Chapter 988: The Tyrant's Revival

  In the Zhongzhou government office, a servant hastily ran to Liu Zhang's study and was stopped by Wang Xie, the leader of the personal guards: "What's going on?"

  "A girl came from outside and said she was here to deliver a booklet to Huang Quan, the great master."

  Wang Xie took a glance inside and saw Liu Zhang sitting alone on the grass mat, drawing something on white paper with his brush. This state had been maintained for one night already. Looking at Liu Zhang's exhausted appearance, Wang Xie ordered the house servant: "What's so urgent? Come back later."

  Jia Ding was just about to leave when suddenly a voice came from inside, "If it's someone sent by Lord Huang, let her in."

  "Yes." The housekeeper responded and left. Wang Xu let out a helpless sigh, he had followed Liu Zhang for several years, and in the past when Liu Zhang was indulged in sensual pleasures, he had sighed countless times, but now that Liu Zhang was diligent with government affairs, he still couldn't help but sigh.

  Huang Yue hugged the bamboo slips and entered, the gentle morning breeze blowing her hair slightly disheveled, her light yellow clothes moistened with dew, making her figure even more slender. Liu Zhang lowered his head, drawing something while casually asking: "Are you a servant of the Huang family? Why didn't Master Huang come?"

  Huang Yue carefully put down the bamboo slip and said, "My brother didn't sleep all night yesterday, and he just fell asleep this morning. I couldn't bear to wake him up, so... please forgive me, Governor." After finishing speaking, Huang Yue felt her heart pounding rapidly.

  "Brother?" Liu Zhang raised his head to look at Huang Yue, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Is it you?" Then he slapped his forehead and said: "I remember now, we met on the street before, you said you were Young Master Huang's sister, just why are you coming so early in the morning, without even a servant?"

  "We still live in the rented house." Huang Yue felt a warmth in her heart when she heard Liu Zhang mention her.

  "Hoo~~" Liu Zhang let out a sigh, threw his pen to one side and said: "Look at me being the provincial governor, I'll reward you with a mansion later on, and divide half of the provincial government's servants among you."

  "No, no, no, don't mention it." Huang Yue hastily waved her hand and said: "How can we accept the service of a provincial governor's servant? We still have money, after some days we will go buy a house, and add some servants and maids."

  "I know you come from a big family and aren't short of money, but does having money mean you don't appreciate things? Honestly, I'll tell you the truth - in this huge mansion, it's just me and Rong'er, we don't need so many servants, I've been wanting to dismiss them for a long time, but I was worried they wouldn't have anywhere to go, giving them to you would solve my problem perfectly."

  "No, that one." Huang Yue was embarrassed: "If my brother knew I came to deliver things and received a reward from the governor, he would definitely scold me. If the governor must give a reward, just give it to my brother in the future."

  Looking at Huang Yue's bewildered expression, Liu Zhang suddenly smiled and said: "It's better this way, you go back first and tell Huang Quan not to come to the Mu Fu today."

  "Oh." Huang Yue responded listlessly and was about to leave when she suddenly saw Liu Zhang leaning against the wall with his eyes closed in thought, and couldn't help but ask: "Is there something troubling you, Governor?"

  "Yes." Liu Zhang said with his eyes closed: "I've drawn the diagram, but I still have to label the names and dimensions, it's really difficult."

  Huang Yue peeked at the white paper in front of Liu Zhang, only to see that the precious paper was filled with things she had never seen before. They looked quite interesting, but she was very skeptical about Liu Zhang's words.

  "Governor, isn't it just a matter of writing down the name? What's so difficult about that? Doesn't the governor have a ruler to measure dimensions?"

  Liu Zhang couldn't tell Huang Yue that he can't write calligraphy with a brush, but using the brush as a painting tool is fine. Writing words is still in traditional characters, forget it.

  Liu Zhang could only say "sorry" in a low voice to Huang Yue: "The words written by this official are very ugly."

  Looking at Liu Zhang's appearance, Huang Yue couldn't help but giggle. She never thought that a dignified governor would have such an expression, but it made her feel more intimate. Huang Yue said softly: "Sir, this humble woman has read a few years of books and can barely write decent characters. Can I help you?"

  Liu Zhang glanced at Huang Yue, Huang Yue's face turned slightly red, Liu Zhang was stunned for three seconds, and suddenly slammed his hand on the table: "Good, couldn't be better." Huang Yue was startled.

