"Your Majesty, it's getting late. Can I light an extra candle for you?"
"No need, it's already quite bright."
Waving his hand, Li Shimin rejected the waiter's offer to light another candle for himself, and then turned his attention to the cover of the book on the table again.
Clearly, there is no need to waste an extra candle.
"Mathematics", Volume 1.
Of course he didn't bring this to Jiucheng Palace, but he asked casually on the way back from the wounded barracks, and Cheng Zhijie quickly sent someone to bring it to him.
Rubbing the smooth book cover, Li Shimin's eyes flashed with a complex look.
If you only look at the paper and the ink on it, there is no doubt that this set of "Mathematics" is definitely the best book during the Zhenguan period, bar none! So when he first saw this thing, Li Shimin didn't know how much he cursed it
Phrases like "a prodigal son" and "a waste of a good thing".
Those books written by saints are only printed on ordinary paper. Your set of "idle books" actually costs so much. It is simply a waste!
But now when I read this book, Li Shimin no longer feels this way.
But just when he was about to open the first page and take a look, the emperor couldn't help it and opened the so-called statistical table presented by Huang Ren and others.
In order for the emperor to understand it, they urgently rewrote it in Chinese characters, so the content was very simple, but it was enough in Li Shimin's opinion.
In three months, a total of forty-seven people were treated... Including those who were in Jiucheng Palace this time, there are sixty-four people!
This amount should be about the same.
Except for the most recent one, the sergeants they treated in Chang'an City were injured for various reasons. Some were injured during training, some were purely accidents, and some committed suicide by themselves, with wounds ranging from large to small.
Different shades.
If we go by past experience, these sixty-four people will suffer losses of at least 40%!
At least!
But this time, Li Shimin saw fifty-nine people alive and only five dead.
Anyway, no matter how many times he read it, the emperor still felt that he had read the numbers wrong, or that the two medical workers from the Han Palace had made up a copy of this thing to fool himself in order to claim credit.
But reason tells Li Shimin that both of these are impossible!
"So, how did he do it?"
Taking a deep breath, Li Shimin's eyes became a little confused: "Could it be said that there are really tiny poisons that we can't see but are everywhere? Wounds are suppurating, and the injured and injured are suffering from high fevers. These tiny poisons are all there.
Caused by poison? Otherwise, why would it be like this?”
This statement completely violated the emperor's "common sense" and left him at a loss for a while.
After thinking for a while without a clue, Li Shimin sighed and focused his attention on the book in front of him again - the boxy Hanwang body was really ugly.
But now Li Shimin is becoming more and more curious about his own Eleven.
This kid is usually silent, and seems to always stay in his palace of Prince Han in Shengyefang. He neither makes friends with the powerful people in Chang'an City, nor plays with those messy things, nor does he rely on his own wealth.
As a prince, he bullied men and women, and acted unscrupulously... Even when he was the local emperor in Luzhou, he behaved in the same way.
So as time went by, Li Shimin became less and less wary of his own boss.
Among his brothers, the one Li Shimin hated the most was naturally the eighth brother Li Yuanheng, and the reason was his mother Yin Defei. So in the second year of Zhenguan, Li Shimin directly sent the eighth brother to Jinzhou, in the northwest
It was a barren land... but with the death of Li Yuanheng in the sixth year of Zhenguan, the emperor's hatred gradually faded away.
But the one that Li Shimin is most worried about is definitely the Eleventh Eleven Li Yuanjia, no one else!
His four brothers from the same mother died before Li Shimin became emperor, and among the remaining brothers, Li Yuanjia is undoubtedly the one with the highest status - his mother is the legitimate daughter of the Yuwen family of the former Sui Dynasty.
My uncle is the world-famous Yu Wenhuaji, Yuwen Zhiji and Yuwen Shiji!
If this kid is thoughtful, God knows how many people will secretly seek refuge with him?
However, from the day Li Shimin came to power to the years Li Yuanjia stayed in Luzhou, this old man was always honest. Not only did he never leave the door every day, he never interacted easily with outsiders.
, and even slowly put energy and time into those weird and obscene skills.
The former made Li Shimin very happy, while the latter made him very angry.
You, a dignified prince, went so far as to think about iron pots, tables and chairs, and even had people make Thirteen Incenses, making a huge profit... Especially when Li Shimin knew that Old Eleven's Thirteen Incenses had earned hundreds of thousands.
The expression on his face when he was impaled was really wonderful.
Spices themselves are expensive, and many people keep a lot of them at home, which can be used as currency on a daily basis. Therefore, the cost of making Thirteen Incenses for Li Yuanjia must also be extremely high. But with hundreds of thousands of dollars in one go, the boy also made at least one hundred thousand.
!
Of course, this is not important.
Although the Tang Dynasty is very short of money now, it is not short of the one hundred and eighty thousand yuan, but one of his princes sold things for hundreds of thousands of yuan, which really made the emperor have a fever on his face - the one who didn't know was naturally the King of Han
I made magical ingredients for cooking, and made a lot of them specially to meet everyone's needs. Of course, what I know is that the royal prince did not want any dough in order to make money, and even asked the palace's servants to send spices to Chang'an City...
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But it was precisely because of this incident that Li Shimin let down his last guard.
As long as the King of Han has a little bit of ambition, it is impossible for him to bear this bad reputation. Not only is he looked down upon by the traditional nobles, but it is also easy for people to think that he has no ambitions, and people with ambitions don't either.
He went to seek refuge before the meeting. So even though Li Shimin was so angry that he almost smashed the inkstone on the table, in the end he didn't let anyone deal with the kid. Instead, he pinched his nose and admitted the matter.
Further back, there is the amazing Quyuan Plow.
It was precisely because of the appearance of Qu Yuuli that Li Shimin looked at his own Eleventh Man with admiration. Finally, on a whim, he was transferred from Luzhou to Chang'an... Li Shimin, Wei Zheng and others spent a lot of money on this matter back then.
Tumo Xingzi finally used Qu Yuuli as an excuse to persuade several important ministers.
Otherwise, why would he, a prince, stay in Chang'an City?
Next, the Hanwang paper that made Lijia Paper Factory fall from the clouds into the quagmire, the Hanwang pen that best matches the Hanwang paper, the Hanwang ink and the Hanwang inkstone, the glass that made Li Shimin so amazing, and the glass that just made him
Amazing trauma treatment technique!
So after seeing that Cheng Zhijie attached so much importance to those Tianzhu numbers, Li Shimin couldn't help but start to doubt his own judgment.
Anyway, on this cool night, Li Shimin sat in front of the desk invented by King Han, flipping through a mathematics book written by King Han, and finally asked the chamberlain to add a candle...