Literary figures always believe that writing is a matter for all ages.
Therefore, when they write articles, regardless of their purpose, there are traces to follow. However, for someone like Jiang Yan, who is illiterate, the books he arranges are entirely based on his preferences.
He uses whatever character looks pleasing to his eye. Books like this, let alone written by outsiders, perhaps even he himself couldn't arrange a second identical copy.
"You truly are a genius!"
Han Mo did not spare any praise for this genius's idea.
"You think it's feasible too?"
Being praised by Han Mo like this, Zhe You Rong actually felt a little embarrassed.
After all, when the two of them were together, Han Mo was basically the one who played the role of the strategist.
And Zhe You Rong was mostly the one cheering him on.
"Of course it's feasible. There are ready-made movable types in the yamen, I'll have someone get them right away!"
"Is one day enough time for this?"
"If it were other books, I'm afraid it definitely wouldn't be enough time. However, the one we need, I think a few hours will suffice!"
Han Mo spoke while smiling and winking at her.
Although this speed was a bit incredible, upon careful consideration, it seemed to be the case. After all, all they needed was those commonly used seven thousand Chinese characters.
As for what the content was, did it matter?
Find an illiterate person to typeset it, and arrange them in any random order.
No need for proofreading, no need for correction, casual typesetting, Buddhist printing.
After Han Mo finished speaking, he turned and went out to give instructions.
Everything was pretty much as he had imagined. In less than two hours, two identical books of just over thirty pages appeared before Han Mo.
"My lord, can this thing be used?"
Jiang Yan, who was responsible for printing, asked somewhat awkwardly.
"It's great, you can go down and rest now!"
Opening the book and checking those blood-pressure-raising, crude words, Han Mo nodded with satisfaction.
To describe this thing as nonsensical might even be an insult to dogs.
Not a single sentence was coherent from beginning to end. The occasional coherent sentences were absolutely genuine crude words. This item could only barely be considered a jumble of characters, not even qualifying as a book.
However, it was perfectly suitable for use as a code.
"Is this really useful?"
Even Jiang Yan hadn't expected that he would one day be able to compile a book, and that this book would receive the approval of Han Mo, the top scholar of the dynasty.
"Of course it's useful. Alright, you go ahead and attend to your business, I have other things to do!"
After sending Jiang Yan away, Han Mo took the two freshly printed books and returned to his bedroom to find Zhe You Rong.
"It's finished so quickly?"
Seeing the two books Han Mo presented like treasures, Zhe You Rong also forced a smile onto her face.
"Of course, didn't I say before? This thing would only take a few hours at most! Otherwise, why would I have asked Jiang Yan to go through all this trouble?"
Han Mo spoke while watching Zhe You Rong pack her small bag, and suddenly felt a pang of reluctance.
"Let me go instead. Your plans are far-reaching, and there can be no mishaps in this matter!"
Zhe You Rong refused without hesitation. The stakes of this matter were too high now.
It allowed for no negligence on their part. If word were to get out, truly dire consequences would follow.
"That's what you say, but you having to travel back and forth..."
Strictly speaking, the two were newlyweds. After having just reunited, they were about to part again. Although it was only for a few days, it still made Han Mo feel a sense of reluctance.
As he spoke, he took Zhe You Rong's hand and gently pulled her into his embrace.
"Don't worry, I'll bring a few skilled guards with me this time. We'll travel at full speed, and I'll be back in at most seven days!"
Although it was broad daylight, Zhe You Rong did not refuse this time. Instead, she compliantly nestled into Han Mo's arms, enjoying this rare moment of peace.
Young married couples who cling to each other, especially at times like summer, often find themselves in intimate situations.
Initially, the two were just whispering sweet nothings, but as they continued to talk, the bedroom was filled with amorous warmth...
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"Steward Wang, are you preparing to go out?"
Fortunately, Prince Yun arrived in time, and Wang Chao An narrowly escaped with his life.
Hastily returning to his residence, he quickly gathered the gold, silver, and other valuables he had saved over the years, and then quietly made his way to the back door, preparing to slip away.
"I didn't handle the task well, and my husband flew into a rage, telling me to go out immediately and fix it..."
Facing the inquiries of the house servants, Wang Chao An tried his best to remain calm, then casually fibbed.
"So that's how it is. You don't look too well. Should I find a doctor for you first to bandage the wound on your head?"
His head was bleeding profusely, and even the servants in the mansion couldn't bear to look. They quickly said in a low voice.
"No need, no need. I'll bandage it myself outside. My husband's task is more important. You all go about your business. Don't spread word about my affairs, do you understand?"
"Yes!"
The few servants responded with a "yes," and as they were about to open the door, they suddenly glimpsed the small bundle he was carrying on his shoulder.
At this moment, Wang Chao An's heart leaped into his throat. Although these were items he had accumulated over the years, if they were to search him at this moment, he really wouldn't be able to leave today.
"What? Do you also want to see what's in this bundle? You can look if you want, but after you look, before I return to the mansion, I'm afraid none of you will be able to see anyone else!"
Seeing that he couldn't fool them, Wang Chao An's eyes darted, and he immediately thought of a solution. Instead of dodging, he even took the initiative to hand over the bundle.
After hearing what he said, the faces of the servants clearly showed a struggle. The rules of the mansion were indeed very strict, but Wang Chao An was, after all, the steward in charge of external affairs.
Moreover, he had been handling matters for Wang Fu all over the country for many years, and this was not the first time. After exchanging glances, the few servants eventually took a step back.
"You jest, we'll open the door for you now!"
As he left the Prince's mansion, Wang Chao An even felt a sense of escaping from danger. However, he knew in his heart that this was only the first step.
The real test was still ahead...