My historian is dying every day

A look of surprise flashed across Qi Yu's face.There was an inquiring smile on the corner of his lips, and he sat up slightly.

"The river is self-governing? What does that mean?"

Wen Yanzhishun replied: "My Majesty, there is a saying in the "Mo Jing" that 'strength is the reason for shape', which means that the operation of things is the effect of force. The sediment deposition in Huainan rivers is due to the insufficient force of flowing water. To disperse the sand and gravel. If the power of flowing water can be increased enough to disperse the sediment, the riverbed can be lowered and the negative pressure of the embankment can be reduced.”

——Increase the power of water flow?

These words flashed across Qi Yu's mind like a golden light.

Enhancing the power of the water flow is to make the water flow more turbulent and increase the load on the river bed, then...

"You mean building high dams and narrowing the river?" Qi Yu asked suddenly.

Wen Yanzhi, who was kneeling in the hall, heard the words, kowtowed silently, and said softly, "My Majesty, the matter of water conservancy repairs is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Industry. I don't dare to overdo it. What Grand Master Zhou said, boldly speak out, and present my humble opinion, I hope the emperor will think twice."

The smile on the corners of Qi Yu's lips gradually deepened, looking at Wen Yanzhi's prostrated back and the back of his head wearing a black gauze cap, he said strangely: "Since it is a matter under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Industry, you are a small internal history, why are you so obsessed with water conservancy matters?" Know it well?"

Wen Yanzhi stood up straight, with no expression on his face: "Reporting to the emperor, such truths are all contained in books. My minister is just reading."

Qi Yu: "..."

Sounds so humble.

But why do I always feel that he is saying that I don't study?By the way, I also said that none of my officials read books.

Qi Yu lowered his eyes to look at Wen Yanzhi's solemn and handsome face, and always had the illusion that he saw Wen Jiuling's double image on it.

Eyes hurt.

Wen Yanzhi still had that dull look, he just bowed and then fell down, and then he really knelt down.

Looking at the back of Wen Yanzhi walking out of the imperial study room, Qi Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, until the sand-green figure disappeared behind the palace wall, and then slowly looked away.

Qi Yu was thoughtful.

Suddenly, he called out, "Zhou Fu."

Eunuch Zhou hurried up to obey orders.

"Go to the Ministry of Officials for me," Qi Yu ordered while picking up the next memorial, "Bring me Wen Yanzhi's case."

Zhou Fu shivered and took the order to go.

As the sun was setting and the west was sinking, Wen Yanshang handed over a day's memorandum of internal history, and finally came out of the Qianyuan Gate.On the way, I ran into several Lingcheng and translators from Honglu Temple, who were finishing the translation of the Uighur gift list from the inner hall of the Jiufu, and went to have a drink together.

Although several of them had higher ranks than Wen Yanzhi, Wen Yanzhi was the son of their boss after all, so after meeting each other, he hurried over to greet him politely, and asked him with a smile if he wanted to go with him.Coincidentally, Lin Cuizhong, the Chancellor of Honglu Temple, was seriously ill, and the imperial physician in the palace did not heal after seeing him. He heard that he wanted to resign, so this time he could use Wen Yanzhi to find out what his father and his majesty meant.

Wen Yanzhi knew in his heart what they were for, and now that he was in front of the imperial court, although he spoke lightly, he occupied a sensitive position.If someone with a heart wants to take advantage of this, what to do with the Wen family, even a small matter can make him more muddy than muddy water.

Besides, he didn't want to go at all, so he just said that he was unwell, and said goodbye to everyone very politely.Several translators looked good, after all, they were the same age as Wen Yanzhi, but Ling Cheng was a little embarrassed, but he didn't dare to show embarrassment to his boss's son, so he didn't force it.

Wen Yanzhi walked all the way back to his small courtyard, and bought a handful of shallots from the vegetable vendor at the fast food stall on the street, planning to go back and cook some noodles to eat.

After walking two steps, I felt that the heat should be cleared away, so I went back and bought two bitter gourds.

In the imperial study room where the palace lantern was first in charge, Zhou Fu put a stack of case records on Qi Yu's desk.

