The strongest nine thousand years old

"Yuwen Qing?" Yan Yunzheng blurted out.

Chen Dong went to the palace to ask Yan Yunzheng for permission, and also told him about the test paper being stolen.

Yan Yunzheng and Chen Dong had the same idea, both believed that it was done by the aristocratic family. Among the young generation of the aristocratic family, only Yu Wenqing had such strength.

"Have you seen him take action?" Chen Dong asked.

Yan Yunzheng shook his head. "It is rumored in the army that he is an extraordinary martial artist and can behead an enemy general in a crowd of thousands of soldiers. But no one knows exactly what rank he is."

Chen Dong sighed deeply, "Why is it so difficult to do something?"

Yan Yunzheng nodded in agreement. The constraints and pressure from all sides were like mountains surrounding him from all sides, making it hard for him to breathe.

Chen Dong simply opened up a narrow path for her. Although the path was narrow, she could already see the road ahead.

Yan Yunzheng looked at Chen Dong, his eyes softer than ever before.

After drafting the imperial edict and affixing its seal, Chen Dong immediately handed it to Yan Shisan who was waiting behind him.

"Ride as fast as you can and deliver it to the governor's offices of each state." Chen Dong instructed.

Yan Shisan also knew the urgency of the matter, and said solemnly: "If you delay the important matter, I will bring my head to you!"

Yan Shisan turned and left, his steps quick and steady.

Chen Dong let out a long sigh.

I just hope they can act quickly and not delay the first imperial examination. This is not only a national event, but also related to Yan Yunzheng's future layout in the court.

Chen Dong cleaned out a group of ministers who were against Yan Yunzheng, just in time to make room for these imperial examination students.

He closed the door and walked into the bedroom.

Chen Dong was preoccupied with something and no longer had the heart to flirt with Yan Yunzheng.

Yan Yunzheng comforted Chen Dong in turn, "Don't worry, it will be fine. The black-clad swordsman didn't expect you to move so quickly."

"Fast? It takes me one hour every time." Chen Dong said deliberately.

Yan Yunzheng felt helpless, "Go, go, go find your queen and concubine, don't make dirty jokes in front of me."

"I've been running around for you so much, and you just send me away like this. You're really like a fool." Chen Dong said dissatisfiedly.

Yan Yunzheng looked helpless, "What do you want?"

"Play the flute." Chen Dong said with a smile.

Yan Yunzheng snorted heavily, "I knew you were thinking about those messed up things! Forget about playing the flute, do you want to listen to the piano?"

Chen Dong's eyes lit up, "You can do this?"

Yan Yunzheng took out a guqin from the cabinet and plucked the strings with his slender hands. A melodious and graceful sound came out, as clear and pleasant as a bird's song.

Her green fingers plucked the strings of the zither, and also the strings of Chen Dong's heart. Her oval face, as white as mutton fat jade, exuded a faint joy, and her eyes, as bright as stars, reflected the silhouette of Chen Dong.

Chen Dong stared at her figure intently, a hint of obsession flashing in his eyes.

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The sky is bright.

Yan Yunzheng looked at Chen Dong, who had no sign of sleeping, and couldn't help but smile.

The stars were shining brightly last night, and he was so fascinated by the sound of the piano that he fell asleep without realizing it.

Yan Yunzheng knew that he had been busy and tired recently, so he couldn't bear to wake him up and covered him with a thin blanket.

Now, the quilt had already been kicked aside, and Chen Dongcheng was lying on the ground in a "Tai" shape with his legs spread out.

Yan Yunzheng's eyes fell on the raised dot of the word "太" and he couldn't help but spit, "You are so unserious so early in the morning."

"Is this a normal physiological reaction?" Chen Dong's abrupt voice startled Yan Yunzheng, "Come, repeat after me, eat Enchen, Bowobo."

"What a mess." Yan Yunzheng cursed with a smile.

Suddenly, her face froze, "You are..."

"I told you it's a physiological reaction, why don't you believe it?" Chen Dong spread his hands, "Oh, right, I forgot you don't have it, you are a chickenless person."

Yan Yunzheng frowned and said, "I'm talking to you seriously! Chi Enchen, why do you pronounce it like that?"

"Pinyin. You're a fool." Chen Dong suddenly paused.

He had just woken up and his brain hadn't reacted yet. Now he realized that Dayan didn't have Chinese pinyin yet.

"I'm going to find Lord Yang. Your chance to increase your reputation has come again!" Chen Dong ran out in a hurry.

Yan Yunzheng called out twice, but failed to keep Chen Dong.

"What kind of fish is Jiulouyu?" Yan Yunzheng looked puzzled.

Hanlin Academy.

When Chen Dong found Lord Yang, the old man was directing the craftsmen to print new test papers.

The test papers were snatched away and the previous set can no longer be used.

When each group of people left Beijing, in addition to taking away a set of movable type wood carvings, they also took away new test papers that Yang Ge Lao had temporarily prepared.

All things are difficult at the beginning. The first set of test papers required them to brainstorm and plan together. For the second set of test papers, Yang Ge Lao made slight modifications based on the first set of test papers and it was done.

"Don't worry, Eunuch Chen. The craftsmen are all experienced and will not delay the printing of the test papers." When Lord Yang saw Chen Dong, he thought he was here to supervise the work.

Chen Dong waved his hand, "Master Yang, let's talk in the room."

Elder Yang and Chen Dong walked into the room curiously, and saw the other party scribbling on a piece of paper.

"Master Yang, do you recognize these words?" Chen Dong asked.

Yang Ge Lao said with some dissatisfaction: "Dayan is victorious and its power is overwhelming. I am not old and my eyesight is dim yet."

Chen Dong marked the pinyin on these eight characters, "Please look, Mr. Yang, I call these letters pinyin."

Chen Dong explained to Yang Ge Lao in detail the usage of pinyin and the usefulness of the four tones.

Yang Ge Lao was a great scholar who was well-versed in poetry and books. He understood the usage of pinyin as soon as he heard it, but he didn't understand what the use of it was.

"Pinyin is very useful. It can help illiterate people read articles." Chen Dong said.

Lord Yang still looked unconvinced.

Chen Dong immediately found two people to conduct the experiment.

One of them was taught how to read by Yang Ge Lao, and the other was taught pinyin by Chen Dong.

After an hour, Professor Yang Ge Lao's people could barely recognize more than 30 words, while Professor Chen Dong's people could already read an article of more than 1,000 words.

Yang Ge Lao was greatly shocked and felt a strong impact in his heart. He even suspected that all the books he had read for more than 40 years had been in vain.

"Eunuch Chen is indeed a scholar. I admire him." Lord Yang sighed with a complicated look in his eyes.

Chen Dong corrected him: "Mr. Yang is wrong. This was His Majesty's idea."

Lord Yang looked at Chen Dong deeply. He was modest and prudent, no wonder he had become such a popular figure around His Majesty.

"Your Majesty, please rest assured that I will spread this art of pinyin throughout the world!" Yang Ge Lao said solemnly.

"Everyone has books to read, and everyone can read. Dayan's culture and education are prosperous, and Eunuch Chen has made great contributions." Yang Ge Lao bowed to Chen Dong, and Chen Dong quickly reached out to support him.

"It's all for Your Majesty." Chen Dong said.

After teaching Yang Ge Lao the method of learning pinyin, Chen Dong returned to the palace.

It’s time to fulfill the bet he made with the Minister of Revenue.

The next day, there will be a meeting.

In the meeting hall.

The atmosphere was silent and solemn.