[Red Chamber] The imperial examination life of the great master

Zhang Heng raised his head lightly, and said with a mocking smile: "If you don't want to become a monk, what are you doing reading this book?"

"It's just to pass the time by looking at it." Jia She said: "However, the students discovered something because of it."

"What?" Zhang Heng turned the pages of the book with his fingers, but his eyes were on Jia Amnesty.

"Prescription for Shocking Thunder." Jia Amnesty flipped the pages of the book to that page, "My lord, please read it."

Thunderbolt?

Zhang Heng frowned, his expression lost the composure he had when he was talking and laughing before, he frowned and lowered his head to look at that page, Fang Zi was indeed Fang Zi, but he didn't know if it was true or not.

"Where did you get this book?" Zhang Heng asked.

Zhen Tianlei from the previous dynasty is very famous. If the last emperor of the previous dynasty did not do anything wrong and caused the people to hate him, it would not be so easy to change the dynasty with the power of Zhen Tianlei.

But after the fall of the previous dynasty, Zhentianlei's prescription was also lost, and no one knew where it was.

□□ During Taizong's period, he searched among the common people, but couldn't find it.

"I borrowed it from my cousin. He likes to make alchemy and collect some rare books these years. A few days ago, I was bored at home, so I went to borrow one. I didn't expect to see the book "Shaking Thunder" in it. Fang Zi, I don’t know if it’s true or not, so I’ll just ask the lord.” Jia She said, and he glanced at Zhang Heng’s solemn expression, “Students think, don’t care if it’s true or not, let’s give it a try If it works, it’s a good thing, if it doesn’t work, there’s no loss.”

Zhang Heng stared at Fang Zi, silent.

Jia Amnesty knew that he was hesitating, so he didn't bother, and sat quietly drinking tea, waiting for Zhang Heng to make a decision.

After a long time.

Zhang Heng nodded and said, "Okay, I will do as you say."

He immediately called the housekeeper and told him to order someone to take care of the house in the suburbs, read a lot of things from the prescription, and ordered him to buy them and send them to the house.

The butler listened silently, then said yes, and took the order to leave.

"Whether it's true or not, you'll know once you try it," Zhang Heng lowered his eyelids and said, "There is nothing wrong today, so why not try it."

"Students listen to adults," Jia She said.

That prescription is not a thunderous prescription at all, but the best prescription.

The proportions are all carefully thought out, even if it is done by a layman, as long as he obediently follows the recipe, there will be no major problems.

Zhang Heng stood up, his robe fluttering, "Let's go."

The efficiency of Zhang Heng's people was beyond Jia She's imagination.

They just drove to the mansion in the suburbs in a carriage.

The housekeeper stepped forward to report that everything was ready.

"Is this a trebuchet?" Jia Amnesty walked around the trebuchet and looked it up curiously.

"Back to Mr. Jia, this is exactly the trebuchet." The steward said.

Jia Amnesty was even more impressed by Zhang Heng's ability in his heart.

Being able to get a trebuchet in such a short period of time is not something ordinary people can do.

Even Song Yuanqing might not be able to do it.

Xin Nian turned around a few times in his mind, and Jia She said: "It would be easier if there is a trebuchet, my lord, the student saw a small hillside on the way, why not move this thing to that hillside, and there is a nearby It’s also deserted, if it’s really useful, it won’t ruin your mansion.”

Zhang Heng took a deep look at him, then turned around and said to the housekeeper who was waiting for orders, "Do as he says."

Zhang Heng's gaze made Jia Amnesty's back a little numb.

He wondered in his heart, did Zhang Heng see something?

The breeze blows gently on the hillside, carrying the fragrance of flowers and the smell of soil in the rustling breeze.

His robes fluttered and he stood tall, like a fairy looking into the distance. Looking at Zhang Heng's back, Jia Amnesty suddenly thought of a question, how old is Mr. Zhang?

