The sharp-eyed courtiers immediately pointed at Ji Ming and shouted: "Everyone, please look, everyone, please look. His face has turned pale, and his whole body is trembling. This is obviously caused by the loss of his soul and fatigue."
When Ji Ming heard this, he was so frightened that he almost collapsed on the ground.
Li Shui walked over angrily and kicked Ji Ming: "It's useless."
Then, he said to the courtiers: "Everyone, I'm afraid you have some misunderstandings about him. He didn't lose his soul. That's why he is weak. It's just pure fear. When people are scared, they look pale and feel weak. It's not normal. ?"
But the courtiers were reluctant and said, "Then how can banishing an immortal prove that he is afraid?"
Li Shui responded tit for tat: "Then how can you prove that he has lost his soul?"
When the two parties were having a heated argument, Li Xin stepped forward.
He coughed lightly and said calmly: "I have an idea."
Everyone acted like they were all ears.
Li Xin said: "To find out whether Ji Ming lost his soul or was scared, it's actually very simple. We just kept taking pictures of him."
"For example, take a photo a thousand times, ten thousand times. If the camera can really steal the soul, then after a thousand times and ten thousand times, his soul should be stolen, right?"
"Therefore, after the photo was taken, he was still alive and kicking, which means that the camera cannot steal the soul. If he died after the photo was taken, it means that this thing is indeed harmful."
The courtiers all nodded, feeling that this was quite reasonable.
Ji Ming almost fainted. He showed respect to Li Xin on his face, but in his heart he greeted all Li Xin's ancestors.
Li Shui sighed and said, "Everyone, how precious is this camera? Do you know how much it will cost to take a thousand or ten thousand pictures of him?"
"Who will pay for this? Otherwise, can we chip in together?"
When the courtiers heard this, they were all silent.
Raise money to banish an immortal? joke!
Isn’t this a beggar donating money to a wealthy businessman?
We have the nerve to give it, but you have the nerve to ask for it?
Uh... maybe this shameless guy, Ban Xian, is really embarrassed to ask for it.
Seeing everyone frozen here, Ying Zheng said calmly: "I have a way."
Everyone listened respectfully.
Ying Zheng said: "Come here, drag Ji Ming down and beat him until he is half dead and barely alive."
Someone came over immediately and dragged Ji Ming away.
Ji Ming burst into tears: Now His Majesty beats me, doesn't he even bother to find an excuse?
Of course, Ying Zheng is not a foolish king, so how could he not have a reason?
He explained to the astonished courtiers: "The ministers have just said it. The human body is like a bowl, and the human soul is like the water in the bowl."
"If you are strong and healthy, the bowl will be larger. If you are weak, the bowl will be smaller."
"Now that I have ordered people to beat Ji Ming until his body is almost dead, then his bowl will be very small. If the bowl is smaller, there will naturally be less water in it."
"Therefore, I think just taking a few dozen photos should be enough to verify it."
After hearing this, the courtiers nodded one after another and said with sincerity: "Your Majesty is wise, we can never come up with such a clever plan."
The courtiers were all amazed, and no one sympathized with Ji Ming.
It's not that everyone is unsympathetic, but... Ji Ming is beaten every day, and the courtiers have long been used to it.
When they saw Ji Ming, they subconsciously felt that this man should lie on the ground and get slapped. Therefore... Ji Ming was beaten without any sense of violation.
His ass was made for cane punishment.
Half an hour later, Ji Ming was dragged back.
He lay on the ground like a dead dog. Indeed, as Ying Zheng said, he was half dead.
Li Shui said to Ji Ming: "You should raise your head, we are going to take pictures of you."
Ji Ming reluctantly raised his head, but how could he still have the strength to lift it up?
A young eunuch with a keen eye brought a stone and placed it on Ji Ming's chin, forcing him to raise his head.
The courtiers were very satisfied when they saw Ji Ming's appearance.
After being beaten like this, the soul should be very weak. Take thirty or fifty photos. If the person is still alive, then the harm of the camera is not as great as everyone thinks.
Three cameras, after a series of complicated operations, took 60 photos of Ji Ming.
After the filming, Ji Ming was still alive.
Not only was he still alive, perhaps because he lay on the ground for a while and regained consciousness, he seemed much more alive than before.
As a result, the courtiers were speechless.
Ying Zheng waved his hand and asked someone to take Ji Ming down.
Li Shui looked at the courtiers with a smile: "My lords, do you have any questions?"
The courtiers looked at each other.
