I write novels in the East Palace

The emperor was really good at seizing the opportunity, so he took advantage of Zhou Chengyi's east wind to completely kill Pang Taibao, and now he took advantage of Zhou Chengyi's north wind to promote Pinyin.

Although it is still being tried in the Tai Academy for the time being, anything that is labeled as a prince can often cause heated discussions in Chang'an City.

After receiving the order to do everything possible to promote death, the dean of the Taiyuan Academy, after discussing with all the teachers, decided to open classes every four nights to teach pinyin.

As for simplified characters, this is a huge project that cannot be completed in a day or two. Moreover, everyone has different ideas on how to simplify it. Who should be used has to be decided after discussion, and the meaning and form must be preserved.

Therefore, the characters that were decided are actually different from the modern simplified characters that Zhou Chengyi is used to—for example, whether to remove the heart in the middle of the word love, the final opinion is to keep it.

The role of Zhou Chengyi is that every once in a while, they will come to him with undecided words to make a choice. Zhao Guangfu seems to be used to bullying him. Every time he makes a choice, Zhao Guangfu can always say that it sounds like that. The objections to going the other way.

Once Zhou Chengyi re-elected, unexpectedly Zhao Guangfu nodded after pondering for a moment, "After thinking about it, this is indeed better."

Zhou Chengyi: "...Did you do it on purpose?"

Zhao Guangfu looked at him blankly, it really didn't look like it was intentional.

Zhou Chengyi suddenly felt that metaphysics might be somewhat believable.

During this period of time, Zhou Chengyi was addicted to writing "Breaking the Country", and even got up before dawn to go to court in order to better present the effect of conspiracy, only to find out...those things that are very complicated and high-end in TV dramas are actually very rare.

Zhou Chengyi supervised the country just as the epidemic broke out. This is a major event for the government and the public. Except for some disputes due to the blockade of Cangzhou at the beginning, they obediently followed Zhou Chengyi the whole time when it came to handling the epidemic. There was never anything that needed to be discussed. Talk nonsense.

Now that the prevention and control of the epidemic is on the right track, and other things that have been postponed have begun to be dealt with. On this topic, the courtiers have a perfunctory feeling when discussing court affairs. It's all bullshit.

There were even those who were directly caught distracted!From time to time, some glanced outside with envy and pity from the corner of their eyes.Envy is envy that they don't have to stand under the eyes of the emperor. This long meeting directly from [-]:[-] to around noon, even if they do something quietly, it will be abrupt.

Pity is the increasingly hot weather. There are ice buckets in the Golden Luan Hall, and those people standing outside can only bear the scorching sun.

In short, this kind of perfunctory attitude is very similar to the feeling of their company's daily regular meeting in their previous life. It doesn't matter what the above said. Anyway, the same trivial matter can be said for three years. Nodding and shaking the head and occasional questioning tone can basically be mixed up. The whole morning meeting.

It's all good as long as you don't have to write a meeting report.

Zhou Chengyi felt the intimacy, and at the same time realized that this is actually the same as starting a company:

The emperor is the chairman, Sangong is the honorary director who receives dividends, the prime minister is the CEO, and the six departments correspond to human resources, finance, security and other departments. This policy is actually very similar to planning.

It is not uncommon to form cliques to seek private interests and fight against dissidents. The so-called commercial wars can indeed be said to be a duel between countries to some extent.

Although he has never been an emperor, Zhou Chengyi has a lot of experience as a social animal.

As long as "Breaking the Country" is written as an essay about court merchants and wars, although it is not realistic, it will make people feel more powerful than reality, and you can get a sense of refreshment from it.

After Zhou Chengyi thought this way, he finally wrote the first [-] words of "Wronging the Country", revised it several times, and sent it to Fu Qian.

Fu Qian, who also went to court, felt dazed after reading it. To describe it, it is probably a certain professional student who watched a novel and TV with the same major as the protagonist.

The medical students yelled to fasten their white coats, and the programmers yelled that the code was really not typed out with a word document.

Pointing to a character in the novel, he asked, "Is this person based on Lu Shangshu? If this is the case, why don't you just make trouble directly and instead make such troublesome things like making a fuss and turning the tiger away from the mountain?"

Zhou Chengyi replied, "The more complicated it is, the more advanced it appears." That is to say, the legendary unknown.

"Advanced? I just think it's a waste of time." Fu Qian said.

Zhou Chengyi immediately raised his eyebrows, "Otherwise, let's make a bet, and I won't charge the first issue of this article if I lose."

Fishing with a straight hook, Fu Qian naturally challenged, "Okay! If I lose, I will give up all the money I made in the first period, excluding the cost price."

He spoke so grandly, but naturally he lost.

After reading the article, the editors of Chang’an Bookstore not only did not feel that many things in the article were actually too cumbersome to go around in circles, but they were shocked and felt that the person who wrote this book was very powerful.

"As expected of His Royal Highness, the writing is true. Sure enough, only those who have stayed in the court can write such works."

Fu Qian: "..."

Zhou Chengyi patted him on the shoulder and said in relief, "Quit gambling."

