Chapter 69 Echo

Li Shizhen arrived in Beijing on May 17th. He had no time to rest after arriving. The next day he was invited to the palace to diagnose the emperor's pulse. This world-famous medicine king simply took the emperor's pulse and immediately made a diagnosis:

"It should be caused by a heavy blow to the back of the head. Judging from the current situation, the condition is not serious, but it will take a lot of effort to slowly dissolve the blood clot with blood-activating and blood-stasis-dissolving medicine."

Even if you are seriously ill, you should still be decent. The emperor lay on his back on the wide imperial couch without saying a word, and Li Zaifang asked all the questions for him:

"May I ask Doctor Li if this disease causes any problems?"

Although because the golden elixir offended the emperor, he was kicked to Hubei. But Lao Deng was still quite capable in doing things. Even when he was most furious, he did not cancel Li Shizhen's position in the Imperial Medical Service. He even paid his salary as usual, but asked the government to save it and pay it out later. This deliberate act of mercy left enough room for maneuver for today's matter, so Li Shizhen was very sincere:

"To answer your father-in-law's question, it's hard to talk about things in your head. For a disease like this, medicine won't be very effective. You still have to pay attention to maintenance."

The corners of Li Zaifang's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself, how come Doctor Li's temper hasn't changed at all after his visit to Hubei? Whether it is easy to cure or not is one thing, and the answer in front of the emperor is another matter. Could it be that His Majesty is asking you so earnestly because he really wants to learn some medical skills and pharmacology from you? Don’t people just want an attitude?

Who would like to hear an attitude but get only two harsh truths in return? In other words, we really cannot do without Imperial Doctor Li right now, otherwise Master Feixuan would have to drive him ten thousand miles away.

Li Zaifang could only try to deal with the situation and took out the pulse records and prescriptions written by the imperial doctors over the past few days and showed them to Li Shizhen for reference. Facts have proved that Doctor Li's temper has both advantages and disadvantages. Although it is frightening when he confronts Zhenjun, it is particularly pleasing when he confronts others. After reading the prescription, he quickly pointed out that the prescriptions written by the Imperial Medical Bureau were basically lukewarm. They would not make people sick but would not be good to eat, let alone be the right medicine for the disease. Even in the prescriptions for external application, the dosage of some irritating drugs was specially reduced.

This was the Imperial Medical Service's usual way of trying to please the Emperor. Seeing that Master Fei Xuan looked unhappy, Li Zaifang quickly shouted:

"You are so perfunctory and sloppy. What kind of heart do you have? You have lost all conscience in front of your king and father, let alone others? You are really deceiving God!"

Ever since the previous Emperor Wuzong was crippled by a physician from the Imperial Hospital at an advanced age, the current emperor has been quite suspicious of doctors in the capital, and has often criticized them in his words and deeds; so Li Zaifang had no psychological burden in publicly scolding the imperial physician - you know, one of the hobbies of Lord Feixuan Wanshou in his life was to prescribe medicine for himself when he was sick, and he never resorted to the help of quack doctors in the capital. If he were not so seriously injured that he dared not try any medicine, he might have sent someone to prepare a tonic for him.

But then again, perhaps it was precisely because he refused to believe in the Imperial Hospital that the True Lord was able to act so freely for so long - misfortunes often bring blessings, this is Da'an's specialty hell joke.

Li Shizhen had always been critical of the medical skills and moral character of his colleagues in the Imperial Hospital, but after hearing the inner court steward complain so loudly, even though he was silent for a moment, he still decided to defend his colleagues:

"Your Majesty is right. But this prescription is indeed difficult to prescribe. Many of the drugs conflict with the heat of the golden elixir. The heat of the elixir will cause pox, which will only increase your majesty's pain. When bedsores occur, festering and oozing, the situation will be very difficult to deal with."

Li Zaifang: …………

Li Zaifang's scalp felt numb.

Dad, living dad! He tried every possible way to change the subject and even started to curse in person, just to make this living father shut up and stop uttering the word "golden elixir"! What is "erysipelas" and what is "erysipelas"? You are not slapping Jindan's butt, you are clearly slapping our Zhenjun in the face!

Besides, Master Feixuan and Emperor Wanshou have been practicing the profound art of cultivation and have gained spiritual insights into the great Dao, communicating with the heaven and earth. They have already reached the point of perfection in merit and are only half a step away from ascending to the Daluo Heavenly Immortal. It would have been fine if he was harmed by a villain by accident, but how could he have contracted such a filthy and disgusting disease as bedsores with pus? The immortal body with perfect merits and virtues has actually fallen into such a foul and rotten state. Could it be that what the Taoist cultivated was a fake?

