Prologue: When scientific thinking reaches a dead end
When I was dressed as Liu He, the knife was held on my neck - the emperor was deposed on the 27th day recorded in the history books, and I couldn't even survive three days.
One moment he was a doctor of science and engineering in the laboratory, and the next moment he became the deposed emperor under Huo Guang's sword. The moment the killer opened the curtain, I grinned at the bloody blade: "The god said... You will come."
From then on, there was a mad emperor in Chang'an. He drooled over the memorial, but used charcoal to calculate the parabola late at night; the "auspicious light mirror" he rewarded was actually a by-product of the coating experiment; he squatted in the imperial garden to study the pH of the soil, and the whole government and the public sighed, "Your Majesty is sick again."
Huo Guang stared at me like a bird in a cage. He fed me medicine, and I filtered it with activated carbon; Zhang Ruoxi, the spy he sent, received a secret letter written using chemical reactions under my window. Until the severe drought in Guandong, Changyi State was full of grain due to "farming tools promoted indiscriminately by the mad king".
The countdown to death ended at Huo Guang's bedside. He grabbed me with his withered hands: "Who... Are you?"
I leaned over and whispered: "Someone who should have thanked you in the paper for providing the experimental samples."
When the candle went out, there was a confrontation between soldiers and horses outside the palace gate. And there is a cold light hidden in my sleeves. No more acting this time.
