C7 Congenital Disability

Beijing, Morning.

The emperor was in a good mood, before Eunuch Lee could even shout, he said it himself: "The first batch of Pulley Type Steel Crossbow have already arrived at Beilao Pass, and according to the information sent over, they have had a good effect. The number of attacks from the Oca Seventh Legion is extremely heavy, and even the main commander, Snowling, was injured. With the pressure on our Beilao Pass greatly reduced, we can finally sleep in peace. "

The crowd of ministers followed suit and cheered. However, Ye Tian could tell that this congratulatory voice was most likely not from the bottom of his heart. It was merely echoing the Emperor's feelings.

The emperor suddenly changed the topic and said to Yang Qiann, the Minister of Rites and Government, "When we first asked Wen Tianbi, what did he say?"

Lin Chengzhou and Qin Ruhua coughed at the same time.

Yang Qiann felt a chill run down his spine, but when faced with the emperor's question, he could only harden his hair and reply, "Reporting to the emperor, when we begged Wen Tianbi, we wanted to ask for a prince consort for Princess Chu Yu."

"Yes." The emperor nodded and continued, "Now, everyone has seen it. This Prince Consort is here right now. Minister Ye, listen to the imperial edict."

Caught off guard, Ye Tian did not expect that the emperor would suddenly issue an order to him. Just as he was about to kneel down and receive the order, he heard Military Affairs Minister Lin Chengzhou say, "Your majesty, the choice of Prince Consort is related to the rise and fall of the empire. It cannot be decided by Wen Tianbi alone, and other factors must be considered comprehensively."

The Emperor frowned and asked, "What other factors should we consider?"

Minister Qin Ruhua stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, the Prince Consort of past generations has not only created human beings through literature, but has also required a certain amount of force or mana. As the saying goes, cultivate both civil and martial arts in order to rule over the world. "Otherwise, how could the ministers of the imperial court sincerely accept it?"

The emperor's brows creased even tighter. "Then, according to the two of you, what should we do?"

"Martial techniques or magic spells, if President Ye is able to use one, we would naturally have nothing to say."

The emperor turned around and looked at Ye Tian. "Minister Ye, which technique and magic are you proficient in?"

"Huh?" Ye Tian said embarrassedly: "Martial arts and magic? I, I don't know anything. "

The emperor frowned again. "How can you not know anything? More or less. "

Ye Tian shook his head. "Reporting to the Emperor, this subject really can't steal anything."

The emperor still had a look of disbelief on his face. He stretched out his finger and a tiny fireball appeared on his fingertip with a "peng" sound. The emperor shook the fireball on his finger and asked again: "Minister Ye, this, can't it as well?"

Ye Tian shook his head nervously.

The officials were all amused.

The Emperor used the simplest magic, Fireball Technique, which could be used by some talented children. However, President Ye was surprised that he didn't know how to use it.

At this moment, the emperor's expression was slightly disappointed. He blew out the fireball on his fingertip, then stretched out his other hand and used his finger to tap on the table beside him. His fingertip made contact with the table, and with a "dong" sound, a hole as thick as a finger appeared on top of the table.

The emperor asked again, "This, it can't be?"

Ye Tian shook his head awkwardly.

Some of the officials were already laughing out loud. The Emperor was almost toying with the children. This was a very simple martial skill, hard finger technique. It was something that all children in their teens had to learn, but President Ye still didn't know it.

The disappointed expression on the Emperor's face was obviously even more intense.

At this moment, Lin Chengzhou suddenly said, "Maybe President Ye has never learned any martial arts or magic techniques, so he can't learn any specific martial techniques or magic techniques. But as long as there is power or mana in his body, he will have the potential to become a real mage or warrior and pass the test."

The emperor nodded and smiled: "Cheng Zhou, how do I check if Minister Ye has mana or fighting strength?"

Lin Chengzhou smiled as he said, "Your Majesty has forgotten that every year, when Military Court is recruiting, they will use their Divine Mountain Spirit Stone to check the strength and mana of every person who signs up for the army. At this moment, that Spirit Stone is within the Military Court."

"Send someone to get it." The Emperor said.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the Spirit Stone was delivered.

In order to prove the effectiveness of the Spirit Stone, Lin Chengzhou took the initiative to touch the Spirit Stone, and the Spirit Stone instantly released a strange color.

"Red and green, including yellow and white. Congratulations Lord Lin, you have reached Intermediate Wu Steel."

After that, everyone in the Military Court caressed the Spirit Stone one by one. Some were pleasantly surprised, some were proud of themselves, some were embarrassed, and some were disappointed.

When it was the time for the people of the Administrative Department to inspect the Spirit Stone, the brilliance had generally dimmed. Only the Minister of Ministry of Penalty, Liu Jinglei, was shining resplendently, causing everyone to sigh.

In the end, Minister Qin Ruhua pressed his hand on the Spirit Stone. In that moment, the Spirit Stone shot out rays of light, making everyone unable to look directly at it. The crowd exclaimed. Lord Qin was already at Advanced Devil Spirit Master's level and his skill was even higher than Lin Chengzhou's.