The last Tietouwa who dared to publicly say that the one he repaired was a fake has almost returned to private school. Today is certainly no exception. Even if it was difficult to deal with Li Shizhen for the time being, he might still vent his anger on Li Zaifang, the general manager.

But unexpectedly, the emperor lying on his back did not show any cold and cruel anger; his expression was still unfathomable, and he just bent his fingers and knocked on a small golden chime placed beside the imperial couch.

Li Zaifang was sweating profusely and quickly translated:

"If erysipelas comes up, can I take milk to detoxify it?"

Li Shizhen pondered for a moment and was slightly surprised:

"I have never heard of this prescription. But from a pharmacological point of view, milk is warm and astringent, which is indeed counteracting the effect of lead and mercury, which is hot and dispersing. Your Majesty, please give me your instructions. I will definitely try this medicine when I go down."

At this point, Li Shizhen couldn't help but pause, with a look of slight surprise on his face. In recent years, Imperial Physician Li has traveled far and wide in search of medical classics, determined to compile a unique book on pharmacology that covers ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad. His own knowledge has also broadened, and he believes that his pharmacology is no less than that of any famous doctor of the time. Unexpectedly, Master Feixuan casually mentioned a secret recipe that he had never heard of or even imagined. As a result, he was so eager to learn that he glanced at Master Feixuan unconsciously.

Such a look could be considered disrespectful in front of the emperor, but Zhenjun didn't mind at all. In the eyes of an old immortal like Fei Xuan Zhenjun who has a weird temperament, being straightforward also has its advantages. Although Li Shizhen's talk about erysipelas could make the old Taoist priests furious, when such people showed admiration and praise, the respect from the heart could also make the emperor feel elated and refreshed, which was a thousand times more powerful than the flattery of old foxes like Yan Fenyi and Xu Shaohu.

Therefore, a vague, unfathomable, and indecipherable smile appeared on Zhenjun's lips. If he was still strong and could still recite "clouds in the blue sky, water in the bottle", this would probably be another exhilarating performance of the shaman, but now he has been bedridden for a long time, and it looks more like he has suffered from facial paralysis.

After twitching in this unfathomable manner for a moment, he struck the golden chime again.

Li Zaifang said, "Doctor Li, His Majesty said that in addition to milk, there are also soy milk, tofu, spinach, etc., which are effective for erysipelas. You can try them all."

Li Shizhen was truly stunned. Elixir poisoning has always been a difficult problem for doctors. After the toxicity accumulates, the symptoms are so severe that even Hua Tuo had to be helpless. Even though Emperor Taizong of Tang and Emperor Xianzong were both highly respected, they could not escape from the golden elixir. Li Shizhen continued to study pharmacology in depth, and of course he was more aware of the various difficulties involved. The emperor was the richest man in the world, so it would be fine if he could collect a few folk remedies from famous doctors, but how could he list so long a list, pouring out like the names of dishes?

——The most important thing is that he has never heard of any of these dish names. They are truly unheard of and incredible, and even their pharmacology is completely beyond ordinary conventions. It would be fine if there was only one such strange folk remedy, but now the emperor has revealed them one after another... Is his knowledge really too shallow?

Li Shizhen did not doubt the authenticity of these words. There is certainly no need for His Majesty to deceive a mere doctor; besides, Master Feixuan has been taking drugs for more than ten years and is still alive and well, maybe he really has some miraculous secret remedy to protect himself... Thinking of this, Doctor Li became even more puzzled.

After admiring Li Shizhen's rare bewildered expression for a moment, Master Feixuan finally struck the golden chime and gave clear instructions:

[Send Imperial Physician Li to a secluded place for a rest and reward him handsomely.] 】

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He personally escorted Li Shizhen to the surrounding houses and took care of them carefully one by one. Li Zaifang returned to the quiet room two quarters of an hour later. She wiped the emperor's hands and feet, tidied his clothes, then took a few large pillows to support the emperor's back, and helped the emperor to sit up slowly, half leaning on a pile of pillows and bedding.