Finally, someone said: "Perhaps Ji Ming has a special physique. Just because this camera is not effective for him does not mean it is not effective for everyone."
Li Shui: "..."
Is this guy quite scientific? Do I have to get you a large sample? A double-blind controlled trial?
Li Shui walked over step by step, looked at the man and said, "How about I try it on you?"
The courtier immediately shrank back.
Chunyu Yue cleared his throat and stood up.
He said to Ying Zheng: "Your Majesty, I have seen it just now. This camera does not seem to do much harm to people. However... whether it does no harm at all still needs to be demonstrated."
"What the old minister means is that the Immortal can use a camera to take pictures. However, the consent of others must be obtained. If ordinary people are photographed without permission, then the people can file a lawsuit and ask the Immortal to compensate."
Ying Zheng nodded: "Yes."
Chunyu Yue added: "In addition, mountains, rivers, swamps, sun, moon and stars are not allowed to be photographed."
Li Shui was a little puzzled: "Why not?"
Chunyu Yue said: "There are mountain gods in the mountains, and water gods in the water. The sun, moon and stars all have spirituality. If your camera can really steal souls, you will definitely disturb them if you take pictures of the mountains, rivers and swamps. If they get angry, My Majesty, if you no longer protect our country, Qin, won’t the world be in chaos?”
Li Shui looked at Chunyu Yue dumbfounded: "Didn't you say that the son is silent and has strange powers and chaos?"
Chunyu Yue said calmly: "You still have to have a sense of awe."
Li Shui was a little helpless. Okay, I’ve let you say both the pros and cons, whatever you say is right.
Ying Zheng nodded in agreement again.
At this time, the young eunuch could finally announce the dispersal of the dynasty.
Ying Zheng left, and the courtiers also left in twos and threes.
On the way out of the palace, these courtiers always felt that something was missing, as if they had forgotten something important.
Suddenly, someone said: "Where has Master Han Mei gone? Why can't you see him?"
A person next to him said: "You are really confused. Didn't Han Mei have some evil intentions and was caught?"
The man before patted his forehead: "Yes, it seems so. Alas, I was so upset just now that I forgot about Han Mei. We have known each other for many years, so we should actually beg for mercy for him."
The person next to him said: "Who says it's not the case? It's just that this camera is so incredible. Anyone who sees it will be surprised."
The man from before nodded and said, "Do you think this camera can steal souls?"
Many people nearby came over and said, "I would rather believe that it exists than that it doesn't exist."
Ever since, the topic quickly turned to cameras again, and as for Han Mei, no one mentioned it again.
Li Shui and Li Xin did not leave the palace, they went to the alchemy room.
Wei Yang and Fu Yao are waiting over there.
Weiyang holds a photo in her hand, which is Li Xin's photo.
She gestured to Li Xin and couldn't help but smile: "General Li, this camera is really magical. The person in the painting looks exactly like you."
Li Xin was a little depressed: "That's my soul, can it be different?"
Wei Yang looked at him in surprise: "Soul?"
Li Xin said: "Many adults in the court said that this camera can steal people's souls and lock them in this piece of paper, so they are lifelike and lifelike."
Wei Yang looked in disbelief: "This...can't be true, right?"
Li Shui said to Weiyang: "Don't listen to their nonsense. What do those old scholars know? I made the camera. Don't I know if it can steal souls?"
Li Xin said from the side: "I didn't believe it at first, but then I thought about it carefully. Brother Huai, you seem to have never taken photos. Why is that?"
Li Shui coughed dryly: "My photos don't look good, not as good-looking as Brother Li."
Li Xin frowned and asked, "Really?"
Li Shui nodded vigorously: "Of course it is true."
In fact, Li Shui refused to take pictures, of course it was not because he looked bad. The main reason is that Shangjun Villa cannot produce color photos yet, and Xianglizhu is busy studying feces, so the progress of color cameras has slowed down.
After taking the black and white photos, Li Shui always felt like a portrait, so he refused to take them.
As for Li Xin and others... no one in the Qin Dynasty had seen the portrait anyway.
The ignorant should be fearless.
Wei Yang trusts Li Shui and is happy to try new things.
She said to Li Shui: "I heard that you brought a camera to the palace today? Can you take a picture of me too?"
Li Shui scratched his head: "Yes, yes, but... I suggest you wait."
Wei Young asked Li Shui curiously: "Why?"
Li Xin began to look at Li Shui suspiciously again: "Brother Huai, tell me honestly how much of my soul is left."
