Changchun Garden.
The emperor squinted at the young man standing with his head bowed in front of him, always feeling that the humility shown by this little guy was a bit insincere. But he couldn't find any faults, so the emperor was slightly upset. Perhaps it was because he sat cross-legged on the kang for too long, he felt his legs were a little numb, so he got up and stretched his body.
"One hundred and four people from the Ministry of War died, including experts of the seventh and eighth ranks. Do you know how many enemies can be killed if these people are used on the battlefield?"
He walked slowly back and forth a few times to restore the blood flow to his legs.
"No matter what the cause of this case is, I can't pretend to ignore it. Even if you are a disciple of Prince Zhong, although I miss him, even if he violated the laws of the country, I still won't think of favoritism. The Sui Dynasty is my Da Sui, the rules are set by me, so I can't break the rules."
"Die crime and make meritorious deeds."
Fang Jie suddenly whispered four words.
The emperor was stunned, then snorted and said, "You are very arrogant. Let me tell you, why do you make meritorious deeds, what ability do you have to make meritorious deeds, and where do you go to make deeds?"
Fang Jie took out something from his bosom and offered it with both hands: "This thing was originally prepared by the guilty minister for taking the liberal arts exam in the Yanwu Academy, and now I will present it to His Majesty first. The students of the Sui Dynasty, especially the students who have just entered the county school, are helpful."
Su Buwei hurriedly stepped forward to take what was in Fang Jie's hand, bowed and presented it to the emperor with both hands.
Emperor Yang Yi took it over and opened it to glance casually, then his eyes lit up.
He walked back to the kang, took off his boots, sat back, and read carefully. What Fang Jie handed over was a booklet, apparently bound by himself with thread. It's not thick, it looks like it's only four or five pages. But the emperor read it very seriously, although it is undeniable that he didn't understand most of it.
"What's this?"
The emperor raised his head and asked Fang Jie: "I can guess the purpose, but perhaps only you understand the meaning of these symbols you drew."
"Criminals call this thing Pinyin."
Fang Jie said: "It is to mark the pronunciation of each character. According to this, the schoolchildren of the township and county schools do not need to memorize the characters when reading and learning. As long as each word is marked on the book when it is printed Pinyin, as long as the schoolchildren memorize the pronunciation of these pinyin, they can know how to pronounce the words even without the guidance of the teacher."
When he said these words, Fang Xie felt a little bloody.
Back then when he was in Fan Gu, he racked his brains to figure out how he could pass the exam at the Yanwu Academy. After thinking for a long time, he decided that two things were still new in the Sui Dynasty. One of them is Hanyu Pinyin. The students in the Sui Dynasty were taught word by word by gentlemen from rural schools, county schools, or private schools. The efficiency was too low. What made Fang Jie most gratified was that the Da Sui of this world also used Chinese characters, which was equivalent to giving soil for the development of Pinyin.
"good."
The emperor couldn't help but praise, waved his hands and said, "Come here and tell me how to use these symbols. If it can be implemented, it will be a great thing for the benefit of the people."
Fang Jie glanced at the eunuch, his eyes meant to ask. Su Buwei nodded with a smile, and then Fang Jie went to stand beside the emperor, pointing to the things he wrote and explaining them one by one. The emperor nodded slightly while listening, and wrote a word from time to time to ask Fang Jie how to annotate it.
It has to be said that the emperor is an admirably smart person.
In just ten minutes, the emperor memorized the pronunciation and writing of almost all syllables.
"When I go to court, I will let a few grand scholars see if this method can work. If it is possible, this is not a small contribution."
The emperor stretched his waist again, and there was no stingy appreciation in his tone, and the unhappiness caused by Fang Jie's seemingly insincere humility before disappeared without a trace. He stretched his body a lot, and Fang Jie could even faintly hear the soft clicking of his cervical spine joints.
"Your Majesty, sitting for a long time is harmful to your body, you should be more active."
He took a few steps back and bowed his head, and said: "When Fan Gu was idle, he also thought of a few simple movements to relax the tendons and activate the blood. It's not considered martial arts, but it should be counted as medicine. Follow this routine every day Several times, in the long run, it will still be beneficial to the smooth flow of blood."
"You do it again, let me see."
The emperor leaned back, feeling his neck sore and tight. In the past, if he felt uncomfortable after sitting for a long time, he would ask people to call Cen Guiren for a massage. This Cen noble's family background is not very good, and although he looks handsome, he is not very outstanding among the beauties in the harem, it is because of this carefully learned massage technique that the emperor can think of her from time to time. You must know that among so many concubines in the harem, those who can remind His Majesty from time to time are so enviable. And how many people may not be favored by the emperor once from entering the palace to dying.
