Although Zhu Tingfang glared at Zhu Ying in anger, Miss Zhu was not scared. His glare was not at all useful. Not only did he ignore Zhu Tingfang's glare, Zhu Ying even ran to the emperor, complaining with some annoyance that the emperor should not have committed the excuse of using a headache and causing this to call the envoy of Chen of the Imperial Hospital, but he was glared by the emperor's long eyes.

"I'm still behaved when I get a cheap one. If I don't say you have a headache, would you say I have a headache or Zhang Shou have a headache? It's just for you that I can rush to call Chen Yuanzhang over!"

When Zhang Shou saw Zhu Ying, he was embarrassed, while Liu Feng quickly walked away. He knew that he didn't have to worry about anything anymore, so he was silently thinking about the suggestion that Mr. Wu agreed with.

He naturally couldn't help but worry about Deng Xiaodai's need to follow Wang Jie to go to such a muddy water, but he knew even more that Wang Jie was not there, Deng Xiaodai was in the Shuntian Prefecture. Even if he was taken care of by his uncle, he would never be favored by the new prefect. Maybe his colleagues would be secretly excluded. It would be better to go with Wang Jie to see if he could play his role.

As for the others in Jiuzhangtang, it can be said that most of them do business such as post offices. If three or five people are allocated to assist Wang Jie each time, it is considered to be a profession. However, these people's academic work will inevitably be disconnected. Since this is the case, not only does he need to ask them to bring textbooks, but he may also need to assign corresponding exercises.

In addition, should he send Qi Liangye to follow Wang Jie? Of course, even if he sends his first two students to Wang Jie as his right-hand man, if an official other than Wang Jie would definitely think that he was a private person.

Zhang Shou was distracted, and Zhu Ying, who was in a mess with the emperor, did not notice it, but Zhu Tingfang noticed it. But because of this, he really disgusted it. After all, he was a noble family and had seen the emperor a lot since he was a child. It was not surprising that he could be calm and composed in front of the emperor, but it was fine if Zhang Shou had just talked freely, but now he dared... distracted?

When Zhu Tingfang looked at Zhang Shou again and again, the emperor also noticed Zhang Shou's dazed. He thought about it and said with a smile: "Zhang Shou, Teacher Ge told me a few days ago about revising the calendar. What do you think?"

While thinking about his own thoughts, he paid attention to the movements on the other side, so as to prevent others from asking him, but he could only be stunned. This was a unique skill that Zhang Shou had learned when he was in school. At that time, he often did such a feat. He was obviously napping, but after the teacher asked a question and suddenly asked him to answer, he could answer it smoothly.

At this time, Zhang Shou woke up when the emperor called out his name directly. However, he could not answer the question this time. Not only could he not answer, he even had to smile bitterly: "Your Majesty, I have no research on the calendar. Shouldn't this kind of thing be handed over to the Imperial Heaven Supervisor? Is it difficult for me to argue with this kind of thing. Besides, has the teacher asked the Four Seas for the test?"

The emperor was slow and asked relentlessly: "What you mean is that I would better let you take a position in the Imperial Heavenly Prison so that you can re-revise the calendar with the people in the Imperial Heavenly Prison? If I don't give you this salary, you won't work for me?"

"I don't mean this." Seeing that the emperor was obviously unreasonable, Zhang Shou suddenly became one and two big shots. At that moment, he simply put his heart on his mind and said bluntly, "The difficulty of the calendar is as difficult as the sky. Moreover, any calendar requires a return point, such as the Shangyuan in the year of Shangyuan, which is difficult to calculate."

Speaking of this, he said with a more sincere attitude: "Although I am a little talented in mathematics, I am sorry that I do not include the calendar, because I have no research on astronomy."

"Oh?" the emperor's eyes flashed, and he suddenly asked with a smile, "It is not because of the previous ban on the imperial court's prohibition of officials from the Imperial Heaven Supervision and the ban on folk astronomy and astrology that you are unwilling to touch the calendar?"

"Of course not." Zhang Shou looked serious, "Didn't my teacher, Mr. Ge, have been in charge of the Imperial Heavenly Prison for a while? Didn't Qi Taichang also take charge of the Imperial Heavenly Prison for a while? Emperor Yingzong and the late Emperor Ruizong have broken this ban, and there are many people who are proficient in math and astronomy now, so there are no need for outsiders to point fingers."

Seeing that the emperor seemed to look at himself without much faith, he simply said lightly: "If you ask an outsider like me to compile the calendar, I can only use a way to save trouble, such as unifying the number of days per year, twelve months per year, one, three, five, seven or eighty waxes, these seven months per month, twenty-eight days per month, and the remaining months per month, thirty days per month, exactly three hundred and sixty-five days."

