But she insisted on telling the time. After all, she was just a child. Didn't she know that sometimes being ambiguous, the larger the time range, the less likely it is to go wrong?
He had been the director of the Imperial Observatory for so many years, and he didn't dare to say when it would rain or when it would be windy!
Upon receiving the summons from His Majesty, Cui Qiu, the director of the Imperial Observatory, hurried over.
Song Jinxiu met Cui Qiu for the first time.
This man was about fifty years old, with white hair, a red face, a slightly hunched back, and wore a black robe, like a high priest. He walked with big strides, leaning on a cane.
The emperor asked, "Lord Cui, look at the weather. Is there anything wrong with it these past few days?"
Cui Qiu bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I have observed the weather and it is expected to rain lightly tonight and there will be a north wind tomorrow. The north wind will not be strong and the weather will be damp and cold. The day after tomorrow will be sunny."
The emperor asked, "Oh, what about the day after tomorrow?"
Cui Qiu said: "Your Majesty, three days is already the limit. The day after tomorrow is not certain, so we can only estimate."
"Oh? Then what did you deduce?" the emperor asked.
Cui Qiu said: "According to my calculations, after the bright sun, the wind may blow and disperse the clouds, and there should be a few days of good weather."
The emperor frowned and looked at Song Jinxiu.
Song Jinxiu said: "Your Majesty, it is true that it will be sunny the day after tomorrow, but the temperature has dropped in the past few days, and the air is damp and cold. When the cold air meets the wind group, it may form strong winds. The whirlwind group will gather a lot of clouds and cause rain.
But the day after tomorrow will be sunny. The sunshine will bring the ground temperature back up, and the weather will alternate between hot and cold, so there is a high possibility of hail.
Even if there is no hail, people should be notified to take shelter if there is a strong storm. ”
Cui Qiu then looked at Song Jinxiu. In fact, he noticed her as soon as he came in, but he pretended not to see her and looked at her secretly.
This girl looks very ordinary no matter how you look at her. If there is anything special about her, it is that she is brave and has lively eyes.
At best, he is just a smart child, but unfortunately he has no family protection or elders to teach him. After all, he is young and doesn't know how to hide his shortcomings.
He looked at Song Jinxiu and said, "What you said may make sense. I wonder where you came from? I have never heard of your point of view. What is Fengtuan? I hope you can give me some advice."
Song Jinxiu: "I don't deserve your teaching. If you want to learn, ask the officials of the Imperial Observatory to find some time, and I will give you a few open classes."
Cui Qiu was almost choked by her words.
Is this kid a fool? How can you not hide your incompetence? This is a calf waiting to make a big move.
Can’t tell the difference between good and bad words? Is it okay for me to mock her?
Song Jinxiu: This old man speaks in a sarcastic tone, but she doesn't bother to care.
The Imperial Observatory is not good enough with just this capability. Although she doesn't know much, after all, she is standing on the shoulders of giants with China's 5,000 years of accumulated experience. If she just talks about some common sense, I'm afraid they will benefit a lot.
If I can promote the naturalization of Cangwu, it would be considered a good deed, right?
Recently she discovered that the Bodhi tree seemed to have grown taller.
Treasure-hunting Rat Junjun once said that Baoya’s recovery requires not only the spiritual energy of plants and trees, but also merit points.
The emperor frowned, "Minister Song is so sure that a strong wind is coming, but the Imperial Observatory really didn't notice anything?"
Cui Qiu frowned and said, "Your Majesty, it takes ten years of practice to learn the most basic Feng Shui knowledge.
Watch the stars at night, watch the clouds, and the feng shui is strong at noon.
Wind, rain, cloudy and sunny are all indispensable.
The art of Kantian is mysterious and unpredictable, and the most taboo thing is to speak without restraint and make false statements.
I can only watch for three days, and I don't know what the weather will be like afterwards, so I dare not lie. ”
What I mean is: It takes ten years of experience to read Feng Shui. How old is this person?