Fang Jie responded, and then seriously did the eighth set of radio gymnastics.
While doing it, Fang Jie smiled helplessly in his heart. When I came to this world, I didn't rely on professional knowledge to make money and make a fortune. Instead, I relied on the basic things I learned in elementary school to show off, which is a bit ridiculous when I think about it.
"Su Buwei, what do you think?"
asked the emperor.
Su Buwei looked at Fang Jie, and said in silence for a while: "This set of movements is very simple, but it can move the whole body. It does have the effect of promoting blood circulation, but the servant girl seems to be able to improve a small part of the movements. It will be better."
"interesting."
The emperor twitched at the corner of his mouth, pointed at Fang Jie and asked, "What other skills do you have? I know you can't practice, but you can make a picky person like Prince Zhong value it. It must be more than these things. If you can If you have displayed a skill that makes me feel good, I will delay the matter of the military department."
"Sinner..."
Fang Jie sighed inwardly, saying that none of the things prepared for the Martial Arts Academy seemed to be lost.
"The guilty minister still has some immature opinions in arithmetic."
"explain!"
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Fang Jie felt that he was a very low-level liar, and he used pinyin, a basic course that he had learned in kindergarten in his previous life, to deceive the great Sui Emperor. Immediately afterwards, he used another basic mathematics course for the first grade of elementary school to deceive the emperor for the second time. These two incidents filled Fang Jie, who is a time traveler, with helplessness and a little inferiority complex, but for the time being he felt no pride or complacency.
Helpless and inferior, he felt that he was really not a qualified time traveler.
No advanced degree, nor a professional in a certain subject. What Fan Gu relied on was some business philosophy accumulated in his previous life, but at least he used his IQ. But when he arrived in the imperial capital, he became even more unbearable, relying on the knowledge of kindergarten and elementary school.
Fortunately, both of these things work.
At least, the emperor didn't intend to kill him now.
The arithmetic subject 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. Tai Sui's arithmetic has reached a considerable level, but it is unavoidably cumbersome to calculate with uppercase numbers.
Therefore, the emperor was very interested in the other party's explanation.
So he planned to ask Fang Jie to stay in Changchun Garden for one more day, to squeeze out this young man whom his seventh brother favored. For a certain purpose, Luo Weiran, Hou Wenji, and Mr. Zhuo from the Ouchi guards teamed up to make up a lie, turning Fang Jie, a little guy who only had a relationship with the man in the blue shirt, into a green shirt man. Men's disciples.
Of course, only Fang Xie knew the situation at that time. They might also really think that the man in the green shirt, that is, the famous and legendary loyal prince Yang Qi really accepted Fang Xie as a closed disciple, and also the only disciple. It is still difficult for Fang Jie to understand the level of the loyal prince Yang Qi, and he doesn't know how amazing this person is. He just vaguely noticed that the emperor valued the loyal prince Yang Qi unmatched.
Fang Xie didn't know what Yang Qi did when he left Chang'an, but he was sure the emperor knew. And this matter, coupled with Yang Qi's withdrawal from the court before, the emperor has a deep guilt towards Yang Qi. And precisely because of this guilt, Fang Jie was extremely lucky to escape the catastrophe for the time being.
How much affection did the emperor hide for this younger brother
It can be seen that Yang Yin, Prince Yi, was not allowed to enter the court for ten years.
Even when the red sleeve was called back to Chang'an City, the emperor had to say a few words to instruct Prince Yi, and he said it in front of several important ministers, and his intention was not just to instruct Prince Yi? If it weren't for what the emperor said in the martial arts arena, how could there be so many dignitaries flocking to the opening of Hongxiu Zhao? Prince Zhong is no longer here, and eleven years is enough to make people indifferent to some things. Without Prince Zhong's red-sleeved move, why would so many big figures come to congratulate him
Those big shots flocked to Hongxiu Zhao after hearing His Majesty's words.
What the emperor said was to be spread through the mouths of his courtiers.
In fact, few people in the entire court could see clearly. Although the emperor did not take any obvious actions, the emperor has been inadvertently protecting all the people and things related to the loyal prince Yang Qi over the years.
So Fang Jie guessed many things in Changchun Garden, the room that temporarily belonged to him.
He was lucky. When he was in Fan Gu, he never thought that the Red Sleeve Club was the property of the loyal prince Yang Qi, and he never thought that the man in the green shirt was actually Yang Qi, let alone that after he arrived in the imperial capital, he would rely on Live by this legend.
Just this past can be said to be somewhat legendary.
But what Fang Jie didn't know and didn't expect was that the influence of the loyal Prince Yang Qi on him was far more than that...
