The system does not want to discuss mathematics and poetry with Jing Changjia.
As a high-dimensional digital life, it can appreciate the beauty of life mathematically; but the beauty of poetry is extremely far away from it.
So it stopped its chattering sound machine and silently used its energy to restore Jing Changjia's body.
The record it tried playing was surprisingly good, and it has been continuously providing energy to it. Although there is still a big energy gap between it and normal operation, there is no problem in making Jing Changjia feel better.
While Jing Changjia closed his eyes and thought, energy gradually radiated from the depths of his brain, slowly infiltrating his bones.
Suddenly, a wave of energy converted from strong emotional fluctuations once again filled the system's energy bank.
The Interconnection System of All Realms was confused for a moment, and turned its sights to the source of the energy.
Under the torrent of time, the rising sun of Hongchao has risen, shining warmly on the world.
But such sunlight could not warm the depressing court meeting in Zichen Palace.
Yesterday's news that Yang Yiheng was furious had spread throughout the capital quietly, and all the ministers attending the court today were acting with their tails between their legs.
At this time, all the ministers lowered their heads and eyebrows, listening carefully to the report coming from the center of the hall.
"...I and other soldiers were divided into four groups, heading out of the capital to Yongding Gate, Pingze Gate, Qihua Gate, and Anding Gate respectively. They went to Xishan, Shenlie Mountain, Nanhaizi and other villages outside the capital. They could all see the sky in the sky. Unknown things.”
Yesterday, the commander of the Zhenfu Division, Lin Huo, was imprisoned. This time, it was the deputy commander, Fang Yan, who led the team. The cavalrymen of Zhenfusi set out from all directions of the capital, galloping all day and night, and returned just before the court meeting.
Fang Yan is different from Lin Huo. He thinks that he has no friendship with the Prince of Yunzhong. When I first saw the phantom in the sky in Zhenfusi, I suspected that it was a deception trick by the Yunzhong County Prince and his immediate boss.
But as the confidant Tiqi who rushed to other directions returned one after another with news, Fang Yan's speculation became more and more shaken.
Any method or technique is essentially a means of deceiving the people. No alchemy can cast phantoms on such a large scale.
This is no ordinary means.
Is it possible that the Prince of Yunzhong County is really a man from heaven...?
With such suspicion in his heart, he was even more afraid to speak casually. After reporting truthfully, Fang Yan quietly stepped aside.
The young emperor on the dragon throne looked gloomy, and the court ministers under the dragon throne also lowered their heads, not daring to express their opinions easily.
"Tell me, why don't you all dare to speak up?" Yang Yiheng put his face on his hands and spoke in a cold voice, "When we were discussing how to deal with Jing Changjia, didn't the dear ones have great ideas?"
Hearing this, the courtiers couldn't help but look at He Qingji, who was in charge.
A few days ago, this Grand Scholar of Wenhua Palace advocated that the Prince of Yunzhong County be imprisoned and beheaded, and he would slander anyone who dared to oppose him.
He Qingji did not back down. He stepped forward directly and said loudly: "Your Majesty, the top priority is to understand the opinions of the people in and outside the capital in a timely manner. The death of the Prince of Yunzhong County is strange, and this matter may be a loophole for others."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Fang Yan: "I wonder if Deputy Commander Fang has heard anything about his trip to Beijing this time?"
Fang Yan: "..."
He thought for a while before replying: "Your Majesty, this time I led the team out of the capital, but I heard some rumors about Yunzhong County Prince. But most of them are related to the immortals coming to earth. I haven't heard more comments yet. explain."
In Fang Yan's view, Prince Yunzhong ascended and lowered his phantom in the daytime just yesterday. This kind of new news has been enough for the people to talk about for more than a month. In just one day and night, there is still no strange comment.
Although some people wonder why corrupt officials can still rise to the top, this matter is not suitable for public discussion in the court.
"Your Majesty, if I think that the illusory curtain in the sky will not retreat, it must be because Prince Yunzhong still has some unfinished business. No matter what he wants to do, the top priority is to order the people not to gaze at the illusory curtain."
"Master Zhang is really good at telling jokes. That illusion curtain is hanging in the sky. Do you mean to tell the people not to raise their heads?"
"What's the difference between this kind of behavior and cowardice before fighting?!"
"Although the Prince of Yunzhong has gone, many of the servants in the Prince's Mansion are still there. It is better to imprison them until the Prince of Yunzhong can take action."
They were noisy and no one noticed that Yang Yiheng's face was getting darker and darker.
He Qingji was listening attentively. He caught a glimpse of Yang Yiheng's patient look from the corner of his eye. He was immediately startled and said in a loud voice: "I thought——"
The hall suddenly fell silent.
