Chapter 91

Chang Chunyuan

The emperor squinted at the boy standing with his head down in front of him. He always felt that the humility shown by the little guy was a little insincere. But I couldn't find anything wrong, so the emperor was a little unhappy. Perhaps he sat cross legged on the Kang for too long. He felt that his legs were a little numb, so he got up and stretched himself.

"104 people died in the military headquarters, including seven and eight experts. Do you know how many enemies these people can kill if they are used in the battlefield?"

He walked back and forth slowly for a few circles to unblock the blood of his leg.

"No matter what the cause of this case is, I can't pretend to ignore it. Even if you are a disciple loyal to the prince, although I miss him, even if he violates the law of the country, I still won't think of favoritism. The great Sui Dynasty is my great Sui Dynasty, and the rules are made by me, so I can't break this rule."

"Guilty and meritorious"

Fang Xie suddenly whispered four words.

The emperor was stunned, then hummed and said, "you have a great tone. Tell me, why do you make a contribution to the crime, what ability do you have to make a contribution, and where do you make a contribution?"

Fang Xie took a thing out of his arms and presented it with both hands: "this thing was originally prepared by the criminal minister to take part in the liberal arts examination of the martial arts academy. Now it is presented to his majesty first. Although it is not very useful, it is of some help to the students of the Sui Dynasty, especially those who have just entered the countryside and county schools."

Su Buwei hurried forward to pick up the things in Fang Xie's hand, bowed and presented them to the emperor with both hands.

Emperor Yang Yi took it over, opened it and looked at it casually, then his eyes lit up.

He went back to the earth Kang, took off his boots, sat back and read carefully. Fang Xie handed over a book, which was obviously bound with thread. It's not thick. It looks like four or five pages. But the emperor looked very seriously, although it is undeniable that he did not understand most of them.

"What is this?"

The emperor raised his head and asked Fang Xie, "I can guess the purpose, but perhaps only you know what these symbols mean."

"Sin minister called this thing Pinyin."

Fang Xie said, "it is to mark the reading method for each word. According to this thing, the children of township and county schools don't have to memorize the words when reading. As long as pinyin is added to each word when the book is printed, the children can know how to read the words as long as they remember the reading method of Pinyin, even without the guidance of their husband."

When saying these words, Fang Xie felt some dog blood.

When he was in fan Gu, he racked his brains to think about what he could rely on to pass the examination in the martial arts academy. After thinking for a long time, he decided that the two things were still new in the big Sui Dynasty. One of them is the Chinese phonetic alphabet. The students in the Sui Dynasty read and read characters. They were taught word by word by gentlemen in township schools, county schools or private schools. The efficiency is too low. The most gratifying thing for Fang Xie is that the big Sui Dynasty in the world also uses Chinese characters, which is equivalent to giving the soil for the development of Pinyin.

"OK"

The emperor couldn't help but praise a word, waved and said, "come here and tell me how to use these symbols. If they can be carried out, it will be a great good thing for the benefit of the people."

Fang Xie glanced at the eunuch. His eyes meant asking. Su Buwei smiled and nodded. Fang Xie then stood beside the emperor and explained one by one what he had written. While listening, the emperor nodded slightly and wrote a word from time to time to ask Fang Jie how to pronounce.

It has to be said that the emperor was a man of great intelligence.

In just ten minutes, the emperor remembered the pronunciation and writing of almost all syllables.

"When I go to the court later, I'll let some great scholars see if this method can pass. If so, it's a great credit."

The emperor stretched his waist again, and there was no stingy appreciation in his tone. Before, the other party seemed to have some insincere humility, and the unhappiness also disappeared. He stretched his body greatly, and Fang Xie even vaguely heard the click of his cervical spine joints.

"Your Majesty, being sedentary is harmful to your health. You should take more exercise."

He stepped back and bowed his head and said, "when fan Gu had nothing to do, the sinner wanted to take a few simple actions to relax his muscles and activate blood. It's not martial arts, but should be included in medicine. Do this routine several times a day. In the long run, it will still be beneficial to the smooth blood flow."

"Do it again and let me see."

The emperor leaned back and felt his neck sour and tight. In the past, if he was uncomfortable after sitting for a long time, he would ask someone to call Cen Guiren for a massage. CEN's family background is not very good. Although Qingjun is not very brilliant among the beautiful harem beauties, the emperor can think of her from time to time by relying on the carefully learned massage technique. You know, among so many concubines in the harem, there are many who can remind your majesty from time to time, which makes people jealous. How many people, from entering the palace to dying, may not be favored by the emperor.