Although the medicine from the Imperial Hospital was mild and mild, it was still effective. After being seriously injured, Lao Deng did not dare to act up and could only follow the doctor's advice and take medicine and acupuncture. After dozens of days, he actually felt much better. Although he was still unable to govern the country, he would spend half an hour every day reading memorials to understand government affairs and issue instructions in preparation for his future assumption of power. After taking the medicine today, Li Zaifang, as usual, brought the golden box containing important official documents to the Emperor, waiting for him to read them.

But Master Fei Xuan closed his eyes for a moment, and instead of reading those lengthy memorials, he struck the golden chime:

[Bring me my lottery bucket]

Master Fei Xuan was obsessed with Taoist cultivation. Apart from the usual practices of alchemy, breathing exercises, and meditation, he also tried the Taoist knowledge of divination and prophecy. However, if an emperor wanted to seek divination, most of the things he would do would be to burn tortoise shells and yarrow, and then dance and tell the divination. But now he was half paralyzed in bed and had no choice but to follow the example of ordinary Taoist priests and shake the stick box to ask for divination. But even something like drawing divination sticks is beyond the ability of the half-paralyzed Zhenjun now. He took the skewer tube with reluctance, and before he could shake it, his hands twitched at the same time, and the skewer tube fell to the ground, spilling out onto the ground.

Since Zhenjun fell ill, the thing he feared most was his trembling and weak condition. Every time he had an attack, he would have a silent rage and take his anger out on the innocent and pitiful palace maids. Now that the bamboo stick had fallen over, a layer of fine white sweat immediately broke out on Li Zaifang's back. He glanced left and right, signaling his disciples to step back quickly, then he knelt down to pick up the bamboo sticks scattered on the ground.

But the emperor stopped him with a wave of his hand, and uttered a few unclear words that only his confidants could make out clearly:

[Divination is God’s will.] Since God has determined that it should be like this, that is how I see it. You must write down everything I say and not reveal a single word. 】

What can be seen from these bamboo sticks scattered on the ground? Li Zaifang was at a loss and could only lie beside the imperial couch waiting for the emperor's instructions.

Master Fei Xuan leaned over to look at the scattered wooden sticks. After looking at them for a while, he felt dizzy and fell back to speak:

[I taught you earlier to keep an eye on Hai Gangfeng in the residence of the Prince of Duke Mu. Did you keep an eye on him? 】

Li Zaifang was slightly stunned. He did hand the matter over, but there have been many major events in the past few days, and the palace is in turmoil. As the chief eunuch, he has to appease his subordinates and send people to strictly control the capital. He really has no energy to deal with such trivial matters. Now, after racking his brains for a long time, he finally remembered a clue:

"In reply to your Majesty, it seems that the prince of Duke Mu has informed the Ministry of Personnel and has transferred him to a post outside the capital. I don't know where he is being transferred to. This is all my fault. I will investigate it immediately after I go back."

Master Feixuan snorted, with that familiar sarcastic tone again. If Master was eloquent now, he would have used this sentence to scare all the eunuchs in the palace into submission. But now he can only make some noises and hit the chimes with his hands. With the reduction of communication channels, his offensive power has also been greatly reduced. He can only roll his eyes and continue to give vague instructions:

[You, as the manager, seem quite comfortable just focusing on the three acres of land in the capital every day. Forget it, I don’t need you to check it carefully. Judging from this hexagram alone, Hai Gangfeng was most likely assigned to the Jiangsu and Zhejiang area. You should send people to Jiangsu and Zhejiang to take a look and provide whatever help they can. 】

Why would the emperor be obsessed with a lowly juren who hadn't even passed the imperial examination? Li Zaifang did not dare to speculate, but kowtowed respectfully:

"This is all out of your majesty's love for your ministers. I will definitely do it well."

[Benevolent heart?] 】The emperor sneered. Even though his voice was still hoarse, one could still hear the hint of sarcasm: [You still don’t understand what I mean - never mind, you don’t have to understand. This person has extraordinary talent and will become a great man in the future. Be sure to keep an eye on it. 】

What are "extraordinary talents" and "will become a great man"? Can these also be seen from the hexagrams? Master Feixuan had played such tricks too many times before, and Li Zaifang had already developed absolute resistance to them, so he remained calm and obeyed his orders respectfully. However, he was a little curious and wondered where the emperor got the news.

