Zhu Di's face was not very good, but he was not angry, but had some physical problems.

After the imperial doctor diagnosed, he said carefully: "Your Majesty, the north is dry, you have to take a few more medicines and condition them."

Zhu Di glanced at Concubine Wang, who was full of worry, and said, "What medicine should I take? It will be fine in a few days!"

The imperial doctor looked at Concubine Wang in embarrassment. At present, this is the only one who can persuade Zhu Di in the palace.

"Your Majesty, why don't you get medicinal food? After all, the climate here is not as good as the south. Be careful in autumn and winter!"

Concubine Wang looked at Zhu Di's face that was a little shedded and couldn't help but sigh.

Zhu Di waved his hand and said, "That's it."

After the imperial doctor left, Concubine Wang said softly: "Your Majesty, the grandson is alone in the south, can you call it back?"

After Zhu Di felt a sense of urgency, Zhu Zhanji's status suddenly rose and was sent out for training.

"He's already on the way."

Zhu Di put down the brush, felt the depression in his chest dissipated a little, so he got up and walked.

"Zhanji was young, but fortunately, he never learned the kind of corrupt scholar. He was quite decisive in killing and Fang Dehua made contributions."

When Zhu Zhanji started to write "Miscellaneous Studies" with Fang Xing, Zhu Di watched coldly, thinking that it was just a pastime.

The crown prince is having fun while studying, so naturally no one dares to hum.

After Professor Fang Xing's content was gradually disclosed, Zhu Di hesitated.

Mathematics, physics, chemistry, geography...

Zhu Di even wanted to exile Fang Xing's family to Nuergandusi to prevent Zhu Zhanji from being attacked by literary people. But when Fang Xing's remarks were reported to him secretly, he thought about it over and over again and put aside this idea.

Then there was a fight. After the literati discovered that the crown prince had been "deformed" by Fang Xing, he immediately turned to Fang Xing, and all kinds of open and secret arrows were launched together.

"That guy is bold and knows how to advance and retreat."

When Concubine Wang heard this, she covered her mouth and smiled: "Even I know in the palace that there is a Xinghe Bo in the Kingdom, and her enemies are everywhere, but she has won the trust of His Majesty."

Zhu Di's eyes were faint: "He wants to be an isolated minister. If he wants to start and end well, what's the point of fulfilling him? In future history books, I hope to see Zhan Ji get along with his monarch and ministers and prosper the Ming Dynasty."

Concubine Wang said in confusion: "The Grandmother Concubine has received his help, but she can live better in that mansion."

Zhu Di was not interested in these things, and he frowned and said, "What can children get along with each other? If you look at Fang Xing, Zhan Ji will not favor that woman alone. As for the future, even if Hu goes, it will not be her turn to be the grandson concubine!"

Concubine Wang sighed quietly: "It's all poor people. Your Majesty, the deep palace is lonely. Hu is a kind person by nature, and will not get angry. He is soft and has a weak heart. It's so difficult!"

...

Hu Shanxiang felt that he was doing well, especially after arriving in Peking, she was the one who did not have Zhu Zhanji's grandson's mansion, and the bellies and swallows were silent.

Looking at the gray sky, Hu Shanxiang put down his needle and ordered: "Can those gifts be delivered to Xinghe Bo's family?"

The palace maid bowed and said, "The Grandmother Concubine has been delivered. The return gift from Xinghe Bo's family is being checked outside."

Hu Shanxiang frowned, trying to stop this neurotic behavior, but finally remembered the rules his father frequently said before getting married, so he had to sigh and pick up the needle and thread again.

This is a purse that has been completed most of the time, with a pair of mandarin ducks embroidered outside...

...

Fang Xing stayed at home and did not go out as soon as he arrived in Peking. Many people in the court said that he was afraid of King Zhao who had the advantage of home court.

Zhu Gaosui has been in Peking for many years, and even Zhu Gaochi is not familiar with him.

After the day passed, an official went out of the city to do business, but he saw a notice at Shunchengmen. Many people were reading and reading.

"...The class hours of Zhixing Academy are mainly practical, including mathematics, physics, chemistry.... This college will recruit students in three days. The entrance examination will be mainly mathematics. Anyone who is interested can go to Fangjiazhuang to register, and the deadline will be three days later!"

"Zhixing Academy? Is it the one from Xinghe Bo?"

"Yes, if you take the exam in three days, you will be admitted to the academy."

"Then I have to go home quickly. The boy at home has been learning that math for a long time."

"Yes, yes! I heard that the academy has no money to spend on food and accommodation, but it just recruits fewer people."

"There are Wenquxing who can enter, of course not many!"

“…”

The official stopped the horse when he heard these words, and then returned to the horse and entered the city, and he didn't do anything.

Then the news spread throughout the court.

Yang Shiqi covered his forehead and said, "It's coming again! I thought he had stopped, but..."

Jin Youzi sneered: "Fang Dehua seems kind, but even ten cows can't pull back the things they know!"

What you know best is your opponent!

Yang Rong said lightly: "Does of students can prevent Confucianism from turning over?"

Jin Youzi put down the teacup and sneered: "But Fang Xing has published many scientific books. When the academies in Peking open, how many more books should be sold? How many people have to change their courses from now on?"

Yang Rong frowned and said, "The students in the academy cannot participate in the imperial examination. This is what Fang Dehua said himself. Isn't it enough?"

...

"Hahahaha! Interesting! It's really interesting to actually drive Zhixing Academy to Peking!"

Zhu Gaosui had just returned from the palace. After hearing the news, he laughed so shocked.

"If you cannot participate in the imperial examination, it is a misleading child. Moreover, he uses the method of publishing books to promote science, which is digging the foundation of Confucianism."

Zhu Gaosui sat down comfortably and said, "Jinling is just for nothing, but he actually got it to Peking. This is not to make concessions! Tell me, what will happen if I don’t make concessions to Confucianism since the Han Dynasty?”

Xie Chen smiled and said, "He can be proud of his grandson and His Majesty for a moment, but countless pairs of eyes are staring at him. Once he makes a big mistake, his death will come."

Zhu Gaosui laughed horrified: "I just watched him commit suicide. It would be better to be slower, too fast, less fun!"

...

But Fang Xing did not feel these malice, so he gave the written textbooks to Ma Su.

"What Ming Dynasty needs now is mathematics, physics and chemistry. We need to use higher efficiency to produce things that others do not have. Confucianism cannot provide answers, so you have to learn it with a good life!"

This sounds like a passing mantle, and Ma Su is also respectful, but the potatoes sitting on Fang Xing’s neck make the atmosphere a little weird.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

Potato grabbed Fang Xing's hair and shouted, and the bell was lying at the door, napping lazily.

Ma Su took these books and bowed carefully and said: "Teacher, I will live up to your expectations and carry forward the learning of the square."

"It's science!"

Fang Xing said something against his will. He wanted to call this knowledge Fang Xue in his heart, but the situation was like this, and he didn't want to be suspicious of Zhu Di in the face of cannon fire.

"Deva, are you all right? Someone has come to sign up!"

Fang Xing stood up and said, "Okay."

"Dad! Go out! Go out!"

Potato speaks more and more smoothly, but he just needs to wet the bed from time to time.

When he walked to the front yard, Fang Xing couldn't help but laugh when he saw that there were many people around him.

No matter how you are afraid or suppress it, I have sown the seeds. Unless you learn Manqing's approach, science will be rooted in the Ming Dynasty and no one can shake it!
Chapter completed!