On the day of the weekend …
Chang 'an City was almost three times livelier than usual. The streets and alleys were filled with people, but there were also quite a few people gathered at the entrance of the street, constantly looking forward to something.
"Why hasn't the Mo Journal arrived yet!" Li Laoshi kept looking at the entrance of the street.
"That's right! This elder has already flipped through the Mo Journal several dozen times, waiting to see Liang Zhu. " The butcher in the butcher's shop looked at the Mo Journal in his hand and sighed. Who would have thought that a burly man like Liang Zhu would actually like this sort of love article?
"I still don't know if that bookworm Liang Shan Bo will be able to see through Zhu Yingtai's identity. After all, once Zhu Yingtai leaves, it will be very difficult for him to come back."
The bystanders shook their heads and sighed. In this era, a woman dressing up as a man to study was already a shocking matter. After returning home, wanting to study again was practically impossible.
"Eh! It's here! "The azure-robed elder suddenly saw the figure of a paperboy and exclaimed in surprise.
"Paperboy, give me a copy of the Mo Journal!" the azure-robed elder shouted.
The paperboy shook his head and said, "Elder, please forgive me. This is a Confucian journal, not a Mo Journal."
"A Confucian journal!" For some reason, the crowd felt a great sense of disappointment.
"Isn't a Confucian journal also published every half a month?" the azure-robed elder asked in confusion. According to his calculations, the Confucian journal should not have been published yet.
The paperboy courteously said, "Elder does not know, but the Confucian journal has also undergone a revision. In the future, the Confucian journal will also be published every ten days."
The crowd immediately understood. The Confucian journal and the Mo Journal had clashed this time, so the revision had been brought forward.
"I subscribed to the Confucian journal, so I should have one!" Li Laoshi extended his hand and said.
The paperboy nodded and handed over a copy of the Confucian journal.
"Give me one too!" the azure-robed elder said as he took out a copper coin.
"Give us one too!" The people on the side began to take out their money. The Mo Journal had not yet arrived, so it was good to read a Confucian journal to pass the time.
After all, the quality of the Confucian journal was not bad, so many people began to pay for it.
Soon, the Confucian journal sold quite a few copies.
At the same time, all the Confucian scholars in Chang 'an City began to read the Confucian journals.
This issue of the Confucian journal also contained many popular articles by great scholars. If they were knowledgeable, they would be thought-provoking. However, everyone always felt that these articles, which they usually regarded as treasures, were now tasteless and uninteresting. Their minds were filled with thoughts of the Mohist Master, Liang Zhu, who had no literary talent to speak of.
It wasn't just one person who was like this. Almost everyone was like this. The crowd quickly skimmed through the essays of the great scholars one by one. Suddenly, they reached the last page, and their interest was piqued.
"Nishan Academy refutes the rumors!"
Everyone couldn't help but be stunned. Wasn't the Nishan Academy where Liang Zhu studied?
Everyone who saw the Confucian journal couldn't help but stare blankly for a moment. They immediately cheered up and started reading.
"What? Master Ma of the Nishan Academy denies that Liang Zhu is from the Nishan Academy, and wants Mo Jiazi to issue an apology?" Everyone looked at each other.
After thinking for a moment, everyone suddenly understood that Master Ma was protecting the reputation of the Nishan Academy.
"Has this person become stupid from studying? If such a thing happened in his own academy, wouldn't it become famous? How could he deny it?" Many people shook their heads and sighed.
However, no one expected that Chief Editor Ma would not only deny that Liang Zhu was from the Nishan Academy, but he would also do something even worse, and that was to spoil the story.
"What! Zhu Yingtai was betrothed to someone else! "
"Liang Shanbo died of illness, Zhu Yingtai committed suicide for love!"
Many people were in an uproar when they saw the Confucian journal. Although Liang Zhu's story wasn't widely circulated, not many people in Chang 'an City knew about it. Most of the people didn't know about Liang Zhu's plot and were immersed in Liang Zhu's beautiful and pure love. This was the reason why so many people were looking forward to Liang Zhu's story.
However, when Chief Editor Ma spoiled Liang Zhu's ending in advance, there was an uproar.
"Master Ma is really despicable! He actually spoiled the story in advance. What's the point of this! "
"Mo Jiazi is a novelist. He definitely won't write according to a real person's story."
Everyone was talking about it. No matter how Mo Jiazi wrote the ending, they all hated Chief Editor Ma's spoiling.
"If Mo Jiazi dares to write this, I won't forgive him," Butcher Shang said hatefully as he chopped the dog butcher knife in his hand on the chopping board.
"In my opinion, there will definitely be a twist and turn. Maybe there will be someone who will uphold justice, and the two of them will have a perfect reunion."