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  "Hey, this is a chair, not a rake, it's a chair, a dragon chair."

  "Dragon chair? What's that?"

  "That's where the emperor sat."

  "...that's called a dragon bed."

  Huang Yue started crouching, but later got tired and unknowingly sat down beside Liu Zhang. Liu Zhang guided her from the side as Huang Yue first wrote on bamboo slips, then after Liu Zhang nodded in approval, she would write it on paper. Liu Zhang couldn't help but admit that Huang Yue's handwriting was indeed full of aesthetic appeal, pleasing to behold.

  "Turn ninety degrees inward, inner angle one hundred twenty degrees."

  "This place is so small, how can you write so many words?"

  Liu Zhang looked at it and saw that the space on the chair's support was indeed very small. With a brush, not to mention traditional characters, even these few simplified characters couldn't fit. After thinking for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up, he found a piece of silk fabric, wrote 0, 1, 2...9, ten Arabic numerals on it, and asked Huang Yue: "Do you recognize them?"

  "Hmm." Huang Yue shook her head.

  "Well, then I'll tell you about it. This is called the San Miao number, which was invented by the ancient Chi You's San Miao tribe..."

  Liu Zhang poured the digital invention into the Chinese people's heads, and then began to carefully explain it to Huang Yue. Huang Yue listened with relish, becoming more and more astonished as he listened, and the two of them became completely absorbed in their work.

  "General, it's almost time for Governor Zhou to hold court. Shall we summon him?" a personal guard asked Wang Xie.

  "Cut the crap." Wang Xie took a glance inside, although they weren't physically touching, but from his angle, it looked like two people cuddled up together. He said, "Master has finally relaxed for a bit, and you're still discussing business, do you want to exhaust Master to death?"

  Just then, Liu Zhang stood up inside, adjusted his clothes and said to Huang Yue: "I'm going to the front hall now, miss please take care of yourself."

  "Oh." Huang Yue's calm smile suddenly disappeared, looking a bit despondent. He mustered up the courage to raise his head and say: "Sir, can I come here again tomorrow? I haven't fully figured out the rules of those numbers yet."

  Liu Zhang chuckled: "Of course, I haven't finished drawing yet, just in time to save a maid... Oh, sorry, this official misspoke."

  Seeing Liu Zhang agree, Huang Yue's face regained its luster: "Nothing, Master can just treat me as a maid and order me around."

  Liu Zhang picked up several marked drawings and waved his hand at Wang Xi, who stepped forward and said, "Sir, you've been busy all night, don't you want to take a rest?"

  "No need, I'll just come back and catch up on some sleep later. Let's go. By the way, call me earlier next time, I almost missed the timing today."

  "Yes." Wang Xie responded, but in his heart he sighed again. The master had become possessed or something, overnight changing from a weak and mediocre ruler to a diligent and wise one, making it hard for him to adapt.

  Huang Yue watched Liu Zhang leave the house, and then thought about what Liu Zhang had said about addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division for a while. Seeing that Liu Zhang wouldn't be back soon, she was just about to leave when Liu Xun suddenly ran out from inside. The little guy looked at the empty gate and said blankly, "Dad's gone again."

  The words were filled with disappointment, and even Huang Yue was infected, standing up to bow and say: "This humble girl has seen the young master."

  Liu Xun turned his head to look at Huang Yue, opening his big eyes to size him up, but didn't find anything worth paying attention to. He took out his own brush and bamboo slips, starting to practice writing on them. Huang Yue walked two steps towards the door, when a thought suddenly flashed in his mind. He turned around and said to Liu Xun: "Young master, since the adults are not here, can I keep you company while you write?"

  "No." Liu Xun said without turning his head back.

  Huang Yue was taken aback, but didn't get angry. He continued to speak in a gentle voice: "If the young master can write well, even compose a poem or an article, I'm sure the adults will be very pleased. Who knows..."

  "Really?" Huang Yue's words were not finished, Liu Xun turned back with excitement, looking at Huang Yue with a face full of expectation, "If I can write poetry, would Father really be happy?"

  Huang Yue was taken aback for a moment, then nodded definitely and said, "Of course it's true."

  "Great, sister can teach me how to write now, and also write poetry, I want to write a new Book of Songs."

  Huang Yue: “……” Indeed, she has great ambitions.

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