He just pretended that he hadn't seen Zhu Tingfang, whose eyebrows were almost twisted together, and said to himself: "Then, every four years is a leap year. If the leap year is leap year, the month of February will be added to twenty-nine days, and every one in a year is 366 days. Every hundred years, the year that cannot be divided by four hundred is not a leap year, and the month of February is still twenty-eight days, and the one that can be divided by four hundred years is a leap year."

Anyway, he said it all, so he naturally said: "As for how to calculate the year of the starting point, um, you can compare the new calendar with the current calendar, and it depends on the days of the twenty-four solar terms. This simple calendar has one solar term on the fourth and fifth days of the month, and about twenty-two and twenty-three per month, and another solar term, twelve months and two solar terms per month, which is exactly the complete twenty-four solar terms."

Speaking of this, Zhang Shou spread his hands and said, "Such a simple calendar is the limit of my ability of a layman in the calendar. If the emperor asked me to revise the currently used complex calendar with the officials of the Imperial Heaven Supervision, I would probably only do one thing... pretending to be sick, or pretending to be injured."

"Zhang Shou!" Zhu Tingfang finally couldn't listen at all and interrupted Zhang Shou's words with anger. "What an important thing is calendar? Farming, fishing, and hunting often rely on calendars to do so. How can you play like this!"

Who asked the emperor to ask me about the calendar? This time I went to calculate the calendar. Will I still have to calculate the solar eclipse next time? Will I also need to calculate the date of certain comets appearing next time? How can I have such experience? Besides, if this kind of prediction is too accurate, it may cause the court officials to be shocked or even beware of it. If the prediction is not accurate, it will become an excuse for others to attack me. Why do I dig a hole for myself?

While Zhang Shou was slandering, he said calmly on his face: "Your Majesty, I just said that I only have such a way to save trouble. Master Zhu said that I am a joke, so please be sure to find another skill."

The emperor stared at Zhang Shou with anger and amused look at him for a while, and was still calm when he saw the person. He suddenly turned his head and asked Zhu Ying, "Yingying, how do you think your Zhang Lang's calendar is nonsense?"

"The emperor said it was nonsense, so why did I ask me?" Zhu Ying snorted dissatisfied, then sneered, "I don't know what the calendar is based on. I only know that the Ming calendar is there anyway, and I tear a page every day, so I know which day is enough. I am too lazy to care about the rest. Ordinary people just look at the auspicious days for weddings and funerals."

But when she said this, she suddenly changed her mind: "But, A Shou is just talking casually. Not to mention the Imperial Heaven Supervision, the old stubborn people in the court will never accept this new simple calendar. So, please don't make things difficult for A Shou. He is not omnipotent, so where is he really good at everything that requires calculation?"

But she saw Zhang Shou quietly gesture to her. Otherwise, she would definitely help Zhang Shou and change the current calendar to what Zhang Shou said even if she died. But since Zhang Shou herself didn't want to trek into muddy waters, of course she would help others push off this troublesome chore.

If you go to the Imperial Heaven Prison to deal with those white-haired old men who watch the stars all day long, wouldn’t Zhang Shou have less free time?

The emperor was just waiting for the arrival of the Imperial Hospital Chen Hospital to suddenly think of the calendar, so he asked casually, who knew that Zhang Shou really made an idea seriously. Although he only found it incredible to hear it, he also felt that Zhang Shou did not say it casually, but had considered it carefully.

Although he would not really adopt it, compared with Zhang Shou's interesting ideas in the past, he decided to turn back and talk to Ge Yong, but joked: "Since you have repeatedly refused, then just pretend that the Imperial Heavenly Prison has no such fate, and I can just give you a less salary."

When Zhu Ying heard this, he immediately stopped: "Your Majesty, you said it as if it were true. A Shou had received three copies except for the special gifts of the Winter Solstice, but his salary was only given one and sixth rank. Where did he get three salary?"

Zhu Tingfang, who tried hard to remain silent, finally couldn't listen to his sister's nonsense. He immediately coughed and said, "Many officials in this dynasty hold his position, but generally unless the special order is the salary of the highest official position. Zhang Shou was already in the sixth rank at a young age. It was the emperor's special kindness. How can you criticize Yingying?"

The emperor was just a joke, and Zhu Ying made a little rebuttal, which was just a small episode for him to make fun of, but Zhu Tingfang blamed him so righteously and sternly, he felt bored.

