Chongzhen Undergraduates

If it weren't for Zhu Youjian's death order, Ji Biao would have gone away a long time ago. This guest's request is very strange. Although it is not difficult to deal with, it seems to be deliberately finding fault.

Zhu Youjian waved to the people around, and the group of people finally breathed a sigh of relief and retreated.Zhu Youjian ignored Fang Yizhi, came to the tea table, and began to clean the tea set carefully.

Zhu Youjian deliberately made the movement loud, but Fang Yizhi still didn't mean to wake up, but there was no snoring.

"Is the little song nice?" Zhu Youjian asked slowly after taking a sip of the tea he had just brewed.

"It's terrible, it makes ghosts cry and howl." Fang Yizhi suddenly sat up straight without paying attention, raised his hand and snatched the tea bowl from Zhu Youjian's hand, and drank it with his neck up.

"I can even hear the tea in your stomach gurgling, are you still drinking?"

"Why don't you drink tea? You won't let me go out."

"Shall I sing you a little song? What a beautiful jasmine..."

"Stop, you can't sing as well as that little girl just now." Fang Yizhi hurriedly stopped Zhu Youjian, his voice was terrible.

"Haha, then I'll listen to you sing one." Zhu Youjian knew that Fang Yizhi was very knowledgeable and knew the rhythm.

"Listen up." Fang Yizhi softly copied "Jasmine" that Zhu Youjian sang just now in Wu language.

Apart from admiration, Zhu Youjian has nothing but admiration. "Jasmine Flower" is based on Liuhe "Flower Tune" which has been passed down for hundreds of years. The earliest lyrics were published in the opera script collection "Zi Bai Qiu" during the Qianlong period (1764-1774).

In this era, it has not yet been born.Fang Yizhi was able to sing completely in Wu dialect after only listening to it once. Zhu Youjian sighed that his ability was not as good as this.

"Are you too good?" Zhu Youjian was stunned. Although the tune was easy to remember and catchy, he only sang one sentence just now.

"It's not me, it's you. This word is taken from Feng Menglong's "Guangzhier", and the song is in Fengyang's "Flower Drum Song". I don't know?"

Fang Yizhi glanced at Zhu Youjian contemptuously, and Zhu Youjian accepted it directly. He knew that he had met an evildoer, but it was the first time he had seen such an evildoer.

Originally thought that Chen Zilong was already evil enough, but he didn't expect Fang Yizhi to be even more evil than Chen Zilong, Zhu Youjian instantly had the urge to accept the evil.

"You look a bit like a person." Fang Yizhi suddenly looked at Zhu Youjian, who hurriedly dodged.

"No, you look younger than him, but when I saw him three years ago, he looked older than you."

"Who did you meet three years ago?" Zhu Youjian had a feeling that people could see through.

"Your Majesty! My son of Ming Dynasty, you still told me against me at the beginning." Fang Yizhi looked fascinated, that might be the glory of his life.

"Ahem!" Zhu Youjian choked on the tea, and he couldn't remember this incident. Maybe Chongzhen had seen too many people and forgot about it.

"My father was wronged back then, and I complained in blood, so I was able to deal with it lightly. Later, the emperor ordered him to agree, and he even approved it in court."

"Your father, is he okay?" Zhu Youjian really forgot these things. There were too many things in the late Ming Dynasty, and it was impossible for him to remember them all.

"I've retired to my hometown." Fang Yizhi was a little sad. His family background was no worse than Hou Fangyu's, and he was also a proper second-generation official.

"If the emperor orders you, are you willing to be an official or do something?" Zhu Youjian was uncertain about Fang Yizhi's thoughts. This person's knowledge is too complicated to say what he likes.

"Is there any difference? But now I am more interested in your previous theories." Fang Yizhi was the same age as Zhu Youjian, and completely regarded Zhu Youjian as a friend with the same hobbies.

"No, no, I don't like classics and history collections, and I don't like writing poems and lyrics." Zhu Youjian didn't think he and Fang Yizhi were the same way. It was obvious that his Confucian knowledge was much higher than his own.

"It seems to be oh, your knowledge is not good, but your miscellaneous studies are very good!"

In a word, Zhu Youjian was ashamed to say that Zhu Youjian was a black Baogong.

"I want to ask you to do something, I wonder if you would like to?"

"what's up?"

"Strike the iron."

"What?" Fang Yizhi couldn't believe his ears, just now he was talking about his ideal friend, and suddenly he came up with such a bad idea.

"No, no, no, I didn't ask you to fight in person, but I want you to host it." Zhu Youjian was a little embarrassed, he still couldn't quickly describe all the nouns of later generations in Daming's language.

"No. Blacksmithing is not fun, it's better to imagine how to fly to the sky." Fang Yizhi obviously has no interest in blacksmithing.

"Whether you can fly to the moon or not, forging iron is the key."

"Really? You are coaxing me, iron can fly into the sky."

"Yes, just watch!" Zhu Youjian casually threw a small knife into the air.

"Hahaha, you are my three-year-old child."

"Think about it again, what you need to fly to the sky is strength. If you have enough strength, can iron also fly?"

Zhu Youjian was very serious this time, looking at Fang Yizhi very seriously.

"You seem to be right, but why do you have to use iron?"

Then, there was another day and night discussion, and Fang Yizhi once again sucked up Zhu Youjian's essence.

On the fifth day, there were two people with panda eyes, Zhu Youjian and Fang Yizhi looked at each other and sat together.

"Nanjing, are you going or not?" Zhu Youjian was powerless. He had spent the most patience and perseverance in his life, and he had reached the last moment.

"If I have money, I'll go. If I don't have money, I won't go." Fang Yizhi began to be evil again, and he had obviously guessed Zhu Youjian's intentions.

"How much?" As long as you start to withdraw money, Zhu Youjian is not afraid, he is afraid that no one will ask him to withdraw money.It's not that he has too much money, but that for him now, the problem that money can solve is the fastest way.

"Bottomless pit." Fang Yizhi spread his hands, and continued: "I don't know how much you need. You have given so many tasks. Although it can be said in a few days and nights, it is too difficult to do it. gone."

Zhu Youjian was instantly discouraged, and he also knew how big the gap between theory and reality was.For example, in later generations, people know that in theory, human beings can emigrate to outer space, but if they can actually do it, it may not be calculated on a yearly basis.

"Take care of these few things first?" Zhu Youjian drew a piece of manuscript paper casually.

"The range of the firearm is increased by 100 meters; the weight of the artillery is reduced by one-third, and the range is increased by two times..." Fang Yizhi read for a quarter of an hour before finishing the low-level task given by Zhu Youjian.

"How many lifetimes can I do it by myself?" Fang Yizhi was also discouraged. This is not a task, it is difficult for others.

"Eight hundred students who have studied "Basic Physics" and thousands of craftsmen are all waiting in Nanjing."

"You are the emperor?" Fang Yizhi stood up abruptly, extremely astonished.He finally knew the identity of the person sitting across from him.

"Yes, this is the death order I gave you." Zhu Youjian is no longer pretentious. The evildoer on the opposite side must be accepted. Who made him too addicted to knowledge and couldn't extricate himself. He learned a lot of knowledge and didn't show it. Use, waste everything.

"I'll go." Fang Yizhi had no choice.

Chapter 92: People's words are awesome, and they can say both positive and negative

When Chen Yuanyuan came to Nanjing, Jiu'er was the happiest.

In order to rescue Jiu'er, Chen Yuanyuan took the risk of hiding her in her inner room.If Zhu Youjian hadn't been rescued in the end, Jiuer's fate would not have been good.