He looks like he is in his 20s, but after careful calculation, he must be in his early thirties.

But if you are in your early thirties, why haven't you married yet?

Jia She was thinking wildly in his mind.

Suddenly someone pushed a cart and brought over black and round things one by one.

"Is that what it looks like?" Zhang Heng frowned and looked at the so-called "Shocking Thunder". He didn't know much about the "Shocking Thunder". Yes, I don't know at all.

"It should be." Jia Amnesty felt a little guilty.

"Then let's try one first." Zhang Heng nodded to the servants and stepped back.

Those domestic servants were very nimble, one was responsible for moving the "Thundering Thunder" to the trebuchet, one lit the fire, and the other threw the "Thundering Thunder" out immediately.

boom--

I saw thick smoke billowing and flames shooting into the sky.

For a moment, the smoke was lingering, and nothing could be seen.

Both Jia Amnesty and Zhang Heng lowered their heads and covered their eyes with their sleeves.

After a while, I reckoned that it was not so dazzling, so I raised my head.

Zhang Heng looked at the blasted land not far away, his expression froze, and a little joy flashed in his eyes.

"It's true," he murmured.

Jia Amnesty breathed a sigh of relief.

With this "shocking thunder", even if one day Da'an fights with Manzi, the odds of winning will be much greater.

"Enhou, you have made a great contribution!" Zhang Heng turned around and said to Jia Amnesty with unconcealed excitement.

Jia She shook his head, said with a faint smile, "It's not my fault, it's my cousin's fault."

Zhang Heng looked at him, his heart skipped a beat.

I don't care how this recipe came about.

Anyone looking at this monstrous achievement will feel greedy and possessive.

He was indifferent?

"Enhou." Zhang Heng looked at Jia She with a light smile, "I am becoming more and more curious about what kind of person you are."

If it is said that Jia Amnesty completely changed his outlook on the previous tricks and made him feel a little better, then today's "honesty" made Zhang Heng believe that he is a person who can befriend him.

Wealth moves people's hearts.

Fame and wealth can make a person completely lose his conscience.

How many people in the world can keep their heart in the face of fame and fortune.

If Jia Amnesty knew how Zhang Heng thought of him at this moment, he would be speechless in surprise.

Mr. Zhang, I have too many brains...

After handing Fang Zi to Zhang Heng, Jia Amnesty felt relieved.

After he returned to the mansion, he went to Ningguo Mansion for a visit.

When Jia Jing learned that there was actually a prescription for Zhen Tianlei in the solitary book, he was also surprised from ear to ear.

"Brother She is telling the truth? Don't scare me?" Jia Jing looked at Jia She with disbelief and said.

"Could this matter be fake?" Jia She asked with a smile.

Jia Jing patted his head, he was also confused by the news for a while.

"Then, that Fangzi..." There was a curious look in his eyes, and his hands were itchy.

"Brother Jing, I have to remind you that the prescription is not a prescription, and it is not something that ordinary people can know. It is better not to know than to know." Jia She saw that he was full of interest, and quickly reminded him. road.

Jia Jing suddenly died down, he also knew how powerful this thunderbolt was, but it was a pity that he couldn't try it himself.

Jia Amnesty was amused, this Jia Jing was really fascinated, he smiled in his heart, he did not forget the business, "Brother Jing, don't talk about this matter, as for the credit, don't worry, you will be indispensable."

Jia Jing said yes gratefully.

He now admires Jia Amnesty from the bottom of his heart, how many people are there who can not take credit?

And this compartment.

After Zhang Heng ordered his servants to continue making "Shocking Thunder", he returned home neatly and changed into his official uniform to enter the palace himself.

I don't know what Zhang Heng and Emperor Jianming said.

I saw this day.

The barbarian envoys were about to leave in a few days, so Emperor Jianming waved his hand and held a banquet to send them off.

