Time passed quietly, and soon it was time for the emperor to seal the pen at the end of the year.
Another year is about to pass.
The old master, who had not been out of the house for a long time, left the house and went to the palace to see Emperor Changxing.
"How is your health lately, Master?"
There was a chatter between the monarch and his ministers in the royal study, and Emperor Changxing's face became a little solemn.
He thought that the old master was here to investigate.
During the Dragon Boat Festival, someone once smeared grease in front of the dragon boat lighting platform, hoping to make the current grand master Ren Yi look embarrassed.
After returning to the palace, Emperor Changxing ordered the Jinlin Guards to investigate the matter carefully. However, half a year later, there was still no reply to the Taishi Mansion.
But no matter what the outcome was, as a monarch he would not give any explanation to his ministers.
"It's freezing cold in the twelfth lunar month of winter. I'm already old, so you must take care of yourself." Emperor Changxing asked, "I wonder why you came to the palace this time?"
"Congratulations to your majesty, congratulations to your majesty."
The old master had not heard about world affairs for a long time, but he happily raised the thick fold in his hand above his head: "The end of the year is approaching, and good things come in pairs. The old minister came to the palace to present a treasure to His Majesty."
Offer treasure?
Emperor Changxing breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as he doesn't go into the palace to look for trouble, that's fine.
Changlu hurriedly sent the old master's notes to Long's case.
After turning over the letter doubtfully, Emperor Changxing was a little confused.
The monarch and his ministers have worked together for more than twenty years, and he did not hide anything. He asked directly: "Old Master, I wonder what kind of treasure this is?"
"Your Majesty, the First Emperor's carriages traveled the same track, wrote the same texts, and walked the same path, creating a situation of great unity for thousands of years."
The old master bowed his hands respectfully.
"The treasure that I have learned is the pinyin literacy method, or simply called: homophony of characters. Once implemented, Yun Chui will be able to understand each other's languages, no matter from east to west or from south to north, even if they are thousands of miles apart. "
Emperor Changxing perked up and subconsciously glanced in the direction of the Golden Palace.
It was the end of the year, and although the writing was about to be completed, the historian was still faithfully recording everything that happened in Yunchui territory.
The year before last and the year before last, there were natural and man-made disasters all over the empire. I guess what the historians recorded was not very good.
But if what the old master is saying now is true...
The entire empire can speak the same language and understand each other.
As an emperor, Emperor Changxing naturally understood the strategic significance.
When the historian writes with a stroke of his pen, even if his internal affairs and diplomacy are in a mess during his reign, it is estimated that thousands of years later he will be able to leave a significant mark on the history of the world...
Thinking of this, Emperor Changxing quickly picked up the memorial and read it carefully.
However, the thick memorial was heavy in my hand, and I could clearly understand it for a while.
"Your Majesty, wait for me to explain to you that this word has the same pronunciation."
The old master knew that Emperor Changxing would not read his memorial, so he quickly explained it one by one.
The long and thick memorial naturally not only explains how to read Chinese characters using pinyin, but also the experiments he did in Taishi Mansion.
"So hundreds of young children can recognize the random words written by the old masters?" Emperor Changxing asked with great interest.
If this is the case, the prodigies rumored to be nothing more than that.
cough!
"Your Majesty." The old master coughed lightly.
"The young children in Lao Chen's house have been trained to accurately pronounce every word written by the masters. But they are still young after all, and they may not necessarily know the meaning of those unfamiliar words."
"But read more and write more, and sooner or later they will master these words."
At that time, they can be sent to various counties to teach unified pronunciation.
Tens of hundreds of years later, people throughout the empire and even neighboring countries could understand each other's words and accept Yunchui's traditional thoughts.
In other words, national integration.
"Hurry up!"
Regardless of the exhaustion of correcting the manuscripts, Emperor Changxing waved to Changlu excitedly: "Hurry and announce that the officials of the Sixth Ministry and these young children are entering the palace. I want to see with my own eyes the magic of this so-called pinyin literacy method."
Soon all the officials hurried into the palace, with solemn expressions on each other's faces.
When they discovered that there were hundreds of childish children in the crowd, they quickly became confused again.
Bang bang!
Emperor Changxing clapped his hands and looked at the ministers, "Chi Xiuzhan, you are the number one scholar this year, come out and write a few words."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Chi Zhongyu was overjoyed and quickly stood up from the team and said respectfully, "I wonder what content Your Majesty wants me to write about?"
Emperor Changxing was a little impatient.
Every time they see these actions, both of them are trembling with fear. Although every answer is respectful and polite, you have to ask in detail before you dare to act, for fear of making a wrong step.
Is this what young people look like in high spirits?
"Write whatever you want, whatever comes to your mind." Emperor Changxing said.
Chi Zhongyu's face was full of embarrassment.
Although it was inexplicable, I had no choice but to show off.
Fortunately, he had been practicing calligraphy for many years and was able to withstand the pressure and write well in front of everyone.
In order to show his knowledge, he also wrote the article in a colorful way.
"Old teacher?"
However, Emperor Changxing was not interested in appreciating the calligraphy and knowledge of the contemporary number one scholar at all, and turned to look at the gray-haired old master.
"Your Majesty, I am here." The old master bowed his hands.
In front of everyone's astonished eyes, he stepped forward and carefully marked the pinyin on the words written by Chi Zhongyu.
"What is this?" The ministers looked confused.
After a while, the old teacher finished marking the pinyin and then asked the children to come forward.
"Master Fan," he smiled and looked at the Minister of Rites, "I have more than a hundred children between the ages of three and seven. You can ask them to come forward and ask them to read out the article of Zhuangyuan Lang."
Buzz~
The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were in an uproar.
"Really or not? The old master is just silent, and he is a blockbuster. Where can he find so many prodigies?"
"Of course it's true. This is the Imperial Study Room, and the Grand Master's Mansion cannot bear the crime of deceiving the emperor."
Amid the commotion, Fan Wen stepped forward in disbelief.
He glanced at his old friend worriedly, and then quietly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the old master was still calm and composed.
"The second little girl in the third row," Fan Wen casually pointed at a girl who was neither tall nor short and motioned for her to come forward.
The son of the Taishi Mansion looked timid, but he gritted his teeth and walked over.
When they first entered the imperial study room, they saw the splendor everywhere, which frightened the children to the point where their minds were blank and their feet were weak.
Among so many people, the young children only knew the old Taishi and the current Taishi Ren Yi. If they hadn't been taught not to be afraid when they were in the Grand Master's Mansion, they would have been so frightened that they didn't know what to do.
That is to say, Fan Wen has a kind heart. Only then did a little girl come out who looked scared but still calm.
"Don't be afraid, little girl. What's your name?"
"Sir, my name is Qiu Jue."
The room full of people looked weird.
Knowing that sooner or later he would have to go to the palace to testify, the Grand Master's Mansion had prepared clothes for the children of more than a hundred families. Therefore, all the senior officials in the palace did not know the identities of these children before this.
Upon hearing this, everyone realized that they were all the sons of servants of the Grand Master's Mansion.
Many people took half a step back silently.
Chi Zhongyu gritted his teeth and lowered his head.
This is unreasonable. The Taishi Mansion actually hired a batch of subordinates to read the article of the No. 1 Scholar. Who are they looking down on?
Fan Wen seemed unaware and comforted her a few words, then pointed to the hanging article and asked Qiu Jue to read the first word.
"Sir, do you only need to read one word?" the little maid asked weakly.
Fan Wen was stunned and said with a smile: "If you can, you can keep reading."
Qiu Jue nodded and read each word one by one.