Li Shui: "..."
In the end, Li Shui was forced to have no choice but to cough dryly and said to Weiyang: "The princess's country is beautiful and fragrant, so the photos taken will be very beautiful. But... the technology is limited now, so we can only take black and white photos."
"In this case, this photo will not be able to show the beauty of the princess. Why don't the princess wait for a few months and wait until I make a color camera, and then we can take the photo."
Weiyang thought for a while and said with some disappointment: "That's it."
Fu Yao next to him suddenly said: "Master, I heard you say before that after this photo was taken, there was a thin glass plate?"
Li Shui hummed.
Fu Yao said: "If we hire a skilled painter to color the people and scenery on the glass plate, wouldn't it be possible to make color photos?"
When Li Shui heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up: "That's right."
Early color photos seem to have been made using this method.
Li Shui immediately asked Wujiao to send an order to the craftsmen of Shangjun Courtyard to study the coloring issue immediately.
Half an hour later, Wujiao came back.
Li Shui asked: "What do the craftsmen say? Can it be made?"
Wujiao cupped his hands and said with a smile: "After hearing the suggestion of banishing the immortal, all the craftsmen were full of praise. They said that just one word from the banished immortal made them enlightened."
"Now they are experimenting with different materials. This color photo can be produced in as little as one night or as long as one or two days."
Li Shui nodded with satisfaction.
Wei Young's face turned red with excitement.
At this time, Fu Yao handed over a book and said to Li Shui: "Master, I finished this book after I came back from Beidi County. See if there is any possibility of making money."
Li Shui looked at it and saw on the cover of the book: Journey to the North.
Li Shui was stunned: "Journey to the North? Riding on the popularity of Journey to the West?"
Fu Yao blushed a little and coughed dryly: "It's just that the names are similar, but the contents are different. It talks about some things about my disciple in Beidi County."
Li Shui said: "That's even more popular."
He looked at the author. The author's name was: There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty.
Li Shui asked: "Who is this Beiming Youyu?"
Fu Yao coughed again: "That's me. The book said some good things about Beidi County's governance. My disciple was worried that some people would say that I was boasting, so I couldn't use my real name and gave him a different nickname."
Li Shui was stunned: "Okay, the pen name has come out."
Under the pen name, there is also a line of large words: Princess Weiyang accidentally came across this book and praised it so much that she couldn't let go of the scroll. She didn't know the taste of meat for three months.
"This..." Li Shui looked at Wei Young in surprise.
Weiyang was a little helpless: "He must add this sentence. What to say... I have written many books. If I think they are good, others will definitely buy them."
Li Shui gave Fu Yao a thumbs up: "There is a way."
After opening the text, Li Shui was even more stunned.
It is not densely packed with text, but a painting.
What comes into view is a low and dilapidated city gate. A group of people were riding horses into the city gate.
In the farmland outside the city gate, there were several old farmers with bent backs plowing the fields. The seedlings are listless and growing poorly.
Outside the city gate, there were many beggars in ragged clothes, all of them sallow and thin, looking desperate.
A few strokes of painting, but some flavor is drawn.
Next to this painting, there are two concise lines: When Mr. Fu Yao first entered Yiqu City, he saw this scene: all the industries were in ruins, the vegetation was withered and yellow, the Guizhou head had no food to eat, and the clothes were not enough to cover the body. I don’t know why I was born, and I don’t know why I died.
Turning to the next page, there is the same simple drawing, describing the poverty of Beidi County, the dullness of the people, and the intrusion by bandits.
After three or four pages of this, Fu Yao's face appeared.
A little young master stood in front of the government office. He clenched his fists and looked determined.
The text next to it is: Beidi County is the border of our great Qin Dynasty. This place has been in decline for a long time. Successive county governors tried to make a difference, but none of them succeeded. However, Master Fu Yao decided to do his best to improve the place. Just because he is His Majesty's prince, just because he is the son of Da Qin, just because he is the disciple of the Exalted Immortal. Although there are ten thousand people, I will go. This is Mr. Fu Yao. A young hero.
Li Shui was amazed and said to Fu Yao: "How did you come up with this thing?"
Fu Yao said with some guilt: "My disciple's writing style is naturally not as good as my sister's. There are often hundreds of thousands of words, and I can't write them. And it's too long, and I feel tired just reading it."
"So I found a few painters, mainly pictures, supplemented by words, and came up with such a book."
"Master, do you think...it's okay?"
