I don’t know if the scholar-bureaucrats in the court are stupid because of reading, or if they are just trying to cause trouble.
If everyone ignored the crappy thing that Jing Xun brought out, he would have no choice but to take it back in embarrassment.
result……
Alas, Zhao Xi almost wanted to scold her. As soon as they set it up, there was a burst of exclamation from her own side.
Aren't they just Arabic numerals?... No. Why are there Arabic numerals here?
Zhao Xi also has math classes at Zishantang, but they all use calculations. Zhao Xi really doesn't know when Arabic numerals were introduced, but he was a little surprised that Arabic numerals actually appeared at this time.
If there had not been the chaos in the previous dynasty and later periods, and if the country had a strong military force, it would probably have been introduced to the country long ago.
A Tubo, a Daxia, and the Uighurs heading west cut off the entire passage to the west.
Then Jing Xun casually threw the nine wooden blocks with Arabic numerals on them on the desk...
What do you mean by just throwing it away without explaining it? You throw it out like this, without mentioning the requirements or rules, so that people can guess?
It’s just the simplest nine-square grid, just showing off!
But in the entire palace, no one said a word, and instead looked away.
No, isn't it said that Jiugongge is the evolution of Hetu Luoshu? Why did no one in this group of courtiers, who are known as the elites of the times, say anything?
Arabic numerals... Zhao Xi suddenly understood.
"This logo represents one to nine respectively, which is one... How to arrange the nine numbers so that regardless of whether they are horizontal, vertical or oblique, the sum of the three numbers is fifteen."
That scene seemed to show off enough, so he started to explain the Arabic numerals.
Zhao Xi thought that someone would step forward now. But for a while, no one said anything.
"Prince E, I always ask that you are smarter than ordinary people. If you have such a trivial skill, could you please give me some advice?"
I just left it to everyone to play, are you still excited?
This Jing Xun looked triumphant and mocking.
Maybe he was badly hurt by Zhao Xi. He kept targeting Zhao Xi because of the fun that was originally meant to embarrass the entire Song Dynasty.
"Is it difficult? It's just the Hetu Luoshu. Wear nine shoes on one, three on the left and seven on the right, two and four are shoulders, six and eight are feet, and five are among them."
Zhao Xi suddenly remembered the time when Jin Daxia's Condor Shooting and the weird elf island owner's daughter unlocked the Nine Palaces Grid. That was already in the future.
Don’t you know the Jiugongge at this moment?
Indeed! The pictures of Hetu Luoshu are now only circulated within the Taoist sect, and are only used for blessings and Feng Shui secrets.
After Zhao Xi finished speaking, the scene was stunned, and the court officials in the main hall were stunned, and even the envoys sent by the Crown Prince of Daxia were stunned...
"Zhongzheng, go help Jing get things done. Follow the formula I just said. Can you write it down?"
"The young one has memorized it and recognized the ghostly painted talismans. There are nine shoes on one, three on the left and seven on the right, two and four are shoulders, six and eight are feet, and five are among them. Is this the case for the prince?"
"Go for it!"
He has to ask his servants to cooperate with him and slap him in the face...
For the first time, Wang Zhongzheng walked in the imperial city without slumping down. Although he did not have the posture of disowning his relatives, he was still very arrogant. He turned his nostrils to Jing Xun and quickly placed the nine wooden blocks.
I originally wanted to see the envious eyes of others, but everyone was looking at the wooden block...
"Zhongzheng, go and change those numbers and make them messy again."
One to nine, triple it, you can still use those wooden blocks, you just need to make some changes.
Zhao Xi had already ordered someone to bring a pen and paper... The Arabic numerals he wrote were much prettier than those on Jing Xun's wooden block...
Wang Zhongzheng held it for a long time and looked at it... finally he saw the ghost symbols on the wooden block, and he actually learned to draw these ghost symbols.
Making trouble again, he glanced at Jing Xun, who was already stunned, and snorted... and then stood obediently not far behind Zhao Xi.
Arabic numerals are a new thing, even in Daxia. Don't look at Jing Xun showing off the nine-square grid, and using it this time to embarrass the Song Dynasty court. As for Arabic numerals, he also learned a little because of the novelty. After all, in Daxia
This was just brought over by foreigners. At this time, Daxia was establishing a systematic Daxia cultural system and was very repulsive to foreign cultures.
Therefore, when Zhao Xi doubled the nine-square grid, he was dumbfounded and had no idea how to arrange it...
For a while, the whole hall could hear everyone's breathing, and it was so quiet that it made people panic.
People's expressions were exclamation, surprise and even astonishment, all switching between Zhao Xi and Jiugongge Wooden Blocks. No one even glanced at Jing Xun, not even Daxia's envoys looked at him...
Originally, there was no such thing as this lucky person during this meeting, but it happened that he had met a few traders in Uighur some time ago, and somehow he learned about Chen Chuan's Hetuluo calligraphy and painting from the Taoist priest, so he showed off to His Majesty.
After a few visits, I brought him here.
The original intention was to embarrass the Great Song Dynasty, but unexpectedly, a child slapped him in the face.
Who will pay attention to him?
Zhao Zhen is the most comfortable at this time. This is not a prank with the court princes, nor is it accompanying some young boy to win the championship. This is an important event in the disobedient country. It is his son who singles out a group...
Zhao Xi came forward for state affairs for the first time today, but Empress Cao was still worried.
Zhao Xi's performance at the audience ceremony will represent her and will also be a test of her ability to support the prince.
Ever since the fight between Zhao Xi and Jing Xun, Empress Cao had been sending people to deliver the news. When Zhao Xi easily solved the nine-square grid and changed the numbers and threw them over, Empress Cao rested her mind. This time Xi'er was greatly surprised.
Showed his face...
"War of words, children's play, strange tricks, winning or losing, so what?"
Hey, this prince can actually speak, and he has a pretty standard Tokyo accent.
"I founded the country of Daxia with war horses and scimitars, and my people are brave. Commoners are commoners, and they are all proud of this small skill!"
Commoner? What does it mean? Zhao Xi didn't understand, but saw that the princes in the court were very angry.
"Your Majesty, I heard that people over there call my dynasty Bu Yi."
Oh, it turned out to be discriminatory language. But Zhao Xi didn't think it was discrimination, but instead thought it was envy and admiration.
If they all wore leaf animal skins, they would all be able to live back...
But there seems to be some truth in what people say. The scholars of the Imperial Dynasty were indeed a little proud of playing some very elegant and elegant games...
It's time for someone to take over, right?
As a result, Zhao Xi looked around, but no one responded!
A bunch of cowards who only know how to fight among themselves!
In fact, it was Zhao Xi who misunderstood. Regardless of how they viewed Da Xia, in fact, this person was indeed the royal family, the prince. Their etiquette education prevented them from arguing with the prince on such occasions.
"May I ask, Your Highness, what are you so proud of?"
"I can shoot a three-stone bow, pierce the Yangtze River with a hundred steps, and ride a war horse for thousands of miles without getting tired. What can you do?"
Zhao Xi looked at the figure of the prince across from him... and then thought about himself. Although he should be 1.23 meters tall, if he really wanted to fight with others... he was just looking for abuse.
"May I ask His Highness Gui Geng?"
There was no way, Zhao Xi didn't want to dig a hole, but if he didn't dig a hole, he would be trapped himself.
It's more comfortable to bury someone than to go into the pit yourself.