Fang Xie answered, and then seriously did a set of the eighth set of broadcast gymnastics.

While doing it, Fang Xie smiled helplessly in his heart. When I came to this world, I didn't make money and prosper by relying on professional knowledge. Instead, I filled my appearance by relying on the basic things I learned in primary school. It's ridiculous to think of it.

"Su Buwei, what do you think?"

Asked the emperor.

Su Buwei looked at Fang Xie, silent for a moment and said, "this set of - actions is very simple, but it can move the whole body. It does have the effect of promoting smooth blood flow, but the slave and maid looked at that a small half of the actions can be improved, and the effect will be better."

"It's a little interesting."

The emperor picked at the corner of his mouth, pointed to Fang Xie and asked, "what skills do you have? I know you can't practice, but you can make people as picky as the loyal Prince value more than these things. If you can show another skill and make me feel good, I'll slow down and start the war department again."

"Sin minister..."

Fang Xie sighed in his heart and said that the things prepared for the martial arts academy seemed to be lost.

"Sinners still have some immature opinions on the calculation department."

"Say!"

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Fang Xie felt that he was a very low-level liar. He cheated the great emperor of the Sui Dynasty with Pinyin, a basic course that he began to learn in kindergartens in previous lives. Then he cheated the emperor a second time with another basic course of mathematics in the first grade of primary school. These two things filled Fang Xie's heart with helplessness and a little inferiority, but there was no pride and pride for the time being.

Helpless and self abased, he felt that he was really not a qualified jumper.

No high education, nor is he a professional in a certain discipline. Fan Gu relies on some business ideas accumulated in his previous life, but at least he uses his IQ. But when I arrived in the imperial capital, I was even more unbearable, relying on the knowledge of kindergartens and primary schools.

Fortunately, these two things are very effective.

At least, the Emperor didn't intend to kill him now.

The arithmetic branch he mentioned to the emperor was nothing more than explaining the advantages of Arabic numerals in calculation, and then popularized primary school arithmetic to the emperor. The arithmetic of the great Sui Dynasty had a considerable level, but it was inevitably cumbersome to calculate with capital figures.

Therefore, the emperor was very interested in what the other party said.

So he planned to let Fang Xie stay in Changchun Garden for another day to squeeze the young man who was favored by his seven younger brothers. For some purpose, Luo Weiran, Hou Wenji and Mr. Zhuo of the internal guard office jointly made up a lie to turn Fang Xie, a little guy who only met the green man, into a disciple of the green man.

Of course, only Fang Jie knew the situation at that time. They may also really think that the man in green shirt, that is, the famous and legendary loyal Prince Yang Qi, really accepted Fang Xie as the closing disciple and the only disciple. Fang Xie is still hard to understand the level of loyal Prince Yang Qi, and he doesn't know how amazing this man is. He was only vaguely aware that the emperor attached great importance to loyal Prince Yang Qi.

Fang Xie didn't know what Yang Qi did when he left Chang'an, but he was sure that the emperor knew. Moreover, this matter, coupled with Yang Qi's withdrawal from the court before, the emperor had a deep guilt for Yang Qi. Because of this guilt, Fang Xie was extremely lucky to escape a disaster for the time being.

How many feelings did the emperor hide for his brother?

It can be seen from this that Prince Yang Yin was not allowed to enter the court for ten years.

Even when red tea was called back to Chang'an City, the emperor had to say something about Prince Yi, and said it in front of several important officials. The intention was not just to point Prince Yi? Without what the emperor said in the martial arts arena, how could there be so many dignitaries flocking to the opening of tea recruitment? The loyal Prince is gone. Eleven years is enough to make people indifferent to some things. Without the red tea move of loyal prince, why can so many big people come to congratulate?

Those big people came to the red tea move by smelling the breath released by your majesty.

What the emperor said was to spread out through the mouth of his ministers.

In fact, few people in the whole court could see clearly. Although the emperor did not make any obvious moves, over the years, the emperor has inadvertently maintained all the people and things related to loyal Prince Yang Qi.

Therefore, Fang Xie speculated a lot in changchunyuan, a room that temporarily belonged to him.

He was lucky. When he was in fan Gu, he never thought that the red tea move would be the industry of loyal Prince Yang Qi. He never thought that the green shirt man was Yang Qi, let alone relying on this legendary figure to live after he arrived in the imperial capital.

Just this past, it can be said that it is somewhat legendary.

