Zhu Qizhen looked at the telegraph machine and then at Tong Xuan kneeling below, feeling very complicated.

This guy has a flexible mind and has some attainments in the field of electricity. For some reason, he likes electric fish. I don’t know if he got stuck by a thorn when eating fish in his previous life.

"Okay, as long as you don't study electric fish, I won't pursue it."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Tong Xuan looked horrified. Didn't he just build an electric fish device? It was inexplicably linked to regicide. If he had a weak psychological quality, he would probably be frightened to death.

"This telegraph machine..."

Zhu Qizhen swung the telegraph machine with great interest.

Tong Xuan and Xu Pu looked at each other, both of them were confused, because this thing was made after a telephone, why did the emperor come up with a new term as soon as he opened his mouth.

Telegraph, telephone?

A telephone, as its name suggests, is a machine that can make long-distance calls based on electrical principles.

This simple telephone can only send letters remotely. Logically speaking, it should be called a telecommunications machine. Why should it be called a telegraph machine?

"...Did you two make it?"

Tong Xuan nodded and said: "Exactly!"

Zhu Qizhen nodded and said, "The stuff is pretty good. Do you have the code book?"

"ah?"

Tong Xuan was stunned, the emperor even knew the code book?

Xu Pu was also very surprised. He took out an encyclopedia of natural science from his body and said, "This is the book I used."

Zhu Qizhen added: "The three sets of numbers represent which page, which column and which number respectively. Is that so?"

Tong Xuan and Xu Pu were even more shocked. They really didn't expect that the emperor could tell the essence of the reporting principle that they had worked so hard to figure out with just one glance. It was really... unfathomable!

"Back to the emperor, that's exactly what it is!"

"It's a good thing. We can set up an experimental dedicated line from Xishan to the capital. Well... the code book needs to be specially made. It's best to prepare two copies, one for daily calls and one for encrypted calls."

Xu Pu was puzzled and asked: "Please give me a clear explanation from the emperor!"

Zhu Qizhen put down the things and said, "You two made this thing, do you know what it means?"

The two looked at each other again, and Xu Pu said: "It is roughly equivalent to the telephone proposed by the emperor. It can transmit information remotely, but it cannot make calls."

"Yes, it is possible to transmit information. As long as the line is open, you can send a telegram here and it can be received thousands of miles away. However, the strategic significance must also be considered!"

"I understand!"

Xu Pu looked suddenly enlightened and said: "As long as we can make an identical telegraph machine and put it on the line, we can receive information. If there is a war, the intelligence we send may be intercepted by the enemy!"

Zhu Qizhen smiled happily and said: "That's right, that's exactly what I meant!"

Xu Pu continued: "The emperor mentioned encryption just now, which means that we need to prepare another set of code books. By then, even if the information is intercepted, the enemy will not be able to decipher it!"

Tong Xuan's eyes lit up and he said: "You can prepare a few more sets, and then use a set of identification codes in advance to show the difference when sending. The receiver only needs to check the identification code to know which notebook is used."

"Very good, get ready as soon as possible!"

"yes!"

The two of them said goodbye and went back to Xishan to prepare.

Zhu Qizhen stood up slowly and walked out of the imperial study.

"emperor!"

Wan Zhen'er came over with the soup and medicine. When she saw Zhu Qizhen, she quickly saluted.

"Forget it!"

Zhu Qizhen waved his hand and said: "In the future, when there are no outsiders, don't salute. I don't like those red tapes."

Wan Zhen'er looked embarrassed and said: "Isn't this... inappropriate?"

"I said it's okay, it's okay!"

"yes!"

"What medicine is it for today?"

"Back to the emperor, it's ginseng and deer antler soup to replenish qi and blood."

Zhu Qizhen was a little funny and said: "I have recovered, there is no need to eat ginseng every day, right?"

"The Emperor has not recovered yet, so he should replenish his energy and blood."

"If you add too much of this stuff...will you cause a nosebleed?"

"Only those who are weak will be exhausted. Your Majesty is in good health. He will only become more energetic with more supplements!"

Zhu Qizhen had no choice but to drink the soup.

Wan Zhen'er looked curious and asked: "Your Majesty, do you know everything?"

"What do you want to ask?"

"I……"

A blush suddenly appeared on Wan Zhen'er's face, and she whispered: "I have been experiencing occasional distension and pain in my lower abdomen recently. I wonder if I am sick?"

"Then let's go to the Tai'an Hospital. I remember there are several old doctors who are good at treating women's diseases."

"There have been a lot of changes in the Tai Hospital recently, and the old doctors are very unfriendly to a little girl like me. Every time I see her, they have a sullen look on their face, as if I owe them money!"

Zhu Qizhen knew in his heart that the establishment of the Shang Medical Bureau had the vague intention of stealing the jobs of the Tai Hospital. Coupled with the Queen Mother's illness and his own poisoning, he was severely slapped in the face twice, which had already made those old doctors lose their face.

How is it possible to give her good medical treatment?

Moreover, now that Wan Zhen'er is a doctor herself, she doesn't look down on her own illness, so she can't help but make people laugh at her.

"I don't understand it very well, but... please tell me first, what is the situation?"

Wan Zhen'er said: "It's mainly a dull pain in the lower abdomen, especially on rainy and cloudy days."

Zhu Qizhen thought for a while and realized that the situation she was talking about was probably uterine cold syndrome.

However, I am just relying on guessing and cannot be accurate.

If it is just uterine cold syndrome, it will take some time to adjust and it will not be a big problem.

Just be afraid...what if it's a more serious disease?

"Come here and let me take a look!"

Zhu Qizhen was worried, but it wasn't a tumor or anything like that...

Wan Zhen'er came forward with a twitchy and unnatural look on her face.

"Lift up your clothes."

"ah?"

Wan Zhen'er was stunned and her face turned even redder.

Zhu Qizhen didn't think much about it. He was just wondering what kind of disease this symptom was. He was not a doctor, so the information he came into contact with every day might not be enough.

Wan Zhen'er slowly lifted up her clothes, revealing the snow-white skin on her lower abdomen.

Zhu Qizhen didn't think much and stretched out his hand to press it.

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Wan Zhen'er felt as if she was electrocuted, and couldn't help but trembled, saying: "No... no!"

Zhu Qizhen moved his hand down half an inch and asked again: "Here?"

Wan Zhen'er's body was trembling a little, she gritted her teeth and said, "Yes!"

"Don't shake..."

Zhu Qizhen frowned and pressed it slowly a few times, but found nothing hard.

Then, he suddenly lowered his head and pressed his face against it.

This action shocked Wan Zhen'er. She wanted to speak, but was so nervous that she couldn't.

"Your Majesty, I have cooked a bowl of bird's nest porridge for you..."

A familiar voice came, and Queen Qian was seen standing at the door of the Imperial Study Room with a bowl of hot porridge.

Wan Zhen'er turned pale with fright and subconsciously wanted to escape, but Zhu Qizhen was holding her waist and couldn't leave.

Queen Qian had already seen this scene and stopped immediately, not knowing what to do.

Zhu Qizhen then raised his head and said to Queen Qian: "Just in time, come here."

Queen Qian stepped forward in confusion. At this time, Wan Zhen'er was blushing to the root of her neck with embarrassment, biting her lips until they were purple, and almost crying.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing?"

Zhu Qizhen let go of Wan Zhen'er, grabbed Empress Qian's waist, and pressed her face against hers.
To be continued...