Lin Chengzhou snorted and turned his head away in disdain.

After Qin Ruhua tried it out, he pushed the tray of Spirit Stone to Ye Tian.

Ye Tian swallowed his saliva, and lightly placed his hand on the Spirit Stone with an uneasy feeling.

Everyone opened their eyes wide and looked at the Spirit Stone.

The Spirit Stone, on the other hand, seemed to have died.

Ye Tian was a bit unnatural. He pulled back his hand, changed his hand, and pressed his hand onto the Spirit Stone again.

The Spirit Stone still had not come back to life.

The emperor stared blankly at the Dragon Altar, unable to recover for a long time.

Martial power and mana, people were born with it.

There were people who were good at the former and people who were good at the latter. However, people who didn't understand the two were rarely seen. To be exact, they were the kind of people who weren't sane.

It's like human vision and hearing. Normal people are both. If you do not have any function, you will be considered a disabled person.

And the Ye Tian of today, above the imperial court, by the standards of this world, was clearly an incomplete cripple.

The emperor sat dejectedly on the throne, his eyes staring straight ahead.

The prince consort that Wen Tianbi sent down was actually a cripple.

When he woke up, Ye Tian stretched and sat up.

Looking at the empty room, Ye Tian suddenly felt like he was in a dream.

The farce in the imperial court yesterday had already spread throughout the capital, becoming a topic of conversation and laughter for the commoners.

All the citizens in the city knew one thing. The Prince Consort that Wen Tianbi sent down was a natural born genius. However, Prince Consort was actually a cripple. He was truly powerless, and would not even be able to make use of the strength of his bed.

Ye Tian sat on the edge of the bed and laughed self-deprecatingly. He thought to himself, "Who cares what others say. Walk your own path. Let others say what they want to say."

After saying that, Ye Tian felt a chill run down his spine.

Just as he was about to get out of bed and put on his shoes, he heard a knock on the door.

Soong Yuzhe pushed open the door and entered. He pointed to the sky outside and said with a smile, "Look, it's almost noon, and you're still sleeping. The emperor allowed you three days of leave yesterday, but you can't waste your time."

Ye Tian smiled embarrassedly: "A few days ago, I was really tired when I rushed to make the bow. I just got up when I went to sleep."

Soong Yuzhe sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Ye Tian. "Are you worrying about the court yesterday?"

Ye Tian shook his head, "Not that bad. But my body is very different from an ordinary person's. Besides being a craftsman, I'm afraid I can't do much for the country."

Soong Yuzhe patted Ye Tian's shoulder. "Your current position is very subtle."

Ye Tian looked at Soong Yuzhe. He could clearly hear the hidden meaning behind Soong Yuzhe's words.

"You must remember this old one's words. As the vice president of Royal Labor Union, no matter who wants to rope you in in in the future, you must always take the position of the Emperor."

Ye Tian nodded.

Soong Yuzhe took out a few silver notes and passed them to Ye Tian. "This is your monthly salary, and it also contains the reward for overseeing the production of Pulley Type Steel Crossbow, for a total of thirty silver."

Ye Tian held the notes in his hand. He had no idea how much silver taels there were in this world. Ye Tian did not have any direct feeling towards the actual purchasing power of one tael of silver.

"How much rice or flour can one tael of silver buy?" Ye Tian asked.

"The price of food in Beijing is quite high. One bag of rice noodle is 50 catties, which is about 200 gold coins. One silver coin for one hundred gold coins, which can be used to buy five bags of rice noodle soup." Soong Yuzhe explained.

Ye Tian nodded. He had a rough estimate of the real value of this world's currency.

Even in the future, a bag of ordinary rice noodles would weigh about fifty catties and cost a hundred yuan. If he calculated it this way, one tael of silver would be equivalent to 500 yuan in future generations.

Thirty taels of silver was equal to fifteen thousand yuan.

The salary of 15 thousand yuan per month was almost equivalent to the salary of the senior executives of the white-collar and middle management organizations of the future. This salary level corresponded to Ye Tian's position, so it was quite reasonable.

Soong Yuzhe looked at the empty room, as well as the messy drawings and drawing equipment at the corner of the wall, and said: "Ministry of Tax Administration's financial expenses are quite harsh, and Royal Labor Union doesn't have any excess sources of income, so we can only point to this little bit of salary. However, as a second rank official in the imperial government, it's not really proper for you to not have any maidservants. Although this little bit of salary is not much, it's still more than enough to buy a housekeeper and maidservants. "

After a pause, Soong Yuzhe continued: "The Flower Street in the southern part of Beijing is a famous human market. You should find some time to take a look around, pick out a few quick-witted and diligent ones to come back, and buy some things to keep this house up for the time being. "

Hearing Soong Yuzhe's words, Ye Tian's unspeakable thoughts started to flood again. Could there be a maidservant like Ting Xue in this house...