The first thousand and twenty-seven chapters miss the little girl
, to provide you with wonderful reading. After reading the old lady’s letter, Li Yi directly called Xiaohuan over and asked her to show this letter to Ruyi and the others. Where was the old lady’s letter written to him? It mentioned him. The length is not as long as Ruyi...
The next letter was very short, and the handwriting was a little immature. I had only been literate for a few years during the Dragon Boat Festival. Such progress was already very good.
The little girl spoke in a sad tone about how heavy her schoolwork was, which left her with no time to play. She also said that the guy named Li Han was always pestering her, which was very annoying. The only thing that didn't bother her was that he gave her When I was explaining math problems to myself...
There are only three letters for now, and the last one is naturally from Li Xuan.
Li Yi opened the envelope, looked at it twice, and shook his head helplessly.
Li Xuan, after all, left all the court affairs to Mingzhu, went to study soap bubbles by himself, and let Mingzhu, a princess, worry about the queen's heart, but he actually had the nerve to ask himself why the bubbles in the sun are colored...
Li Yi looked at Yongning who was blowing bubbles with soapy water to tease Li Duan in the yard. Even Yongning knew that this was Guang's interference. Two-thirds of this guy's letter was actually talking about this, and Based on this, three conjectures and five hypotheses are put forward...
He picked up his pen and wrote on the paper: "If you want to figure out why soap bubbles in the sun are colorful, you must first understand the wave-particle duality of light. When it comes to the wave-particle duality of light, you have to mention To the theory of relativity, and before understanding the theory of relativity, quantum theory cannot be bypassed..."
When the angle between the vibration direction of the incident light vector and the polarization direction of the polarizer was reached, Li Yi could no longer edit.
Then he explained in one sentence the principle of light interference that causes soap bubbles to show colorful colors in the sun. He then briefly described the current situation of this month in a few hundred words, and asked him some information about Kyoto. It was estimated to be 5,000 words. It should be almost done.
Put a few pieces of letter paper into an envelope, seal it, and the postman will send it to Kyoto at an expedited speed of 800 miles.
He looked at Lao Fang and asked, "Are these three letters gone?"
Lao Fang shook his head and said, "There are only these three letters."
Li Yi lowered his head and said after a long time: "Just three seals..."
Since leaving Beijing, he could only get a few words about Mingzhu and Shouning from Li Xuan's letters. He thought they would write letters, but after waiting for so long, there was still no one, and even the letters he sent there were no responses. .
He still remembers that Mingzhu held his hand and asked him if he could stay the day before he left. He also remembers that girl running barefoot from the palace and crying heartbrokenly...
So his anger towards some people in Kyoto, which had finally calmed down, rose again.
After watching Li Duan blowing bubbles for a while, he stopped watching. He ran over, hugged Li Yi's arm, and asked, "Dad, Duan'er misses Xiaorui and Xiaoniang. When will we return to Kyoto?"
Two-year-old Li Duan can already express his thoughts completely.
"It will take a few more days, and I will see Xiao Xiaorui in a few days..." Li Yi picked him up, suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked with a smile: "Isn't my little lady at home? Duan'er Why do you still miss me..."
He only thought that "Xiao Niang" was Li Duan's name for one of Ruo Qing and Zui Mo. Perhaps Ru Yi had taught him to call them that way these days.
"My mother is not at home, she is in Kyoto..." Li Duan shook his head and said, "My mother will give Duan'er candy to people to eat..."
The smile on Li Yi's face froze instantly.
Zui Mo and Ruo Qing will not give him sweets to eat. The child is still young and eating too much sweets is not good for his teeth.
He gently put Li Duan down and picked up the letter Li Xuan sent.
The letter said that there was a girl who stood on the palace wall and looked in the direction of Shuzhou every day.
He would mention this sentence in every letter he sent, and the letter also said that she would read every letter he sent without missing a word.
She is the one who secretly brings candy to Li.
He lowered his head, touched Li Duan's head, and said, "Dad wants to do it too. When you grow older, dad will take you back to see her."
Li Duan nodded and said: "Duan'er, you should eat well and grow up quickly. When you grow up, you can see my little girl..."
Li Yi looked a little dazed. A girl once told him that she would eat well, sleep well, do her homework well...and grow up well, waiting for him to come back.
What the girl didn't know was that she had grown up when she said these words.
"A bunch of bastards!"
Thinking again of the faces of those people in the capital, and of the girl standing opposite him, smiling with tears in her eyes, Li Yi lowered his face and clenched his fists.
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When Chen Chong saw Li Yi, he knew someone was going to be in trouble.
He stood up from his seat and asked, "What happened?"
Li Yi said solemnly: "Write a letter and hand it over, saying that the suppression of bandits in Shuzhou will cost a lot of money and cause heavy losses to the local area, and ask the court to allocate one million taels of silver."
Chen Chong was stunned, then looked at him in disbelief and said in shock: "One million taels, you are crazy, they will not agree!"
Li Yi looked at him and asked: "Either agree to transfer the money, or Shuzhou will not pay taxes for fifty years, which one do you think they will choose?"
Chen Chong didn't need to guess, he knew which one those people in Beijing would choose.
Shuzhou has always been poor and overrun with bandits. Not to mention paying taxes to the court every year, it can be considered a good year if it does not rely on the court for financial support or hinders the court.
Between one million taels of silver and non-existent taxes, any fool knows which one to choose.
There are smart people in the court, so they will definitely choose the second one.
The result of choosing this path is that they will be poked in the back by future generations for fifty years, because the Shuzhou of today is no longer the Shuzhou of yesterday.
The Shuzhou of tomorrow is not the Shuzhou of today...
Looking around the world, no one dares to make such a request to the imperial court, but unfortunately, the person in front of me is one of them.
The court must choose one of the two options given by him, and once chosen, it must abide by it.
As long as he is alive, he will never regret it.
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Kyoto, Hibiscus Garden.
Li Xuan sat by the lake, lying comfortably on the rocking chair, looking at the soap bubbles floating in the sky, changing into colorful lights and shadows in the sun...
A eunuch stood behind him, blowing soap bubbles with great effort. Because he had been blowing for a long time, his face turned pale, he felt dizzy, felt nauseous, and felt like vomiting...
Another eunuch ran over from a distance and shouted loudly when he was more than ten feet away: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, King Jing has replied, King Jing has replied!"
"He wrote back!"
Li Xuan jumped up from the rocking chair, his face showed joy, and he strode over.
The eunuch who blew the bubbles seemed to have received an amnesty. He leaned against a tree behind him and breathed in the fresh air.
Li Xuan snatched the envelope from the eunuch's hand, tore it open carefully, then sat back in the rocking chair and read.
"The wave-particle duality of light, general relativity, quantum theory, Schrödinger's cat, Murphy's law, L'Hôpital's law..."
Li Xuan stood up from the rocking chair, with a thoughtful look on his face. He took the letter paper back to the room, took out the pen and paper, and began to write and calculate. Sometimes he bit the end of the pen and frowned, sometimes he laughed and slapped the table wildly.