Everyone had different opinions. In this era, Tang Dynasty's legend had just sprouted, and most of the stories he wrote ended with a happy reunion. No one dared to provoke the readers and do such a dirty thing.
Confucian Journal Station
Wei Sian looked at the Confucian journal in his hand excitedly and praised Chief Editor Ma, who was beside him, "Chief Editor Ma, this plan is really brilliant."
Chief Editor Ma suddenly said with a complacent face, "Boss, you flatter me. Now that the people know the ending of Liang Zhu, the sales of Mo Magazine will definitely drop."
He naturally wouldn't do something that would harm others without benefiting himself. Spoiling the ending of Liang Zhu was to hit the sales of Mo Magazine.
Wei Sian nodded with satisfaction. As long as he could suppress the momentum of Mo Jiazi and Liang Zhu, the Confucian journal would definitely be able to suppress Mo Magazine again with its position in the hearts of the students.
"Master Li, what should we do?" Mochi asked Master Li anxiously while holding the Confucian journal in the Mo Magazine's base. As a competitor, it wasn't just the Confucian journal that was watching the Mo Magazine. Mochi was also paying attention to the Confucian journal.
Master Li frowned and looked at the Confucian journal where Master Ma denied that Liang Zhu had happened at the Nishan Academy. He sneered and said, "Master Ma, you've been smart all your life. I'm afraid you're too smart this time."
He was the only person who had seen the complete version of Liang Zhu. Naturally, he knew how wonderful Liang Zhu was. For an academy, it was not an exaggeration to say that it would immediately become famous. However, Master Ma had denied it.
"Even without Nishan Academy, there are still Hongluo Academy and Songshan Academy. One day, you will regret it for the rest of your life." Master Li shook his head and sneered.
"The Confucian journal has already spoiled Liang Zhu. What will happen to him?" Mochi asked anxiously.
Master Li shook his head and said, "Liang Zhu's plot is not a secret. Many people know about it. Moreover, Meton's Liang Zhu is not just a few dry lines in a history book. Even Old Man was fascinated by Liang Zhu's plot, let alone others. "
Mochi was a little relieved.
Master Li waved his hand and said, "Distribute the Mo Magazine immediately."
Mochi nodded and left.
Master Li looked at the carts of Mo Magazine being transported to Chang 'an City and sneered, "Master Ma, Old Man was a little apologetic. Since you were not kind, don't blame us for being unjust. Now we are even."
Master Li was holding a Mo Magazine in his hand. On it, Ma Wencai's name was written.
"The Mo Magazine is here!"
When a group of paperboys appeared in the streets and alleys of Chang 'an City, everyone became excited.
"Zhu Yingtai is leaving home. I wonder if Liang Shanbo can see through Zhu Yingtai's female identity this time."
"I think it will be difficult! Liang Shanbo is a standard bookworm. "
Everyone picked up the Mo Magazine and flipped to the last page of Liang Zhu. They did not even bother to look at the headline.
"Eighteen Farewell!"
When everyone saw the title, they knew that the two were bidding farewell. They could not wait to read on.
"The male goose flies in front, and the female goose calls her brother from behind."
"You and I are good. The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl cross the Magpie Bridge."
"Look at the two figures at the bottom of the well, a man and a woman smiling."
…
Along the way, Zhu Yingtai kept hinting that he was a woman. Unfortunately, Liang Shanbo was as stupid as a cow. He did not understand at all. Until the two parted, Liang Shanbo still did not see through Zhu Yingtai's female identity.
"This Liang Shanbo is really a blockhead. Zhu Yingtai almost said it directly, but he did not understand." Everyone was scratching their ears and cheeks anxiously. They could not wait to pinch Liang Shanbo's ear and tell him.
"You little brat, if you study like Liang Shanbo in the future, be careful of your butt." In a family, a father was holding the Mo Magazine in his hand. He was angry when he saw it and said to his son who was practicing calligraphy.
His son suddenly felt wronged and thought, "Who is Liang Shanbo?"
"A bookworm!" Chang 'an City sighed. They all felt sorry for Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.
It had to be said that the Eighteen Farewell was one of the most exciting parts of Liang Zhu's story. People could not help but be attracted to it. It also portrayed Liang Zhu and Liang Shanbo vividly.
"If you ask me, why didn't Zhu Yingtai say it?" The butcher of Shang Clan sighed.
"Say it clearly? How could he say it clearly? For a woman to be able to do this is already commendable." The old man in green shook his head.
The reason why Liang Zhu's story was passed down for generations was because the two's love was extremely pure and they followed etiquette.
"If you ask me, the two of them will definitely regret it for the rest of their lives." Li Laoshi lamented.
Coupled with the spoilers in the Confucian magazine, the future of Liang Zhu and Liang Shanbo was immediately shrouded in a shadow.