This child is obviously telling lies and making false statements.
As for me, I rely on my real talents and knowledge, and I speak my mind without telling lies.
Song Jinxiu curled her lips. Is there something else this old man is saying?
Do we need to combine Feng Shui and the Five Elements to see the waxing and waning of the moon? Even children know how to tell the weather by looking at the clouds, right?
"Your Majesty, it is better to believe it than not to believe it. Since Dr. Song has made such a solemn promise, why not send someone to notify the people and let them stay at home for a few days to avoid danger?" The Minister of War Zhou Kunran had a righteous look on his face.
Even the old fellow Cui Qiu said that he couldn't predict the weather three days later, but the little girl swore that there would be strong winds and rainstorms that could break trees, and even hail.
It's hail in the middle of winter, her life must have been in vain.
This required His Majesty to issue an imperial decree, but nothing happened. This girl is guilty of deceiving the emperor...
Thinking of this, Zhou Kunran's eyes became restrained, revealing an impassioned look of pleading for the people.
He said loudly: "If you can save the people from danger, Your Majesty will be very kind!"
Song Jinxiu glanced at him: This old man is a little too active.
You can tell at first glance that he has no good intentions.
The emperor frowned and glared at the Minister of War Zhou Kunran. What was this old guy thinking?
Is it so easy to issue an imperial edict?
He is the emperor, and the emperor always keeps his word.
It's good to talk about the real wind and rain, but what if there isn't? Will those days really be sunny as Cui Qiu said?
If he doesn't keep his word, will anyone still believe what he says as an emperor?
Song Jinxiu understood what the emperor was worried about, and Zhou Kunran and Cui Qiu knew it too.
It's just that the emperor dotes on this girl too much, and they are eager to let the emperor suffer a loss. Only in this way can the emperor dislike her. Otherwise, no one can stop her from catching the limelight.
Song Jinxiu said: "Your Majesty, you should be cautious. It is okay to release news in the name of the Imperial Observatory."
As long as it can help the common people, she doesn't mind giving the credit to the Imperial Observatory.
"Your Majesty, this is impossible. The Imperial Astronomical Observatory is responsible for observing celestial phenomena, calculating solar terms, and formulating the calendar. This is a major plan for people's livelihood, the fate of the country, and the support of the people. How can we allow ignorant children to make up stories and harm the people, Your Majesty!"
Cui Qiu shouted, "Your Majesty, no."
He prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed, as if the imperial decree had ordered him to die.
Oh, how can you let an ignorant child make false statements and harm the people?
What a heart-breaking statement!
What do you mean by yourself in his mouth?
A troublemaker? Zhao Gao? Wei Zhongxian? Su Daji? Will his next step be to purge the court?
Song Jinxiu couldn't help but raise her eyebrows when she heard his words.
She laughed sarcastically and said, "The Imperial Astronomical Observatory is responsible for observing celestial phenomena, calculating solar terms, and formulating the calendar. It is indeed a major concern for people's livelihood.
But the fate of the country lies with Your Majesty, and the people rely on Your Majesty. What does it have to do with your Imperial Observatory?
Your Imperial Observatory is your Majesty's Imperial Observatory, the astronomical institution in Cangwu.
Your job is to observe astronomical phenomena, calculate solar terms, and formulate a calendar. Why do you still want to bring it up with the country's destiny?
Then the next step will be to push out a saint girl or a saint son, to be on an equal footing with Your Majesty and to dictate the fate of our Cangwu country, right? ”
Song Jinxiu followed suit, stood in front of the emperor, opened her arms to protect the emperor behind her, and spat at Cui Qiu.
"Bah! You eat the food provided by the people of Cangwu and hold the bowl given to you by our Majesty. What's wrong with that? Are you going to rebel?"
Damn it, who doesn’t know how to take the blame?
Liu Renxiu felt warmed by Song Jinxiu's little gesture. But then he narrowed his eyes: Saint Maiden, Saint Son? He dares!
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