Zhu Jing, the eldest son, is good at everything, but he is a bit too straightforward... Could it be that he has learned badly from former Minister of War Liu Zhiyuan?

However, when the envoy of the Imperial Hospital Chen arrived hurried over, the emperor discovered that he had underestimated the injuries on Zhu Tingfang.

Although he had escaped the examination of his grandmother and stepmother before, when Chen Yuan Envoy had arrived and the emperor was calm and insisting, even if Zhu Tingfang was reluctant, he could only unbutton his outer robe, then took off his inner clamp and close-fitting silk clothes, and then removed the large amount of white silk that almost wrapped the entire chest, abdomen and right flank.

When the crisscrossing, some healing, and some still could still see the bright red scars appearing, everyone took a breath, and Zhu Ying subconsciously wanted to rush forward, but was pulled by Zhang Shou.

"Brother, are you rushing alone among thousands of troops? How could you be so seriously injured!"

Seeing Zhu Ying shouting, she was so angry that she burst into tears. Zhang Shou glanced at the emperor with an equally ugly face, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The Chen army envoy of the Imperial Hospital stared at the scars in shock for a while, then quickly stepped forward and carefully checked. After a while, he made a judgment: "The deepest wound is a puncture wound on the right rib, which has not been healed. There are many slashing wounds. The wound on the chest and abdomen are the longest, and the other few are not very tight. But the remaining crisscrossing scars..."

Chen Yuanzhang hesitated for a moment before continuing: "The remaining injuries are more like being whipped. Moreover, the whip is done with hatred and is very heavy."

I'm afraid I'll be beaten dozens of times! But who would have made such a ruthless move against the eldest son of Duke Zhao, the future heir of Duke Zhao's mansion?

Could it be that Zhu Jing, Duke of Zhao? Not so, Zhu Tingfang's character and ethics can be said to be top among the children of Guijie in the capital, and his literary talent and martial arts are also outstanding. Zhu Jing was full and wanted to torment his son like this? Even if he violated military laws in the army, he would not have to use a whip! You must know that because whipping is more likely to cause casualties than military sticks, it was strictly forbidden to Taizu when he was a senior!

Hearing the word "fighting", Zhu Ying's face suddenly became murderous. She couldn't imagine how the elder brother's injury came from? There is no doubt that it was definitely the suffering that he suffered after being captured by the Northern Captain! Therefore, she had no intention of listening to the doctor's nonsense that Chen Yuanzhang said to the emperor carefully - it was nothing more than a matter of trouble. She carefully applied medicine to recuperate, and turned around and left angrily.

But as soon as she left the Qianqing Palace, she staggered forward a few steps, and sat down on the high steps without any ladylike manners. Then she buried her head between her knees, and her tears couldn't help but fall, but she stood still without making a sound.

At this moment, she forgot that the emperor invited the Chen Hospital envoy to the Imperial Hospital on the grounds that she had a headache. She hurried out and cried like this, undoubtedly turned the emperor's painstaking efforts into nothing.

She only knew that she hated her cruel father at this moment, hated those generals who refused to save her, and even more hated the vicious Beilu. When she thought that if her elder brother didn't follow her father to fight, she might not be in a desperate situation, she would feel even more uncomfortable.

But just as she was feeling self-pity, she suddenly felt something caressing the horns of her hair. She turned her head slightly with a blurred look, and she realized that it was Zhang Shou, and his fingers were wrapped around her swallowtail. However, she didn't realize the charm of the past at all. She bit her lip hard and then lowered her head and leaned between her knees again.

"Yingying, don't be mean. The emperor specially invited the envoy of the Imperial Hospital Chen for you. Wouldn't he be embarrassed when you leave?"

Zhang Shou simply reached out and pressed it on Zhu Ying's shoulder. Seeing her trembling slightly, but still without answering, he whispered: "You are angry with those who slander your father and your elder brother before. Of course, the emperor can understand this thought. There are some people in this world who don't go to the battlefield and don't do practical things. They just make a living by criticizing others all day long, but you can't be in trouble with yourself even if you are angry."

As he said, he glanced at the other people from the corner of his eyes. Seeing that the guards guarding the Qianqing Gate not far away were still erect, with their backs facing them still moving. The few palace servants in the yard were also sweeping carefully, as if no one was looking at them, as if he was ignoring his excuse, he reached out to pull Zhu Ying.

This time, Zhu Ying did not resist and was easily pulled up by Zhang Shou and then pulled into the Ganqing Palace. When she returned to Dongnuan Pavilion, her eyes were still a little red, especially when she saw Chen Yuanzhang busy wrapping her wounds for her elder brother again.
Chapter completed!