Of course, even though he was the seal holder of the Imperial Household Department and the supervisor of the Imperial City Department, theoretically he had already mastered most of the sources of intelligence in the palace; but with Fei Xuan Zhenjun's harsh suspicion, he must have hidden a backup plan in secret, secretly exploring the secrets that even the eunuchs were not allowed to know. But no matter what, for people in the position of Li Zaifang and Huang Shanggang, no matter how confidential their backup plan was, it would be impossible to completely hide their tracks. Moreover, they had basically been serving by the emperor's side for the past few dozen days and had never seen the emperor receive outsiders. With all the precautions in place, this piece of information of unknown origin was even more puzzling.

But soon, the emperor's next words came out calmly, but instantly forced Li Zaifang into a cold sweat:

[For such a person with upright intentions, no matter how high or low his position is, I am willing to reward him with a future and be considerate of his intentions. Take Li Shizhen today for example. He does not seek fame and fortune, nor does he seek rewards. Then I will give him the privilege of reading all the medical books in Wenyuan Pavilion, so that he can compile his Compendium of Materia Medica...】

"Compendium of Materia Medica"!

Upon hearing these four words, Li Zaifang immediately broke out in cold sweat on his back!

Li Shizhen was urgently brought in by the Embroidered Uniform Guards late last night. Because the matter was urgent, the eunuchs and spies had almost no time to explain themselves. They basically took Li Shizhen directly to the capital. With a bumpy journey and a lot of doubts, Li Shizhen's face would not have been good when he got off the car. It was Li Zaifang who condescended to personally host a banquet to welcome the physician and apologize, and did everything she could to calm him down. It was during the dinner that the half-drunk Li Zaifang, who was very happy with the conversation, heard about Li Shizhen's wish to compile a book on medicine. Suddenly, he had an idea and suggested naming the book "Compendium of Materia Medica"!

——In other words, before yesterday’s banquet, the four words “Compendium of Materia Medica” should never have existed in the world.

The emperor's illness was top secret. When the banquet was held that day, Li Zaifang dismissed everyone and then personally checked the movements on all sides one by one to ensure that the banquet would not be connected to the world. What he said could only reach Li Shizhen's ears. And Li Shizhen's whereabouts after entering the palace were all under the control of his chief eunuch, so there was absolutely no time for the secret to be leaked.

——So, where did Your Majesty know about the Compendium of Materia Medica? !

The shock and panic at that moment were truly incomparable, but what was even greater and more intense was the inexplicable bewilderment - Li Zaifang had been in charge of intelligence for so many years, and he was very familiar with the methods of the Jinyiwei, the East Factory, and even the Imperial City Bureau. He knew that these seemingly magical men in the eyes of outsiders could never have such sharp and experienced skills!

Apart from anything else, if the spy is so powerful that he can find out everything they say in private, then with such an expert at hand, why doesn't the emperor first block the big sprinkler of the court that is spraying everywhere? Or, to take a step back, why not first catch the mastermind behind "Spring in the Western Garden Locks Up the Elder" and kill him with one blow?

It can't be that Master Feixuan likes this tone of saying one thing and doing another?

If you don’t do it, you can’t do it. If you couldn’t do it then, you can’t do it now. As the biggest and most powerful spy chief in the court, Li Zaifang was too familiar with the intelligence methods in the palace, so he could eliminate all the crazy ideas about spies and quickly reach the incredible fact -

With sweat on his forehead, he dared to raise his head and saw the emperor's indifferent and calm eyes, almost expressionless. This kind of indifferent and unattached look is unique to Master Feixuan when he was practicing Taoism. What he wants to express probably is the state of supreme oblivion where heaven and earth are indifferent and treat all things as straw dogs. Although it is often commented by the Heavenly Book as "eyes blinded by ghosts" and "unable to wake up in the middle of the night while practicing Taoism", when gazing down one by one, that kind of superior attitude can still be as overwhelming as a mountain and create an unparalleled psychological advantage.

Li Zaifang was accustomed to such tricks in his daily life, and should have built up sufficient psychological defenses. But now that he had witnessed with his own eyes such a lofty, god-like expression, he was still terrified and unable to control himself.

Li Zaifang lowered his head again and saw the hexagrams scattered on the ground.

After eliminating the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how unbelievable, is the fact. What's more, Li Zongguan had followed the emperor for so long that he already believed in these things to a certain extent.

So… So Manager Li restrained his expression, prostrated himself respectfully, and bowed down:

"Your Majesty has mastered the magic of immortality and can predict the future. You have reached such a profound and mysterious realm. I am extremely terrified and would like to congratulate Your Majesty."

