"well."
Thinking of this, Zhao Zhen sighed.
He needed Zhao Jun to help him improve productivity so that the Song Dynasty would not perish in a few decades.
He also needed Zhao Jun to help him improve the scientific system, so that the seeds of science and technology could sprout in the Song Dynasty, thus starting the industrial revolution and making the Song Dynasty strong.
But Zhao Jun himself represents unpredictability. They can still control him when he is blind. But what if once he regains his sight, he deliberately spreads false information out of hatred for the Song Dynasty, or messes up things and ruins the Song Dynasty?
This created a deadlock: if Zhao Jun's eyesight improved, he would become uncontrollable. If Zhao Jun's eyesight was not good, productivity would not be improved. This made Zhao Zhen very uneasy.
I hope Zhao Jun is just cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He says he hates the Song Dynasty, but in his heart he is willing to help the country left by his ancestors.
Zhao Zhen stared at the moon outside the window, lost in thought.
It really doesn't work.
As the ancestor of the Zhao family, I can only ask for help from this descendant.
Time passed minute by minute, the night deepened, and the moon gradually moved from the east to the west. When it was about to set, it was the beginning of the Yin hour.
The city of Bianliang was still in a silent slumber at this time, and the streets were empty.
Only the residences of the prime ministers were already brightly lit. Outside the three prime ministers' and the Fan Mansion, sedan chairs were already prepared, waiting for the arrival of the owners of the mansions.
In the early years of Renzong's reign, he was particularly diligent in his work, holding court meetings almost every day, and holding court meetings in the Chuigong Hall at 4:45 am every morning.
Once, Zhao Zhen did not attend the morning court for three days. Ministers such as Lu Yijian, Chen Yaozuo, and Zhao Zhen surrounded Yan Wenying, the deputy chief of the Ministry of Internal Affairs who was responsible for announcing the decree that the morning court would not be held today, and asked him to give an explanation. This shows how diligent Renzong was.
However, today is an exception, because not long after the shift ended yesterday, the emperor issued an imperial edict, telling the ministers who were supposed to attend the morning court tomorrow that "there will be no political discussions tomorrow" and that they would take a day off.
This news made many ministers who had suffered from getting up early very happy.
But for Lu Yijian, Wang Zeng, Wang Sui and other three ministers, it was no different from before.
Because today is the day when Zhao Jun takes off his veil!
At the beginning of the Yin hour, candles were lit everywhere in the back garden, and the dark night seemed to become bright and clear.
Zhao Zhen appeared in the Guanjia Hall with a pair of panda eyes, and Yan Shu was the same as him.
Yan Shu did not go home last night and stayed next to Zhao Jun's house. He stayed with Zhao Jun all night and was now sleepy.
Soon, Lu Yijian, Wang Zeng, Wang Sui, Fan Zhongyan, Cai Qi, Song Shou, Sheng Du and others also arrived here one after another. Like Zhao Zhen and Yan Shu, they all tossed and turned last night and did not sleep well.
It's not just because Zhao Jun needs to open his eyes, but also because what Zhao Jun said yesterday was like a revelation. It was so profound that these human elites of the feudal era really went back to review it carefully, and even copied and recited it, and studied it until late at night.
After everyone gathered together and paid their respects to the emperor, they looked at each other's depressed spirits and couldn't help but smile at each other. This eased the tense atmosphere and made Zhao Zhen feel a little more relaxed about facing Zhao Jun.
"Official, I'm going first."
After greeting, Yan Shu said to Zhao Zhen.
Zhao Zhen took two more deep breaths and said to him, "Go."
Everyone was already sitting on the chairs in the main hall of Guanjia Palace, quietly waiting for Yan Shu to bring Zhao Jun.
Yan Shu backed out of the hall, took a few deep breaths, and then came to the outside of Zhao Jun's house.
"Boom boom boom."
Knocked on the door first.
A voice quickly came from inside: "I'm up, Uncle Lari."
Yan Shu pushed the door open and walked in. He had a tinder in his hand. He lit the candle in the room and saw Zhao Jun already sitting on the bed.
He hadn't taken off his veil yet, because Yan Shu had told him to wait until the doctor had examined him before taking it off.
However, in fact, it had been checked the day before yesterday. The imperial physician took Zhao Jun's pulse and pressed his head for a long time, and confirmed that the blood clot in his head had completely dissipated.
In addition, Zhao Jun himself could vaguely sense the hazy figure outside through the gauze, so it was certain that he had fully recovered.
At this moment, Yan Shu saw that Zhao Jun had already sat up, and knew that the other party must have not slept all night and must be extremely nervous and excited.
I have been blind for more than two months, almost three months, and now I can finally see the light again. For someone who has been blind for a long time, every day is really like a year, so it is normal to want to see again as soon as possible.
"Teacher Xiao Zhao, how are you feeling today?"
Yan Shu walked in and asked.
Zhao Jun hurriedly said, "I'm much better now, Uncle Lari, can I take off my veil now?"
"No hurry, why don't you have breakfast first."
Yan Shu said.
"I feel my eyes are completely healed. I can see Uncle Lari's figure even through the gauze. Take it off before eating."
Zhao Jun said.
Not only Zhao Zhen and his companions suffered this night, but Zhao Jun did too.
The world that cannot be seen is really too painful.
He can't wait any longer.
I want to open my eyes and take another look at this long-lost world!
Seeing his anxious look, Yan Shu sighed inwardly and said, "Okay, but before I lift the veil, I want to tell you something."
"What?"
Zhao Jun asked.
Yan Shu walked over to Zhao Jun's bed and sat down. He patted Zhao Jun's shoulder with his big, broad hand. After a slight hesitation, he whispered, "Teacher Zhao."
"Um?"
"If... I mean if, you could go back a thousand years, what would you do?"
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