"So many?" Qi Yu was a little surprised. Looking at the stack of dozens of pages of criminal records, he felt that the criminal records of any minister in his memory were thicker.

Zhou Fudao: "Your Majesty, the fact is that the records of Wen Sheren before he became an official were recorded in the name of Mr. Wen of Honglu Temple. He still needs to inform the Ministry of Rites and Honglu Temple. The Ministry of Officials has to send them tomorrow, so this place is only Wen Sheren's case history after he became an official."

Qi Yu put down the pen in his hand, took the stack of paper, and frowned as soon as he scanned the first line: "He actually worked as a doctor in the Ministry of Industry?"

Then I turned back and found that they were all reference books edited by Wen Yanzhi in the Ministry of Industry - what "Zhou Chuan Jian", "Painted Liang Jian Book", "Edition of Palace Building Drawings"... There are about [-] books in total. , all of which are full of pictures and texts, and there are more than a dozen organs and molds designed by Wen Yanzhi for the warehouse of the Ministry of Industry. Even the first emperor praised it quite a lot.

Compiled and falsified books can be seen to be of great literary talent, and the transformation of mechanism molds by himself proves his pragmatism and wisdom.Qi Yu was puzzled, this Wen Yanzhi has done so many things, he must have stayed in the Ministry of Industry for many years, why didn't he have the slightest impression?

"When did Wen Yanzhi participate?"

Zhou Fu presented the yellow scroll in his hand: "Wensheren is the tester of Mingde's 18th year Chunwei.

Matilda 18 years?four years ago?

With a vague premonition in Qi Yu's heart, he opened the scroll, thinking that Wen Yanzhi must be the top three in the imperial examination.Sure enough—the vermilion handwriting on the front of the scroll is even the emperor's imperial pen, and there are two conclusive words written on it: Number One Scholar.

Wen Yanzhi is not a mere No. 18 player, but the champion of Mingde in [-] years.

Also attached to the volume are Wen Yanzhi’s essays for the exam. They are written in green bamboo and small regular script, and the style and style of the characters coexist, and the sentences are natural. Country, Spring and Autumn.

Qi Yu could hardly believe his eyes.

Is this really that idiot Wen Yanzhi?

He recalled a sentence Wen Yanzhi said before he left, thought over and over again, pondered for a long time, and suddenly made a decision.

"Zhou Fu, prepare the sedan chair."

At the end of the day, a sedan chair with blue brocade painted cranes came out of Qianyuan Gate.

Qi Yu was wearing a black shirt and was sitting in the sedan chair, slowly fanning his eyes and closing his eyes to rest, when suddenly he heard people's voices outside gradually becoming noisy.

Shaking and not walking for a long time, Zhou Fu said softly outside that the Mantis Alley is ahead.

Qi Yu opened his eyes, so close?

The sedan chair stopped, Zhou Fu properly supported Qi Yu to get down, led them to a small courtyard in the innermost alley, and said, "This is it."

Qi Yu looked up and saw bamboo lanterns hanging on both sides of the dark brown courtyard gate, without a plaque, and the courtyard wall was made of gray bricks, clean and tidy, with a sense of simplicity.

Zhou Fu was going to knock on the door, but he saw a red silk knot hanging in the middle of the courtyard door, as if to be pulled.

Eunuch Zhou was silent for a while, but he couldn't guess what he could do by pulling the knot, so he just raised his hand and knocked on the door three times in a polite manner, and then retreated to Qi Yu's side.

After a while, faint footsteps came from inside the door, and then there was a "click", and a small window opened on the plain door.

From the small window, Wen Yanzhi poked his head out, his delicate face imprinted with twilight, and his eyes looked out solemnly.

Qi Yu: "..."

Why get a small window?

Wen Yanzhi was stunned: "Emperor—"

"Hush." ​​Qi Yu raised his index finger to his lips.

Zhou Fu reminded: "Wen Sheren, why don't you invite us to drink tea?"

As if waking up from a dream, Wen Yanzhi quickly opened the courtyard door and welcomed Qi Yu and Zhou Fu in.