Since the long-form columns of the two magazines under the name of Chang'an Bookstore are full, Zhou Chengyi doesn't want to steal the exposure that others finally got, so there is no need to worry about calling Fu Qian.

Zhou Chengyi was called to Tingzheng Hall again in the middle of the night. It was Cangzhou, who went to three batches of medical teams in a row, and finally got good news!

When he stepped into the palace, he saw that the emperor was wearing a robe, obviously he got up just after receiving the news.

His pale face was still tinged with blood, and the joy in his eyes was shining brightly, "Good news from Doctor Zhang, the two medicines mentioned in your book have finally been formulated! The heat-clearing effect is very good, and it has been sustained for a long time. The case of healing after taking half a month to relieve symptoms!"

"Really?! That's really great!" Zhou Chengyi took the letter paper and looked at the ten lines at a glance, the corners of his mouth could hardly fall down.

The traditional Chinese medicine that Zhou Chengyi wrote in the book was used for the epidemic he experienced. At that time, the country vigorously popularized science and hoped that people who were not infected would often use it for prevention and treatment. Almost every citizen knew the name.

Zhou Chengyi deliberately checked the formula and source, and found that it was basically improved by fusion of ancient recipes. However, he only checked it out of curiosity at that time, and he was not a student of this major. It was many years ago that he died of illness. Well, it would be nice to still be able to remember a few basic medicinal materials, but how could it be possible to remember which ancient prescription it came from and how it was mixed.

Imperial physician Shen Chong believed that the fourth son should be a person with a medical foundation. He first proposed to formulate this medicine, and others were not optimistic about it. Duan Zhizhang even said, "It would be silly to take all the things in a novel seriously." , that is, if it is true, how can such a vague prescription be deduced? You don’t know how much difference the effect will be if one or two more or one or two less?”

Shen Chong insisted, "I want to try."

Duan Zhizhang had nothing to do with him, he could only sigh and said, "You can try it in private, but you can't delay the treatment of patients."

"Don't worry about it, I know the seriousness." Shen Chong made a promise.

However, as Duan Zhizhang said, not perfecting a prescription is much more difficult than writing another one. Shen Chong will only study it when he changes shifts every day. The progress is slow. He once wanted to give up, but there is always an inexplicable His insistence made him hold on.

"These medicines are all recorded, and the fourth son did not use them wrongly, which proves that he should not just say it casually, but after research..."

Shen Chong persisted in this way until Zhang Yuyi and others came.

Doctor Zhang and Mr. Shen are indeed old-fashioned imperial doctors. They frowned when they heard that Shen Chong was obsessed with researching the medicine in the novel, but they took it over and thought it over several times, and finally judged which one was improved. prescription.

It would be easier to find a prescription. This ancient prescription happened to be what they planned to use to treat the plague. They used it first, and then judged the increase, change or reduction of the medicine from the effect of use.

It was under such a clumsy method that they finally wrote these two effective prescriptions after adding several kinds of drugs.

Zhou Chengyi glanced at it. Although the basic medicines were mainly the ones he said, it was obvious that these were two new prescriptions, which could not match the vague impression in his mind.

But regardless of whether a white cat or a black cat can catch a mouse, it is a good cat, Zhou Chengyi is sincerely happy about this.

The emperor later asked him how he came up with the prescription, and Zhou Chengyi naturally didn't dare to answer that it was from the future, so he said, "All the medicines that can clear away wind and heat that I know have been written down by me. I just hit it by mistake. It's all thanks to the doctors."

The emperor covered his lips with a handkerchief, his expression was unclear, and he didn't know whether he believed it or not, but he didn't ask any more questions.

The emperor thought of a method of literacy education that would be open and aboveboard and not be criticized by others. "The epidemic must be a long-term thing, and this kind of medicine should be promoted to the hands of the people."

"Yes, after all, one person can infect many people. If the prevention and control methods are popularized, they will effectively prevent the spread." There are other prevention methods besides drugs.

After Zhou Chengyi finished speaking emotionally, he suddenly realized with a thought, "Father, what do you mean?"

The emperor gave him an appreciative look, and said in a leisurely manner, "If you want to popularize science, you must understand it? You can go to the pharmacy to get the medicine, but how can it be enough to teach first aid by precepts and deeds? There are always times when you forget, the booklet essential."

It's useless to be illiterate if you have a booklet, so you still have to teach.

The emperor's reason is not perfect, and it is a bit far-fetched after careful scrutiny, but he pulls the banner of epidemic prevention, even the aristocratic families have to weigh it carefully before speaking.

All the emperor wanted was a reason that could be enforced in a fair and honest manner, and there was nothing more appropriate than this.

Zhou Chengyi wished he could lift his feet up in agreement.

The emperor wanted to say something, but he couldn't stop coughing, his throat was bloody, and under Wang He's worried eyes, he calmly covered it with a handkerchief.

The emperor has been in poor health since he fainted from anger last time. Zhou Chengyi was used to hearing him cough, so he didn't think there was any problem for a while.

His eyes fell on another memorial to the dragon case.

作者有话要说：两千营养液的加更完成。感谢在2021-06-0423:36:40~2021-06-0503:42:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 1 Furong ball;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of eager hope;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!