Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

"Then, can Master Zhao guarantee it?" Li Xin looked at Zhao Shen coldly, "Can you guarantee that no soldier of the Tang Dynasty will die from this steelmaking technique or this new weapon?"

Zhao Shen didn't know why the boy in front of him, who was less than half his own age, exuded such a frightening aura, oppressing him so much that he couldn't breathe, and his throat seemed to be choked by something unknown. Unable to speak normally.

The two were silent for a while. The air is also a little stagnant.

Li Xin stared at the speechless Zhao Shen for a while, and finally showed a contemptuous sneer: "Actually, it's useless even if you dare to guarantee it. Tell me, if I submit this manuscript to His Majesty, will His Majesty punish you for collaborating with the enemy, treason or treason? Can you afford to pay for your life?"

Zhao Shen was dripping with cold sweat, and his face turned pale.

"Then what is Mr. Zhao going to do with this book? Do you still want to publish it?" Li Xin's eyes fell on the manuscript.

Zhao Shen didn't answer, but his eyes had already started to dodge, as if he didn't dare to meet Li Xin's eyes.

"How about, junior, let me help Mr. Zhao deal with it?" Li Xin slowly put away his aggressive posture, like a cat with an arched back slowly relaxing and licking its paws. He even smiled: "don't worry, there won't be any trouble."

Zhao Shen coughed twice, forced himself to be calm and said, "Alright then. I will trouble His Royal Highness the King of Chu."

"You're welcome. Helping others is the foundation of happiness." Li Xin smiled magnanimously, took the manuscript back in his hand, and said, "Then this junior will not delay your business, so I will take my leave first."

Zhao Shen nodded, and said, "Okay. I will thank the lord some other time."

Li Xin smiled and waved his hands, turned and walked out the door.

Zhao Shen watched the thin figure in brocade clothes gradually go away, his mood gradually calmed down, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

After leaving the yamen of the Ministry of Industry, Li Xin didn't go anywhere else, but went straight back to Xinhua Bookshop, and threw the manuscript into the burning incense burner without saying a word. At first he thought it was a cool move. As a result, thick smoke rose up in a short while, making it impossible for people to stay in the house.

He had to put down his face and ran out of the house in embarrassment. In the end, two guys went in and carried the incense burner out and put it in the yard. They didn't put it back in the reception room until all the paper in the burner was burned.

Zhou Fu saw all these things in his eyes, as if he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, his shoulders trembled.

Li Xin rolled his eyes and said, "Laugh if you want to, be careful not to hold back."

Zhou Fu quickly waved his hand and said, "The villain dare not, the villain dare not."

"It's okay." Li Xin smiled and said, "I'm not that stingy."

It was only then that Zhou Fu was convinced that what his prince said was not ironic, he was slightly relieved.

"Let me tell you something." Li said.

Zhou Fu quickly pulled himself together, cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, just give orders."

"In the future, our Xinhua Bookstore will not publish for others at will, even at our own expense." Li Xin said slowly, "Only after passing our internal review can we publish. At the same time, as long as we pass our internal review, we will not only give Publish, and also reduce royalties, and even give money and medals to the other party in turn.”

Zhou Fu kept these words in his heart while listening, and he didn't know what his prince meant.