...That's right, after eliminating all the impossible, there is only one possibility:

——Master Feixuan really figured it out based on the hexagrams!

Taoist priest, it’s done!

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Master Feixuan lay on his back on a pile of bedding and pillows, and did not show any special joy because of the earnest flattery of his confidants. He was still gazing up into the sky, his expression calm.

In this seemingly substantial gaze, a curtain of light slowly unfolded:

【Historical Echoes: Fragment 3】

[…Extensive trade fully stimulated the development of coastal culture.] The great medical scientist Li Shizhen spent decades to complete his magnum opus "Compendium of Materia Medica". When it was published, it was originally thought to be just a professional book circulated in a small circle. However, he did not expect that the book would be in great demand once it was published, and even after repeated reprints, it was sold out many times. Li Shizhen, who was already elderly at that time, was very puzzled and even mentioned this "strange thing" specifically in the preface to the reprint.

Obviously, medical scientists have been immersed in pharmacology for too long and have ignored the changes in the world. He still measured the sales of medical books based on his own purchasing power when he was young, so it was natural that he was not optimistic about such an expensive tome. But in the decades of refining the Compendium of Materia Medica, a large amount of trade has brought about amazing economic growth, huge amounts of wealth have emerged from the market, and created endless demand...】

——There was actually nothing wrong with Li Zaifang's guess. The emperor did not have a group of spies whose methods were so sophisticated that even the chief eunuch could not detect them. The tactics he relied on were dimensionality reduction attacks that were completely beyond imagination. Faced with such unreasonable technology, it was certainly impossible for Manager Li to guess the reason.

The strange changes in the heavenly book occurred a few days ago. The emperor at that time was bedridden and unable to speak. He was in a state of extreme depression and uncontrollable mania. This was not only because of the slow-acting injuries, but also because of the sensitive struggle for power. Even though he had tried his best to set up layer after layer of defenses, Master Feixuan could still clearly feel the rapid loss of authority, which was completely out of his control - the exercise of power had its own laws, and an emperor who was so seriously ill that he could not even attend court could not rely on some personnel arrangements to reverse this trend.

...What's more, after he was seriously injured, the heavenly book that he had been thinking about gradually fell silent. No matter how he called on it to operate it, it never gave any response; it was as if the banished immortal who had always been paying attention to the imperial power finally got tired of the old and loved the new, and abandoned him to cater to the new power that was growing like a sun. So at that moment, Feixuan Zhenjun Wanshou Emperor, who had no father or mother, abandoned his country and family, had few relatives and alienated his subjects, lay on his back on the bed alone, and felt the incomparable loneliness for the first time.

Until a few days ago, a screen of light suddenly popped up from the Heavenly Book, showing him the so-called "echoes of history".

As smart and experienced as Fei Xuan Zhenjun, of course he immediately discovered the true meaning of this new function and realized its great utility - of course, don't get me wrong, our Zhenjun will never take the trouble to learn from history and summarize some experience in governing the country from the comments of later generations. He read it carefully from beginning to end, and only one thought ran through his mind:

It’s time to install it again!

As everyone knows, Master Feixuan's attitude towards Xuanxiu is actually quite subtle. If you want to say whether you believe it or not, you can only believe it. Zhenjun himself firmly believes in the theory of immortality and ascension, but he is weird and mysterious on weekdays. He wears a cotton jacket in summer and gauze in winter. To a greater extent, he does this to pua the ministers and make these deceived Jinshi truly believe that they are cultivating immortals and have the hope of longevity and ascension, and dare not have the slightest intention of rebellion.

This was also the reason why he was so manic, angry and difficult to control after being seriously injured - no matter whether the injury could improve or not, as long as his subjects saw his ugly appearance of lying on the bed and moaning, the emperor's image of a demigod who had worked hard to cultivate for decades, which was a combination of the Dharma body, the golden body and the imperial body, would be completely wiped out! After decades of hard work in disguise, the building finally collapsed today!

But now - now, God actually rewarded him with another opportunity. No matter what the Heavenly Book says or complains about on a daily basis, the information it leaks now must be ironclad facts, the future that has not yet happened; in other words, as long as he packages these futures and speaks them calmly, wouldn't he, Master Feixuan, be able to predict the future and truly have the right to speak about destiny?

The power built on mystery can only be compensated by greater mystery, and the future revealed by the Heavenly Book is undoubtedly such a great mystery. Compared with such a miracle, what is the old immortal body that Master Feixuan paid a huge price to barely cultivate?

