and dissatisfied, "What, why didn't the sky accept him? And she even made him famous?"

I thought I felt relieved after seeing it, but I became even more angry.

Fu Li spoke embarrassedly, "The so-called truth of heaven is unhappy to repay you. Why not wait for the next issue?"

Xingyue pouted and walked towards Wen Mianmian, speaking pitifully, "It's so uncomfortable to wait ten days."

Wen Mianmian smiled with her eyebrows and eyes, thinking that this girl was really cute, and said to Fuli: "Second cousin, hurry up and take out your notebook to satisfy her, otherwise who will be the one who will lose weight or get sick?"

Xingyue nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and stretched out his hand to Fu Li, "Take it out quickly."

Fu Li had no choice but to take out the script from the drawer, "Princess, look."

Xingyue was satisfied, turned her head and saw that it was getting late, and said, "I'll take it away first, and I'll return it to you after I finish watching it."

Fu Li twitched slightly, and thought that when he arrived at the palace gate, he would lock it, "Princess, please."

It doesn't matter if he doesn't return it, he can still write.

After watching several people leave the newspaper, I sighed quietly, and couldn't go back to sleep tonight and have a stable sleep.

The people around him patted his shoulder, "We will be even busier when we send it out next issue. We will endure it tonight and try to send it to the morning to print tomorrow morning, and it will be fine when everything goes well."

The newspapers are so popular that they are caught off guard and everyone is adapting.

"Mianmian, you are going to hand me out of the palace and have a post."

Before leaving, Xingyue reluctantly told her, "The post you handed out is so useful, I will definitely be able to come out."

Wen Mianmian nodded with a smile, and watched Wen Changling send Xing Yue away before turning onto the carriage.

At the gate of the General's Mansion, Mrs. Wen was waiting anxiously. When she saw the carriage in the royal palace appear, she felt relieved.

Because of the newspaper incident, Mianmian has been running to the next door recently, and today the two of them went out together, so why didn’t she worry?

"Mianmian, it's less than a month since the eighth day of the eighth month, why are you still going out?"

As soon as Wen Mianmian entered the door, Mrs. Wen muttered, "If you see this, you will gossip, it will be unreasonable."

"I'll not go out tomorrow."

Wen Mianmian hugged her arm pitifully, "I understand."

She just needs to be locked up at home for a month, and it feels so uncomfortable to think about it.

What made her even more uncomfortable was that the old man who practiced calligraphy with her every day was busy, and early the next morning, Fu Li sent someone to the newspaper office to paint.

The old lady shook her head helplessly as she looked at her listless look and reminded her: "It has been two days since she practiced writing. Your grandfather will come back later. Before leaving, she will send you all the things you want to write today. Go and write it quickly. He will check it when he comes back."

Madam Hua held a book with both hands, "Girl, the old man asked you to copy this book today, and just copy the first five pages today."

The difficulty is getting bigger and bigger now. Looking at the dense words on it, Wen Mianmian took a deep breath and pouted at the old lady pitifully, "Grandmother, grandfather is getting stricter, you don't care. I will definitely hurt after I finish writing so many words."

The old lady couldn't help laughing, "This is where I went. My granddaughter is so capable that she can come to read a book for me after copying the book."

Wen Mianmian became even more pitiful. She sighed and went out to the next study room. As soon as she sat down, the pity on her face disappeared. She sighed that she was becoming more and more handsome now, and the relationship between the old couple has made great progress.

She must be the first to be the leader.

As the wedding date approaches, people from the Ministry of Rites go to and from the royal palace and the general's mansion more frequently. The family went out to Fu family to spend a meal, and Mrs. Wen didn't have a day to spare.

The people of Kyoto City felt that they had never been as lively as they did in the past half month. They wanted to talk a lot, and only two issues of newspapers were published. They actually knew the actions of the court and had a better understanding of those decrees.

The female family members in the back house were also waiting for the third issue of the newspaper to come out. They were not very interested in the major affairs of the court, and wanted to know whether the scholars in the story were punished as they deserved.

As the city was looking forward to it, the third issue of newspapers appeared as scheduled and they were sold out as soon as they came out. In addition to everyone's concerns about the government affairs, the newspaper office will work with Yaqu Restaurant and Juxian Teahouse to hold a best cold drink competition together. Everyone knows that the shopkeeper of the teahouse restaurant who saw the newspaper immediately lit up his eyes. The hottest time of the year has arrived. What can touch people's hearts more than cold drinks?
Chapter completed!