Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 1203 Hanlin's Records

"So, are they going to follow you all the time?" asked Phaethon who was next to Shangluo.

The Hanlin behind him immediately picked up the pen: "[So. They want. To keep.]"

"Just remember what I said, but don't read it out loud!" Phaethon really couldn't help it. They had been reading it over and over again since just now, just like the narration of the story.

“Ah, sorry, sorry.” Hanlin, who had read out loud, nodded and apologized, and then continued to write down, “[I said. Just remember it.]”

Later, Hanlin wrote with great speed, almost as fast as Phaethon's speaking speed. He did not write only Chinese characters, but mostly shorthand symbols.

"I finally understand." Shangluo shook his head. "No wonder the emperor wants to live in the Western Garden. Did all the emperors in the past have to go through this?"

The leading Hanlin nodded and said, "The king has no private affairs. All the things of the emperor must be recorded, including what he eats in the morning, noon and night. Although these will not be recorded in the "Veritable Records" of this dynasty, they will be sorted and filed."

After saying this, he thought about it for a moment - the second half of the sentence was more dangerous, but as an imperial censor he still had to say it:

"We plan to introduce a 24-hour video system. We will set up cameras facing the emperor hours a day and record the scene in real time. If possible, it would be best to broadcast it live. This will replace the current clerical work of recording the emperor's daily life."

"You mean, you want Tianzi to debut?"

"It's not impossible to broadcast it to everyone. The king is selfless, so the emperor's job is to broadcast it to everyone."

"This is horrible!" exclaimed Phaethon.

"Write it down, she said it was horrible."

"So." Shang Luo pressed his forehead, "Do you follow the emperor like this every day?"

"We have now reached a balance with the emperor - when the emperor is in the Western Garden, there is no censor to record. However, from the moment the emperor leaves home, his daily work flow is recorded. But sometimes we get lost while chasing him, so we recently want to introduce Qigong practitioners from the Xuanxiu Sect to track the emperor. After all, he runs around and we don't know what he is doing, so it's difficult for the censor to carry out his work. So Shangluo, can you help persuade him?"

"Persuade him? You want me to persuade him to make his debut and live broadcast his life every day, right?" Shangluo now understood why Zhu Xianxun liked to run away so much. Anyone would run away.

"I am now curious about how the emperor in the past could bear it."

"The emperor in the past?" The censor thought for a moment, "This should actually be something the emperor has been exposed to since he was young, so he should have gotten used to it a long time ago."

"But the Emperor is also a human being, right?"

"He is indeed a person, but we generally do not regard the emperor as a person. The emperor is an institution, and although he is the only person in the institution, he must be open and honest. However, from an individual's perspective, this may be a bit too much - perhaps because the spring breeze of the civil rights reform during the Yongqing period did not blow to the emperor himself, resulting in his personal situation becoming a fish that slipped through the net when the old abuses were eliminated."

"Don't you think that this is also part of the reason why the emperor is in a hurry to go into seclusion now?"

"I don't deny that there is such a reason. But this is the law of our ancestors, and it cannot be changed easily. The emperor himself has never said that he wants to change it, he is just hiding - after all, he is the only one who suffers, so he just endures it. As long as he himself does not strongly oppose it, then even if there is friction between him and the system, the system can still operate as it should."

"Well, I have a question." Shangluo asked, "How will you record me in there?" "It will be equivalent to the emperor recording it. Because the emperor himself authorizes you, Shangluo, to temporarily hold the sword seal to handle the problem."

"Is this in accordance with Zhou Li?"

"Not really. To be honest, if this happened in the previous dynasty, it would most likely be a prelude to rebellion. But now, from the perspective of modern political science, the power of the emperor has become virtual, so it is not unacceptable to delegate power to someone else. Of course, if the emperor delegates power to you, then his trust in you is probably beyond measure. Even if he doesn't trust himself, he won't distrust you."

“Why do I suddenly feel so stressed?”

"I heard that he should actually be called Shang Tianjun?" The Hanlin Academy didn't know anything about the Heavenly Court yet, so they didn't know the title "Tianjun".

"It's okay, just call Shangluo directly - but if you want to follow me all the time, that's not impossible. I can tolerate you following me for a short time. But there is a problem: the place I'm going to may be very dangerous, do you all want to follow me?"

"It's okay. We are all prepared. When the fight starts, you just fight in the front and don't worry about us."

"So you're all war correspondents! Are you really okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Everyone shook their heads and said, "We can protect ourselves. Just pretend we don't exist."

"Okay." Shang Luo looked at everyone, "That's a deal. If something happens later, please take care of yourselves. I may not be able to take care of you at that time. So, you said you want to protect yourselves, how do you plan to protect yourselves?"

“We brought the equipment!”

Soon, they came out with their equipment - a medicine gourd each.

"This is?"

"Turtle Breathing Pills." The leading censor answered, "This is a good thing that the Jinyiwei brought out from the alchemy room when we came here. But we haven't used it yet, so we don't know if it's really useful."

"Oh, this is it." Phaethon beside him took a look and said, "I've seen this before. It is indeed something from the Jinyiwei. Look, there is a mark on the gourd."

"What's the use of this thing?"

"To put it simply, this is a pill that seals the breath." Phaethon replied, "All golden pills are basically centered around establishing the small circulation. The small ring pill I carry now is the most powerful 'broad-spectrum enhancer', which can simulate the effects of the small circulation in various senses. And this turtle breath pill, its effect tends to mask vital signs."

"Is this for hiding?" Shangluo asked. Because I heard that Jinyiwei often had the task of "squatting in flower pots".

"In fact, the main use of Jinyiwei seems to be to use it for closed-door training and to assist in visualization. If you take the Turtle Breathing Pill at this time, not only will you not be disrupted by your own breath - for example, when I said this, you may not realize that your breathing is automatic. As soon as I mentioned it, your breathing became manual, right?"

“You’re annoying.”

(End of this chapter)