"Gurgle~~~"
As the two spoke, Bai Zhang, the imperial physician, began to rumble.
He clutched his stomach, bowed to Zhao Guangyi, and then turned to rush outside.
"A deaf person, who can actually speak?!" Li Shimin watched Bai Zhang's retreating back, finding the matter utterly unbelievable.
Other imperial physicians standing nearby came forward to make excuses for Bai Zhang.
"Your Majesty, a congenital deaf person certainly cannot speak. However, among those who become deaf later in life, a portion can still speak normally."
"It's just that they cannot hear their own voices. When they speak, they worry others cannot hear them, so they shout very loudly."
"Cough~ cough, the weather is nice today, quite sunny and pleasant. Anzhi, come with me for a stroll~"
Li Shimin said solemnly, beckoning Fang Er.
Who could have imagined that the person standing out would be a deaf imperial physician who could speak?
Fang Er shook his head and followed Li Shimin towards the palace gates.
Outside the Daqing Hall, the sky was overcast, and fierce winds whipped up dark clouds. Between the clouds and Kaifeng City, a seagull was...
Uh, wrong, no seagulls!
In any case, the weather outside was absolutely not as Li Shimin described. The moment he stepped out of the Daqing Hall, Li Shimin's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Damn it, I was too hasty!
Fang Er, however, did not notice his expression. Instead, he remembered the system's earlier reminder.
Disasters were imminent. He hoped this would just be ordinary rain!
He tentatively asked, "Father, what do you think about bringing all the people of the Song Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty?"
Li Shimin stared at him, bewildered. "What did you say?"
Fang Er repeated, "I said, let's bring all the people of the Song Dynasty over to our side."
Only then did Li Shimin confirm he hadn't misheard. He was about to agree but then quickly shook his head and refused.
"Don't ask me about this. I'm too poor to afford the travel expenses for so many people!"
An increase in the Tang Dynasty's population was a good thing, but he still remembered the exorbitant travel fees when they brought people back from the Ming Dynasty.
Without payment, they would become like that sheep, sliced in half by the spatial passage!
He didn't want to suffer the same fate. Shenyang still had eight beautiful sisters waiting for him~
Fang Er sighed, "It's no longer about money. If we don't take them back, I'm afraid not a single living soul will be left here!"
"As for the reason, I can't explain it clearly to you for the moment."
"You need to be mentally prepared. Be prepared for the Tang Dynasty's population to increase a hundredfold!"
Li Shimin froze, his eyes wide. A hundredfold increase?
Was this still manageable?
If that were the case, would the Tang Dynasty still be the Tang Dynasty?
After a long pause, he stared at Fang Er and said, "Tell me properly, why won't a single living soul be left here!"
Fang Er showed a wry smile. After thinking for a long time, he said, "You know, this is a parallel world, and it's still somewhat different from three hundred years later in our time."
"And this difference is disaster."
"I went to a place south of Sasanian Persia a few days ago, and disasters have already begun to break out there."
"Earthquakes that cause landslides and fissures, tsunamis tens of meters high, and volcanic eruptions that have been dormant for many years."
"None of these have ever appeared in the historical records of the Ming Dynasty."
"Therefore, I believe that the people here will sooner or later be affected by natural disasters, and there is even a danger of the entire nation perishing."
Li Shimin listened to Fang Er's words with vacant eyes. He only snapped back to reality when the cigarette butt in his hand burned him.
He dropped the cigarette butt, crushed it with his foot, spat out a puff of smoke, and said with a grave expression.
"This is simply outrageous. Give me some time to process this. We'll discuss it tomorrow!"
With that, he left without looking back.
Fang Er was very understanding of his reaction.
If it were him, and this news wasn't from the system, but from someone else, he would probably have taken them for a lunatic!
"Oh~~ Hiss~ Phew~"
From the hall behind him, Ge Luoyang's sudden scream was heard.
Fang Er turned his head and saw him walking out of the hall with his legs clamped together, his gait forming an inward-turning 'X' shape. Those two legs were a living 'x'!
In front of him, two other imperial physicians blocked the path. Ge Luoyang quickly shouted, "Move, move aside~~"
But in the next moment, another sound emanated from him.
"Puff~ puff~ Bang~"
As the sound echoed, a foul odor spread throughout the Daqing Hall.
He looked at the imperial physician with a distressed face and said, "No need to move, it's not necessary~"
That bowl of medicine had been drunk by him at some point, and it was clear that its effects were now kicking in.
"Oh dear, how can it be so smelly~~~"
Zhao Guangyi, cursing, ran out of the hall pinching his nose. He looked back at the Daqing Hall with a pained expression.
This was the venue for the annual grand ceremony. After being requisitioned by Li Shimin for only two days, it had been subjected to a "poisonous shit"!
He didn't know why the imperial physicians' medicines were so potent. The smell was simply outrageously foul!
"Quick, carry him out and have the Daqing Hall cleaned from top to bottom!"
He casually grabbed a guard, pointed at Ge Luoyang, and shouted.
If the person wasn't removed quickly, he feared the hall would be unusable in the future!
The guards dared not disobey the order. They called for a few helpers, brought a quilt, and laid it on the bluestone floor tiles in front of Ge Luoyang.
"Brother, please lie down, so we brothers can carry you out~"
There was one word that could perfectly describe Ge Luoyang's current mood.
That word was "social death"!
His current state was more unbearable than being dead~~
At least, when dead, people would remember to offer sacrifices. But now, alive, he had brought shame upon himself centuries later!
With a look of complete despair, he lay down on the quilt, allowing the guards to carry him away.
Wang Xuance took off his clothes to cover his mouth and nose and said with some concern, "Lord, this subordinate will follow."
Fang Er nodded slightly, then said to Zhao Guangyi, "Your Majesty of Song, it is getting late. We will leave the palace to find lodging. If there is anything, send someone to Fanlou to inform us."
"Also, please prepare the ten million taels of silver we discussed earlier."
"Once my brother has recovered, we will depart immediately."
Zhao Guangyi was overjoyed and quickly nodded. "Duke Anguo, please rest assured, the silver will be ready within three days!"
Only then did Fang Er lead Zhou Yanxi, Li Da, and others out of the imperial palace.
The Fanlou of the Northern Song was a very famous restaurant. Bianliang City had no curfew, and it was said that at night, it could be so crowded that it was impossible to get a table.
Since they were here, they might as well go and see if it could compare to their own Zuixian Lou.