In fact, not only the students are looking forward to it, but the four teachers are also full of curiosity.
Song Zhice has been very interested in this kind of thing since he was a child. At this moment, he pondered for a long time, suddenly raised his head, and said excitedly:
"I probably understand the dean's thinking."
After saying this, he looked at the other three people with some pride, and then said:
"If I remember correctly, Gao You, a disciple of Lu Zhi, a famous scholar in the Eastern Han Dynasty, once said: Take a chicken, remove its juice, burn moxa fire, and place an empty egg inside. The strong wind will lift it and fly."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Wuya clapped his hands and shouted:
"You put it that way, I seem to understand. Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty once recorded in "An Anthology of Things" that chickens opened their small orifices, removed the yellow and white color, put in dew, and pasted them with oil paper, and then dried them in the sun. Drive up, three or four feet off the ground.”
Hearing his words, Jiang Xinzhou and Liu Wushuang also slapped their foreheads, and they suddenly realized.
The so-called chickens are actually eggs. Gao You and Su Shi's description is very simple. They crack an egg to make a small hole, pour out the juice inside, then light mugwort and put it in the egg shell until the strong wind comes. At this time, if you lift it to a high altitude, the egg shell can fly away with the wind.
The mugwort here is actually an ordinary weed. After burning, it can produce a lot of heat and smoke, thus forming a low-pressure zone inside the eggshell and generating buoyancy. This is actually the basic principle of a miniature hot air balloon.
At this moment, the faces of the four people showed a look of excitement. Although they did not understand the reason, it was obvious that there was a clue from these records, that is, Lin Ping'an's idea was entirely possible.
"After all, it was under the guidance of Lord Medicine God. The pattern is really big!"
Jiang Xingzhou sighed in shame:
"According to my guess, the dean's approach must be to expand the eggshell many times. Perhaps this can bring people into the air. But I can't figure out the details."
"It will be clear when the time comes to listen to the dean's explanation."
Liu Wushuang smiled and said, "You think it would be like if you and I flew into the sky when the moon was full and raised our glasses to the bright moon, what would it be like?"
Listening to these words, the other three people had a look of fascination on their faces. It's no wonder that for ancient people, being able to fly into the air like a bird was simply an unreachable thing. Now it can be achieved, Anyone would be excited.
At the same time, many places in the capital were discussing Lin Ping'an's next class. Even in the streets and alleys, they knew about it because of the spread among the students in the academy, and they all speculated in their minds that this would be something. What a magical thing to come.
In Fenglei Pavilion, Lei Zhen slapped the table and laughed.
"Good boy, if there really is that thing, then our Ming army will just stand in the air and throw our thunderbolts at Houjin Tartars. What do you think will happen?"
He asked with great excitement in his eyes as he glared at the people in front of him.
"That must be crying for father and mother. The person is on his back and has nowhere to escape!"
As he said this, everyone in Fenglei Pavilion burst out laughing. In their minds, they began to imagine the scene when they were standing in the air, like gods, throwing down countless thunderbolts and fire thunders at Hou Jin Tatar. Everyone was so excited that they jumped. Woke up.
Late at night, Zhu Youxiao looked at the dancing candlelight in the copper lamp and was in a daze. Wang Chengen stood beside him with a trace of worry on his face.
In fact, he couldn't quite see his own prince. He was clearly only a teenager, but he looked like an adult. The caution he showed in his words and actions made people feel a little distressed.
"It seems that being born into an emperor's family is not a good thing!"
He sighed silently in his heart, and he could probably understand why Zhu Youjian was so precocious.
Zhu Youjian's father, Zhu Changluo, was the prince during the Wanli period, but the prince's mother was just a maid in the palace of Emperor Wanli's biological mother, Empress Dowager Li.
This incident was actually very accidental. When Emperor Wanli was visiting his mother, he met a palace maid on a whim, but he did not expect that the palace maid would become pregnant.
When the child was born, Emperor Wanli did not want to admit it because he did not follow the usual practice of leaving a certificate after blessing the maid.
But with Empress Dowager Li's insistence and the evidence from the emperor's daily life records, he finally had no choice but to accept his eldest son.
Since he is the eldest son of the emperor, according to the etiquette of no direct heir, he should be the future prince. But when it comes to Zhu Changluo, it becomes a difficult task.
Because Emperor Wanli disliked Zhu Changluo from beginning to end, he liked Concubine Zheng's son Zhu Changxun, and he wanted to make Zhu Changxun the crown prince.
So Emperor Wanli and the Donglin Party members who represented Confucian etiquette had a national dispute over this matter for more than thirty years. During this process, Zhu Changluo was like a small boat in the stormy waves. Not only was he frightened, but he was also everywhere Be careful, even so, one of the three major cases of the Ming Dynasty occurred.
This case is very interesting. It is said that a strong man with mental problems walked into the East Palace with a big wooden stick in his hand, waved the big wooden stick in his hand and hit Zhu Changluo at that time.
There are a lot of strange things about this case. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that it was done under the instructions of someone. However, what is even more strange is that even after a joint trial by the three judicial departments, the person behind it was not found and the case could only be closed hastily.
In fact, it's not that it can't be found, it's that there is no way to find it, because this matter has already involved Concubine Zheng. If you dig deeper, you will probably dig directly on the head of Emperor Wanli.
Everyone is not a fool. Since there is no way to investigate further, we can only let it go.
As the prince, Zhu Changluo could only break his teeth and swallow it, focusing on the word "forbearance".
Although Zhu Youjian, who was only five years old at the time, was young, he was not ignorant. He seemed to be able to feel the helplessness in his father's heart, and he began to understand his father's caution.
So even now that he has become King Xin, the cautiousness that comes from his bones is getting stronger.
It's really helpless. The party struggle in the Ming Dynasty is fierce, and you will be involved in it if you are not careful. The young Zhu Youjian has long known the dangers involved, so he can only choose to become a transparent prince, a prince who can't help anyone. The prince will not care.
"My lord, you should rest."
Wang Chengen bowed his body and warned carefully.
Zhu Youjian hummed and moved his eyes away from the dancing candlelight. He looked at Wang Chengen and asked seriously:
"What do you think of Lin Pingan?"
Wang Chengen thought about it seriously before replying:
"Under the guidance of the God of Medicine, he is naturally extraordinary. In addition, he has a calm and approachable personality. He can be a good teacher and friend in private and the humerus of the Ming Dynasty in public."
When he said this, Lin Ping'an's smiling appearance appeared in Wang Chengen's mind again. He suddenly felt that the other person seemed somewhat similar to King Xin in front of him. The only difference was that the former was thick-skinned and would definitely laugh when he should. He is always unsmiling.
Hearing Wang Chengen's words, Zhu Youjian was a little surprised. He didn't seem to expect that Wang Chengen would give Lin Ping'an such a high evaluation. Then he fell into deep thought again. After a long time, he looked at Wang Chengen again and asked word by word:
"Wang Chengen, who do you think he will become in the end?"