What Fang Xie didn't know and didn't expect was that Prince Yang Qi's influence on him was far more than these

Sitting on the bed, Fang Xie thought carefully about what he had to prepare. Then he borrowed a pen and paper from the little eunuch outside and wrote down the most basic arithmetic knowledge in detail. It took two hours to almost finish it. Looking at a thick pile of paper, Fang Xie really has a sense of achievement.

Not long after writing, a little eunuch knocked on the door and said, "Mr. Fang, your majesty called you over."

Mr. Fang?

Fang Jie mumbled and repeated it, then smiled. He took a one hundred Liang silver note from his cuff, stuffed it into the little eunuch when he went out and said, "thank you for your paper and pen, and thank you for calling me Mr. Fang."

The little eunuch was stunned and looked down at the silver note. He couldn't help shaking his hand. He hesitated for a moment, but whether to accept it or not, his eyes kept staring at the hundred Liang handwriting. Finally, he looked around, no one, and quickly stuffed the silver ticket into his sleeve.

Fang Xie could not help feeling that one hundred liang of silver could make a little eunuch grateful. Five hundred taels of silver can't even make su Buwei look more. That's the difference in status.

He took what he had written in two hours and walked into the imperial study with confidence. But at the moment he entered the door, he was a little silly... In the room, there were six or seven old ministers with gray hair, the one closest to the emperor, and even his beard was white.

The Bachelor in this room looks really scary.

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Until the light was on, Fang Xie took the trouble to answer the questions of the college students. He had to calculate on paper with a charcoal pen from time to time. He didn't drink a mouthful of water for such a long time and didn't sit down for a while. He felt that he could almost burst out fire in his throat and his legs were sour, but fortunately he didn't show timidity. Basically, the house was fooled by a 500 year old bachelor.

"If this son can go to the Imperial College, I promise that in two or three years, there will be one more grand Bachelor in the Imperial College. He is still the youngest grand Bachelor in the hundred years since the founding of the Sui Dynasty! There has never been before, and perhaps there will be no future!"

A wrinkled old minister bowed to the emperor and said, "please allow Fang Xie to go to the Imperial College. The old minister has a lot of mathematical things to verify the calculation with Fang Xie and ask your majesty to complete it."

"Wenyuan Pavilion plans to repair Pinyin into a book and popularize it to counties and townships... Your majesty, Fang Xie should work in Wenyuan Pavilion first."

Niu huilun, a great scholar of wenyuange, leaned over and said.

"Stop."

The emperor smiled, waved his hand and said, "he aims at Military Martial Arts. He will participate in the examination of the martial arts academy in a few days."

"Ah?"

Song Zhuang Zhen, a professor of Imperial College, regretted: "wasted talents..."

Niu huilun, a great scholar of wenyuange, sighed: "the pearl is covered with dust..."

"If President Zhou hears these words, be careful that he beats them with the soles of his shoes!"

Huai Qiugong, the Minister of rites, said with a smile.

The emperor smiled and said, "after all, he was born in the military and it's reasonable to enter the martial arts academy. If he fails to enter the martial arts academy, it's not too late for you to leave him."

The great scholar Song Zhuang Town hurriedly took Fang Xie's hand and said, "don't be admitted!"

"Hand in the blank paper!"

Niu huilun, a bachelor, directly taught Fang Xie: "except for martial arts, you must hand in blank papers for all other subjects!"

"Why don't you pretend to be ill?"

An old man tempted, "there are hundreds of rare books in my home!"

Hundreds of volumes of books are not very attractive to each other. They are not as powerful as hundreds of liang of silver, so he declined one by one. Looking at these great scholars' eager eyes, he can only sigh in his heart... What a group of honest old adults

"Mingxu, you just said that there are hundreds of rare books in your family?"

The emperor was intrigued by this sentence, pointed to the scholar who had just spoken and said, "send it to me tomorrow. Don't worry, I won't ignore you. I'll pay you back after reading it."

Huai Qiugong, the Minister of rites, couldn't help laughing. Looking at the wonderful expression on Mingxu's face, he smiled very happily. Still? When did you return the book borrowed by your majesty? Your majesty never comes back when he borrows books.

"Wealth must not be revealed."

The emperor smiled and said, then opened a book on the book case, crossed out one of the names with a vermilion pen, turned a page forward and wrote the name again.

Fang Xie peeped at the book and saw the words "Chu Cai Lu" written on it.

He didn't know what this talent record was or what the name meant when it was put forward one page.

Huaiqiugong, who was closest to the emperor, not only knew what Chu Cailu was, but also what the name represented on the next page, so he couldn't help looking at Fang Jie and thinking.