Sitting on the bed, Fang Xie carefully thought about the things he had to prepare. Then I 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 finish writing. Looking at the thick stack of papers, Fang Jie really felt a sense of accomplishment.
Not long after finishing writing, a young eunuch knocked on the door outside and said, "Mr. Fang, Your Majesty has called you over."
Mr. Fang
Fang Jie murmured and repeated, then smiled. He took out a one hundred tael silver note from his cuff, and when he went out, he handed it to the little eunuch and said, "Thank you for the pen and paper before, and thank you for calling me Mr. Fang."
The little eunuch was startled, looked down at the bank note and couldn't help shaking his hands. After hesitating for a while whether to accept it or not, his eyes kept focusing on the handwriting of the one hundred taels. Finally, he looked around to see if there was no one around, and quickly stuffed the banknote into his cuff.
Fang Jie couldn't help feeling a little emotional in his heart, one hundred taels of silver could make a young eunuch feel grateful. Five hundred taels of silver can't even make that Su Buwei take another look, this is the difference in status.
He took what he had written in two hours, and walked into the imperial study room full of confidence. But at the moment he entered the door, he was a little stupid... In the room, there were six or seven old officials with gray hair, and the one sitting closest to the emperor even had a gray beard.
The grand masters in this room look really scary.
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Until it was time to light the lamps, Fang Jie was tirelessly answering the questions of those senior scholars. He had to hold a charcoal pencil and do calculations on the paper from time to time. He didn't drink a sip of water for such a long time, and he didn't sit down to rest for a while, which made him feel that his throat was almost on fire and his legs were sore, but fortunately he didn't show timidity. In fact, adding up this room, there are almost five hundred years old bachelors living in it.
"If this son can go to Taixue, I guarantee that in two or three years, Taixue will have one more academician, and he will be the youngest academician in the hundred years since the founding of the Sui Dynasty! There is no one before, and perhaps there will be no future!"
A wrinkled veteran bowed to the emperor and said, "Your Majesty, please allow Fang Xie to go to Taixue. The old minister has a lot of arithmetic matters, and I want to confirm the calculation with Fang Xie, and I hope His Majesty will fulfill it."
"Wenyuan Pavilion intends to revise Pinyin into a book and spread it to counties and towns...Your Majesty, Fang Jie should go to Wenyuan Pavilion first to work."
Niu Huilun, a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion, leaned over and said.
"Stop it."
The emperor waved his hand with a smile and said, "He is determined to be in the military, and he will take part in the assessment of the Academy of Martial Arts in a few days."
"ah?"
Song Zhuangzhen, a professor of Taixue University, said regretfully: "Talents have been ruined..."
Niu Huilun, a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion, sighed: "The pearl is covered with dust..."
"If Dean Zhou hears your words, be careful that he beats them with the soles of his shoes!"
Huai Qiugong, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, said with a smile.
The emperor smiled and said: "After all, he was born in the military, so it is reasonable to enter the martial arts academy. If he fails to enter the martial arts academy, it will not be too late for you to ask him to leave."
University scholar Song Zhuangzhen quickly took Fang Jie's hand and said, "Don't get admitted!"
"Hand in blank paper!"
University scholar Niu Huilun taught Fang Jie directly: "Except for martial arts, you must give blank papers in all other subjects!"
"How about you pretend to be sick?"
An old man tempted: "There are hundreds of volumes of rare books in the old man's house!"
The temptation of hundreds of volumes of books is really not that great, and the power is not as real as hundreds of taels of silver, so he declined them one by one. Looking at the earnest gazes of these university scholars, he could only sigh in his heart... What a group of upright old men...
"Mingxu, you just said that you have hundreds of volumes of rare books at home?"
The emperor was aroused by this sentence, pointed to the great scholar who spoke just now, and said, "Send it to me tomorrow, don't worry, I won't leave you alone, and I will pay you back after reading it."
Huai Qiugong, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, couldn't help laughing, seeing the wonderful expression on Mingxu's face, he laughed extraordinarily happily. return? When will the books borrowed by His Majesty the Emperor be returned? His Majesty borrowed books, but never returned.
"Wealth must not be revealed."
The emperor said with a smile, then opened a book on the desk, crossed out one of the names with a Chinese ink pen, turned a page forward, and wrote the name again.
Fang Jie took a peek and saw the words Chu Cailu written on the book.
He didn't know what this talent record was, and he didn't know what it meant to advance the name by a page.
Huai Qiugong, who was closest to the emperor, not only knew what Chucailu was, but also knew what the first page of the name represented, so he couldn't help but glance at Fang Jie, thoughtful.