He Qingji lowered his head and spoke very carefully: "Since Prince Yunzhong became involved in court affairs, he has taken care of the country in all aspects of border control, agricultural support, expansion of the treasury, and talent selection."
He said for a moment, then carefully raised his head to look at Yang Yiheng. Seeing that Yang Yiheng's expression softened slightly, he continued: "I think that we should stay still and wait and see what happens."
"If he directly slanders Your Majesty next time, can you bear it, Mr. He?"
"I can't bear it." He Qingji said calmly, "But Master Zhang, if Prince Yunzhong really does this, can you still fly to the sky and stop his mouth?"
Mr. Zhang’s voice paused.
After He Qingji denounced Zhang Guo, the Minister of Rites, he bowed to the imperial palace: "The Prince of Yunzhong County is by no means a person who will seek revenge, but... before he ascended to the throne, he also had some misunderstandings with many ministers in the court. At this time, he acted rashly, I'm afraid I might be irritated. It would be safer if we first send people to investigate the rumors in and outside the capital, and then wait and see what the Yunzhong County Prince wants to do."
Zhang Wei couldn't help but glare at He Qingji.
"There is a slight misunderstanding with the minister of the DPRK"... This old sly man said it really lightly. But looking at the emperor's face, Zhang Guo suppressed his desire to refute.
After all, Prince Yunzhong is related to His Majesty. If he continues to insist that he has evil intentions at this time, I am afraid that His Majesty will be angered.
In just this short moment, the Grand Scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion came out of the queue and said loudly: "I second the proposal."
"I second the proposal!"
"Okay." Yang Yiheng nodded and said, "Then according to what He Aiqing said, let's see what my good brother wants to do."
After he finished speaking, he stood up and left.
…
After retreating from the court, Zhang Yu couldn't help but walked quickly to He Qingji and asked in a low voice: "Master He, do you really think so?"
As he spoke, he pointed at the gray and black tiles in the sky.
He Qingji laughed when he heard this.
He stroked his beard and looked up at the sky. That gray-black square object looks the same no matter where you look at it. No matter whether you climb higher or lower, the distance does not change.
Wherever it is placed, even the sunlight cast by it will become warm and cool.
This thing looks very much like Jing Changjia himself.
He Qingji looked back and smiled: "What do I think, does it matter?" After saying this, he handed over his hands and left: "I have something else to do, Mr. Zhang will see you off soon."
He had other thoughts in his mind, but they had not yet been expressed.
It is inconvenient to talk to others about my thoughts.
…
While there was a lot of discussion in Beijing about the phantom in the sky, Jing Changjia was tinkering with the projector in the ward.
His fingers have become much more flexible in the past two days, and he can already use chopsticks to pick up food clumsily. He quietly put the live broadcast on the agenda.
But the ward is really not a suitable place for live broadcast. Although the modern ward can open Hongchao people's eyes, it is far from shocking.
Jing Changjia thought about it and asked his family to buy him a projector.
Yang Heng watched him slowly adjust the position of the projector and couldn't help but ask: "Brother, what do you want to do?"
"Try the new stuff now." Jing Changjia said.
He has spent too long in the past and future, and has no basic understanding of the popular technological gadgets now. Unfortunately, the TV in the ward can only watch TV drama channels. It is basically useless except for providing some background sounds during meals.
But this projector is also very different from what Jing Changjia thought. Although baby toys in the future world can project three-dimensional scenes, currently popular projectors on the market can only project flat surfaces.
He tinkered with it for a while and had no choice but to give up.
However, when Yang Heng saw that he was no longer interested, he took the remote control and logged into his account skillfully, selected a game live broadcast and started watching it.
Jing Changjia let him go, while he took out his sketchbook and drew a cross after the word "projector".
The projection effect is not good, maybe we have to use a big screen...
I don’t know how much a 100-inch ultra-thin TV costs now. If the effect is not good, maybe he needs a room as a dedicated live broadcast room...
In this case, we still have to wait until he is discharged from the hospital before we can do things conveniently.
But if I need a live broadcast room, is there any extra room at home?
Jing Changjia thought about it carefully and found that he couldn't even remember what his home looked like.
He has been away from home...for too long indeed.
It was hard to tell whether the heavy feeling in his heart was sadness or emotion, so Jing Changjia sighed quietly.
The game duel in the projection is fierce, and the skill light effects of scattered fire provide enough visual stimulation. Jing Changjia's heart moved and he suddenly asked: "System, does the live broadcast have to be me?"
"Theoretically, this is true," the system said.
In theory.
"Then you can broadcast other things." Jing Changjia said firmly, "I am in the hospital now and have to use crutches to walk. This is definitely not for people to watch. But if you don't broadcast live for a long time, your energy supply cannot keep up. , neither can."
The system asked warily: "So?"
"So we can broadcast something else." Jing Changjia told it with a smile.