The graceful singing and dancing, the fragrance of nephrite, and the graceful Gong Ling danced gracefully in the banquet.

The sound of the clank and the zither continued, and the sound of the silk flute entered my ears.

There are delicacies and delicacies on the table.

However, not many people use their chopsticks to enjoy these delicacies.

The third prince drank the wine, his face was gloomy and ugly, his eyes were like sharp knives as they scraped across Zhang Heng who was drinking the wine with his head down.

"Your Majesty!" The third prince suddenly dropped the wine glass, stood up and shouted, "This dance is boring, why not watch it with something interesting!"

Emperor Jianming chuckled, "What suggestion does the third prince have?"

The third prince said arrogantly: "Your Majesty, what our tribe is best at is the horse dance. It's really interesting when people and horses dance together as one!"

Everyone was slightly displeased.

These three princes are really presumptuous and rude, they clearly want to take the opportunity to show off their power and show off their power!

A barbarian is a barbarian!

"Really?" Emperor Jianming didn't seem to be angry, he said with a smile: "Then why not dance to a song, and I will see it."

"Yes!" The third prince cupped his hands at Emperor Jianming and bent slightly.

After he got up, he stuck his thumb and index finger out of his mouth and whistled.

Immediately, a dozen or so people on tall horses filed in.

Although the ten or so people did not have any weapons in their hands, they were full of murderous aura, which made people look limp. In the blink of an eye, the charming aura on the banquet was washed away and nowhere to be found.

Some less courageous officials were so scared that their faces turned pale.

The third prince looked around triumphantly, and when he saw Zhang Heng's face turned dark as usual, he hummed in his heart, "Your Majesty, my lords, please take a look."

He clapped his hands.

Then sit down.

thump—

A drum beat pierced the sky.

At the banquet, more than a dozen people shouted in unison, the horse held its head high, and the horse neighed, but everyone on the horse stood still.

thump—

Another drumbeat.

The formation of the crowd changed instantly.

Divide into two groups and attack each other.

The movement is fast, but the formation is not chaotic.

Staggering, fighting, and leaving, the skills of these people are all amazing.

What's even more frightening is that they cooperated tacitly like brothers. They spontaneously and expertly adjusted their formation without exchanging glances or gestures.

dong dong dong-

The drums were getting faster and faster, and the speed of the two sides was also getting faster and faster. The horses they sat on seemed to be a part of them, without a moment's hesitation or the slightest pause.

The battle is getting fiercer.

Sweat splashed all over the floor. Although both sides had no weapons in their hands, the bravery in the fight made people feel anxious.

The ministers on the seat looked at it, and their faces changed.

These three princes are so arrogant!

The dance is over.

There was no sound at the banquet.

The third prince had a smug smile on his lips, looked around the crowd, stood up with a smile, bowed and said, "Your Majesty, what do you think of this dance?"

presumptuous!

It's too presumptuous!

Everyone was so angry that their teeth itched. What is the difference between this behavior and directly stepping on Daan's face?

Emperor Jianming smiled, and instead of answering, he looked at Zhang Heng and asked, "How does Lord Zhang feel?"

The third prince looked at Zhang Heng with eyes like knives.

Zhang Heng put down the wine glass in his hand, got up, flicked his sleeves, and said calmly: "Return to Your Majesty, I don't think so."

"No way?" The third prince raised his brows, sneered and mocked, "Master Zhang, does it mean that those girls just danced well?"

Zhang Heng was not afraid of his ridicule at all, he looked straight back, "Third Prince, you have a horse dance, and our Da'an also has some good things, let the Third Prince open his eyes before he leaves."

Everyone was stunned.

What's happening here?

Song Yuanqing sized up Emperor Jianming from the corner of his eye, seeing that his expression was normal, he immediately understood that His Majesty had known about this for a long time.

"Your Majesty and all the adults, please move." Zhang Heng turned around and cupped his hands to Emperor Jianming, "so that the third prince can see it too."