You know, just to maintain the image of a half-immortal who wears a cotton-padded jacket in summer and light gauze in winter, and to show that he is physically strong and free from illness, the emperor had to take elixir every day and every month. The pain of erysipelas was unbearable, so he came up with a propaganda image of wearing only eight sets of clothes for four seasons - it's not that Lao Deng didn't want to change into beautiful and crisp new clothes, but after taking elixir for a long time, he had turned into an oversized old princess and pea. Only by wearing soft and sagging old clothes that had been washed could he protect his increasingly fragile skin from being rubbed and causing rashes and pain!

——Our Lao Deng is like this. A normal emperor only needs to balance the court and the people and maintain peace and stability in the country, but our Lao Deng has to play tricks and deceive people's minds, so there are many things to consider.

Because of this, compared with elixirs that both grind the skin and cause sores, the "historical echoes" of the Heavenly Book are undoubtedly a huge technological advancement; after decades of path dependence, the unfathomable image of a semi-immortal has become an important means for Master Feixuan to maintain power, and pretending to be a god is the primary driving force of the court. And the moment he saw the echo of history, Zhenjun's thinking had already leaped to a hundred ways of using the prophets to intimidate the officials and rebuild his authority, and today's small test was just to get a slight taste of it.

Judging from the reactions of Li Zaifang and Li Shizhen, the effect of this attempt was undoubtedly significant. No matter whether it was the well-traveled famous doctor or the highly shrewd eunuch in a high position, none of them could see through Master Fei Xuan's clever new tricks, which shows that this routine is deeply popular. And after Li Shizhen verified the secret recipes told by Zhenjun one by one, his image would inevitably become more noble and mysterious, and he would be able to win the hearts of more people.

True Lord, there is truth!

Therefore, without even a moment of mourning for the failure of the golden elixir secret method, the wise Feixuan Zhenjun had already decided on the direction of establishing his own personality. He casually struck the golden chime and gave a casual instruction:

What’s your name? When one has cultivated the profound skills of Taoism to a high level, it is natural to be able to predict the future. Besides, I am still in the midst of the devil's calamity, so you are not allowed to show off. 】

Legend has it that before Chongyang Zhenren and Changchun Zhenren attained immortality, they both suffered from sudden serious illness and persistent high fever, which was considered the last tribulation before becoming immortals, a test sent down by heaven called "the devil's tribulation." When the emperor compared himself to this, the previous injuries and loss of speech were no longer shameful traumas, but a sign of his ascension to immortality, and his identity was completely different.

Of course, as to why God sent a fool to burn the emperor into a roasted pig, it is not appropriate to go into too much detail; if we go into too much detail, could it be that Emperor Jianwen also ascended to heaven?

This really has become the Wandering Jianwen Plan, right?

In front of this extraordinary divine power, Li Zaifang could not help but be convinced and kowtowed immediately:

"How dare this servant disobey your order!"

The emperor only needed to hear one sentence and he would know that the eunuch who had followed him for decades truly believed and was convinced. If this was the case with Li Zaifang's knowledge, what about others? Seeing that there was hope for the restoration of authority, the emperor smiled.

In order to further demonstrate his magical powers, the True Lord used his slurred tongue to say a few more words; in the past, this kind of unclear speech might have been a disgrace to the emperor’s dysfunction; but now it has become the mystery of the prophet’s hesitation to speak, and the tone has greatly increased:

[Hai Gangfeng is going to buy looms and recruit refugees in Jiangsu and Zhejiang in the future to set up a textile workshop. You can send someone to the weaving bureau in advance to give them a heads-up. Make everything as convenient as possible, and don't be obsessed with money. The palace is not allowed to make things difficult for them. 】

This sentence was so deadly that Li Zaifang was slightly startled and bent down to obey the order. The emperor nodded and continued to look at the invisible light curtain above.

The Heavenly Book's [Historical Echoes] was good in every way, except that the clips played could not be selected at all, and it often produced some inexplicable comments, leaving Master Fei Xuan completely confused; but no matter what, this was his last window to peek into the secrets of heaven, so he naturally had to cherish it...

The light screen suddenly flickered slightly, and a bold title popped up:

【"Governing by Doing Nothing and Liberal Economics: On the Da'an Emperors and the Invisible Hand"】

Master Feixuan:? !