Sure enough, when Zhu Yingtai returned home, he found out that the reason the Zhu family called him back was because they had already arranged a marriage for Zhu Yingtai. A marriage of equal status.
"That's easy! The parents' order and the matchmaker's words are both willing. As long as Zhu Yingtai is not willing, then the marriage will not happen. "The butcher of Shang Clan said disapprovingly.
The old man in green said with a serious expression, "Liang Zhu was in the Western Jin Dynasty, not now. At that time, only the parents' order and the matchmaker's words could allow a marriage. Furthermore, the parents of the Zhu family have already accepted the betrothal gift from the Ma family. According to the previous rules, the marriage is already set.
Furthermore, the Ma family is not an ordinary family. They are the son of the governor. It will be extremely difficult for them to break off the marriage.
Sure enough, as the story progressed, Liang Shanbo, under the guidance of his wife, went to Zhu Yingtai's house to ask for a marriage. Unfortunately, it was already too late. Although the two of them resisted in every way possible, under the feudal rules, all of their efforts were in vain.
After the meeting on the balcony, the two of them met as a man and woman. The two of them told each other about their love for each other, and then promised to live in different places and die together. Countless people were touched by this.
"Is the order of the parents really good?" Many people sighed in their hearts.
Although everyone knew that the Mo Family's son had written Liang Zhu's name for the person he loved, they couldn't help but sigh when they saw Liang Zhu and Liang Zhu's futile struggle against the inflexible marriage contract system.
Although everyone already knew that the ending was already decided, the more it was so, the more sad they felt.
When they saw Zhu Yingtai was forced to marry Ma Wencai and Liang Shanbo died of depression. The whole Chang 'an City was in an uproar.
"What! Liang Shanbo is really dead! "
"Zhu Yingtai is too pitiful!"
"Ma Wencai is really despicable. He knew that Zhu Yingtai's heart belonged to someone else, but he still forced Zhu Yingtai to marry him."
A classic was a classic. Even if there was a gap of a thousand years, the sensation caused by Liang Zhu in the Tang dynasty was not small. For a moment. The whole city mourned for Zhu Yingtai, cursed Ma Wencai, and sighed for Liang Shanbo.
Since ancient times, deep love was the cause of tragedy. Tragedy was the destruction of beautiful things for others to see. Liang Zhu's love could not be said to be not beautiful. They became sworn brothers on the grass bridge, schoolmates for three years, saw each other off at eighteen, and met on the balcony. Meton spent a lot of ink to show the beautiful love scene in front of everyone, but he destroyed it without mercy.
"Mo Jiazi!" Countless people gnashed their teeth and said hatefully. At this moment, Meton suddenly became the public enemy.
This was a novel. Everyone originally thought that Meton would break the rules and arrange a twist to make everyone happy. No one thought that Mo Jiazi would dare to risk universal condemnation and write Liang Shanbo to death.
But now that Liang Shanbo died of depression, how could everyone be happy? Didn't that mean that Liang Zhu was destined to never be together?
"Mo Jiazi, you actually dared to write Liang Shanbo to death. You really think I don't dare to cut you down?" The butcher angrily swung his blade and a bloody dog head fell down.
"No, Liang Zhu isn't finished yet!" Li Laoshi said in surprise.
At the end of the book, it was written, "What will happen in the future? Listen to the next chapter."
At that moment, no one had ever looked at those words so fondly. As long as the story was not over, nothing was over.
The butcher hurriedly picked up the dog head and sheathed his blade, "Mo Jiazi, you better write a god to save Liang Shanbo in the next chapter, or … hmph!"
Quite a few people put away the bricks, knives, and shovels in their hands. Even though that was the case, there were still quite a few diehard fans of Liang Shanbo loitering in front of the Mo clan, yelling for Meton to revive Liang Shanbo.
The Mo clan immediately reacted as if they were facing a great enemy. They hurriedly closed the door.
"Fortunately, the young master isn't home," Fu Bo said in relief.
Zi Yi's eyes were red as she complained, "The young master is really something. How could he write Liang Shanbo to death and make him cry?"
"No, we have to hurry and inform the young master. Otherwise, if the young master doesn't know and gets surrounded by these people, it'll be bad," one of Mo Jiazi's brothers cried out.
Fu Bo looked at the increasing number of people outside and smiled bitterly, "The young master probably already predicted this day and didn't come back. Plus, the young master is hiding in the firearms department. That's probably the safest place."
Very soon, the Chang 'an county government sent out a large number of bailiffs to disperse the crowd.
Very soon, the news of Liang Zhu's fans surrounding the Mo clan spread throughout Chang 'an City. It immediately became the biggest joke in Chang' an City.
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