The empress looked at the man talking in surprise, and her impression of Zhao An was once again refreshed in her heart.
Her dog slave actually knows astronomy!
"So you can fix the calendar?"
"Your Majesty, this is not difficult. As long as you find the old almanac and cooperate with Si Tianjian's engraving, you can deduce the specific number of days."
"If you help Si Tianjian handle this matter, I will reward you. From today on, you will serve as Si Tianjian's director."
The empress had selfish motives.
To put it bluntly, the current Si Tianjian is a freeloader. He can't pray for rain or correct the calendar. If Zhao An is put up, he won't show up for ten days and a half, and there will be no problem.
"Master Zhao, are you willing to help Zhou Sizheng?" the empress asked coldly, with murderous intent in her words.
Mr. Zhao shrank his neck and nodded like he was pecking rice. Of course he is willing.
They are both members of the Duke's party, he is not a good person as the Chief Tian Supervisor, and Chen Guogong will not intercede for him. Now he is demoted to a deputy, which is like smoking in the ancestral grave.
"While everyone is retreating, Zhou Sizheng is staying. I have something to say."
The empress waved her hand, and Cui Wengong and Liu Guangji left. Zhao An looked at the unhappy face and touched his nose, "Your Majesty, do you have anything to say?"
"Mr. Zhou, are you having fun playing outside?"
The empress came in front of her, her phoenix eyes filled with disdain.
Zhao An had a straight face and protested strongly. He had been doing business outside. When did he go to play?
"How did I hear that you secretly had a private meeting with Miss Ling from Hongxiu Zhai on the second floor and talked for a long time before leaving?"
"How can your Majesty falsely accuse someone of innocence out of thin air? Is this the kind of person I am?"
"Really, you named yourself Emperor Zhou, are you going to heaven?"
As expected, the empress was still thinking about those words she had deliberately tested before.
Zhao An said angrily: "It's just a name. If Your Majesty doesn't like it, I can change it to Zhou Daniu, Dog on Tuesday, Cannon on Wednesday..."
"Shut up."
The empress suddenly waved her fist, and Zhao An subconsciously took a step back.
The two looked at each other, feeling distant from each other in a trance.
In the past, Zhao An would have definitely dared to hold her little hand and pull her into his arms, but since the temptation that night, there is now an extra layer of estrangement between them.
The empress felt very uncomfortable, but didn't know what to say, so she turned around to review the memorial.
Zhao An said: "If nothing happens, I will leave."
"Stop and tell me what's going on outside."
She asked about paper sales.
According to secret reports, major paper stores in the capital were overcrowded when they were on sale, and officials sent their servants to rush to buy them. She was worried that something bad would happen.
Zhao An said slowly: "Your Majesty is in the mood to care about this, so why not think about how to protect me after the new paper is released."
"You are so capable, do you still need my protection?"
The empress spoke with disdain, but raised her eyes and looked over, reminding: "The paper is of great importance. If you touch Chen Guogong's sore spot this time, he will kill you at any cost, so after you finish your business outside the palace, come back as soon as possible." Bar."
"Your Majesty, are you missing me? We haven't been separated for too long, right?"
"Get out."
The empress slapped the table, her eyebrows raised high and murderous.
Zhao An took the opportunity to run away.
Should she say it or not, the imperial aura on her body became thicker and thicker.
This is a good thing. Leaving her and letting her try to mediate with the court officials independently will always help her grow a little.
In Sitian Prison.
Zhao Wenchang called officials of all sizes to pay homage to the newly appointed Lord Sizheng. Even Zhao Wenchang got the documents from the Ministry of Personnel, which saved Zhao An from making a trip in person.
These people are not good at doing serious business, but they are good at flattery.
Si Tianjian has two chief and deputy chiefs, and now there are three people including Zhao Wenchang, plus the young supervisor, judge, professor, Guan Gou, etc., totaling more than thirty people.
Zhao An took a quick look and saw that Lu Kefang was all hairy, and he thought they were just good-for-nothings.
The projects that Si Tianjian is mainly responsible for, such as calendar calculation, surveying and mapping, and astronomy, are all incompetent for them.
"This is Shaojian Zhou, this is..."
Zhao Wenchang was still beside him tirelessly introducing the names of the officials.
Zhao An didn't remember any of them, and with a cold face, he pulled the six professors in charge of calendar calculations over and slapped them until their buttocks started crying.
"Sir, please spare my life! I know I was wrong—"
The screams came one after another, frightening all the officials.
Zhao An didn't waste any time after beating the man. He told Zhao Wenchang to look for the old calendar and continued to take charge of the operation of Si Tianjian before running away.
Zhao An will replace these people. In addition, he also plans to place some good people in Sitian Prison, who may come in handy one day.
Of course, Si Tianjian is, after all, a platform of authority that can be used to do things and research things.
It was already noon when we returned to the Imperial College, and Zhao An was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back.
When I arrived at the dining room, I saw someone fighting. It was the son of another general from the Fifth Army Governor's Mansion. He led a few dandies to beat up the young man who was admonishing the doctor, that is, the labor committee member, and put his job on his head. , causing many people to watch and laugh.
The admonishment master was beaten so hard that he naturally had no ability to fight back, so he was so angry that he wanted to impeach him.
Then he was pressed to the ground and rubbed.
Zhao An was very satisfied with the result and asked someone to bring some food back.
In the quiet room, Xu Ruqing took off her veil and ate quietly. When she heard the news, she couldn't help frowning.
The Imperial College was a place for teaching and educating people, but she still felt a little guilty.
Zhao An said contemptuously: "You don't naively think that if you change the labor committee member, they won't take action, right? These young masters won't obey anyone, so let them fight. The more joyful the fight is, the more the pattern of the court will change. If you were an admonishing doctor and saw your son being beaten up, what would you do?"
"Of course, to impeach their father and commit murder!" Xu Ruqing opened her mouth and then fell silent.
Before coming here, Zhao An had said that she was going to do this. She was a little skeptical at first, but she didn't expect the effect to be immediate.
The officials at Yushitai are the best at trolling people. There will be a good show tomorrow morning.
Next, Zhao An instilled some skills into Xu Ruqing, such as summoning several class cadres individually and asking them to join the literary club to deepen their relationship with each other.
In this way, when one is bullied, the others will help.
When these guys join forces, the situation will change.
In addition, Zhao An will not be idle, and will continue to find things for Chen Guogong to do, making him worry about one thing and the other.
Xu Ruqing said seriously: "Master Puyuan has been invited away by the Chen family for a while. If they persuade Puyuan to kill you, you will be finished."
Zhao An shrugged, noncommittal.
After the meal, the two left the Imperial College together.
Xu Ruqing had already made an agreement with Chu Liuyun that her focus was on the literary society and that she would come to the Imperial College from time to time to teach. She was not afraid of the noisy group, so she ordered the monitor and study committee members to take care of it.
On the streets of Beijing, many people gathered in front of a distant paper shop, seemingly arguing about something.
The two of them greeted him curiously.
