Entering the martial arts temple is the highest honor for a military commander.

In the past few years, Qin Mo has conquered more territories than Da Qian.

Capturing Maodun and waiting for the return of Nanfan will not be possible again in thousands of years.

Thousands of years ago, would the emperor doubt the champion?

Won't!

Neither can he, let alone his son-in-law.

The Qin family is not a powerful family. Although it has money, it does not own the land.

It can be seen from the Qin's textbooks that it is not a one-to-one private study taught by those aristocratic families in the past.

"No, it's too early to enter the Martial Arts Temple. No one enters the Martial Arts Temple while they are still alive." Li Shilong was worried.

He didn't doubt Qin Mo, but it was sometimes very difficult for the emperor to silence everyone in the world.

"Entering the Confucian Temple? Not possible. Although that guy is prolific in writing, he doesn't have any useful works!

Even if there is, you can't get in now."

Li Shilong sighed, those novels cannot be regarded as masterpieces.

Writing a book and a biography is a very serious matter. Unless you have extraordinary literary talent and high moral prestige, you should not write a book or a biography.

Otherwise, it's just a joke and no one will support it.

At this moment, Li Shilong had a flash of inspiration. Since he could not enter the Confucian Temple or the Martial Arts Temple, he could build a "Yuntai Pavilion" to hang portraits of civil servants and generals to commend their contributions!

This is good, not only is it honorable, but it also gives you face, and if you tell me about it, you can silence everyone in the world!

Thinking of this, all the sorrow in Li Shilong's heart disappeared.

He walked quickly to the document, took up his pen and wrote down the three characters "Qiankun Pavilion"!

"Someone, take these three words and engrave a plaque on them!"

...

At this time, Beijing.

When Li Yue was supervising the country, he was always in the side hall.

Even when summoning ministers and holding court meetings, they are always in the side hall and never arrogant in the slightest.

I review the memorials here diligently every day without any slightest care.

That day, he reviewed the memorial until noon, and the heat was unbearable.

It’s extremely hot in Beijing in July.

Looking at Li Xian and Li Xuan who were sleeping soundly on the papers, he shook his head, walked over and patted their shoulders, "It's time to have lunch!"

Li Xian was so sleepy that he raised his head and said, "What, do you need to fertilize? Didn't you just fertilize yesterday?"

Li Yue gave a wry smile, these fifteen days, his mind is full of farm matters.

"I said, it's time to eat. After lunch, you go to the outskirts of Beijing to observe the surrounding water storage."

"Really?" Li Xian suddenly woke up, "Xie Bage, sitting in the palace every day makes my butt sore!"

Li Xuan said with a lack of interest: "It's such a hot day, I'm going to kill you, Bage, please let me go back to the laboratory in the afternoon. I really don't like to read these memorials."

It makes my eyes hurt, my head hurts, and my whole body feels uncomfortable!”

"My father asked you to learn how to deal with political affairs here, can you two have some snacks?" Li Yue said helplessly.

"Bago, we are not interested in this at all, don't force us." Li Xiandao: "We are not the material to be emperor at all, you can do this kind of drudgery.

With this time, I might as well make new fertilizers, find ways to make pesticides, and increase crop yields.

There are specialties in the art industry, but I can't do this like you!"

As he spoke, he rubbed oil on the soles of his feet and ran out of the side hall in a hurry, shouting: "I won't come here anymore. If you need anything, come find me in the fields!"

Li Yue had a headache. He finally caught him from the field, but he ran away again.

If the father asked him, how would he answer?

"Sixteen, can you let myna save some snacks?"

"Bago, I was not born to be an emperor. You know my dream, which is to build a large ship, a more efficient steam engine, and in the future, I will also build the internal combustion engine that my brother-in-law said.

There's also a plane. Aren't you wasting my time?

My time is precious.

What does it mean to be an emperor?

Isn’t it just that if there are more people kneeling down and worshiping, using bigger documents, and more women sleeping with them, then so what?

When you die, don't you just lie in a coffin?

Even if the mausoleum is built as gorgeous as the palace, what's the use?

Can he be resurrected from the dead?

When you are an emperor, you really have no technical skills at all.

Let me tell you the truth, even if my father begs me to do it, I won’t care.

I stay in the palace every day and make no progress at all. I have no idea that the outside world is changing with each passing day.

Even if he could go out, it would only be around the capital.

It would be a waste of time and money to go further away, and I would find various excuses.

It’s so annoying.”

Li Xuan held his head high, put away the drawings in front of him, put them under his arm, and cupped his hands, "Thank you for your hard work, Bage, I've put you through the trouble, and I'm not interested in being the emperor anyway!"

After saying that, he tossed his hair and walked away!

My brother-in-law’s teacher said that a person must have personality, and a scientist must have personality even more!

emperor?

Not even a dog!

"Sixteen, you..."

Li Yue smiled bitterly, why was the emperor no longer worth anything when he said it?

However, these two brothers, one who concentrates on farming and the other on studying things, are indeed very important.

He thought about it and let him go.

There is no use in forcing.

If my father asked me, he would be scolded twice.

Just as I was thinking about it, a voice came from outside, "Great victory on the grassland. Qin's consort, Captain Xiaohai, captured Maodun alive, beheaded more than 60,000 people, and captured 10,000 people."

Hearing this voice, Li Yue was startled, then ecstatically ran out, and saw the scout running over in a hurry, kneeling on one knee, "Report to the King of Yue, a great victory on the grassland, the Prince Consort captured Mao Dun alive, and defeated Bei Nu!

"

Li Yue took the good news and read it carefully. He was very excited and said, "Okay, okay, idiot. I know you can do it."

Looking at the Beinu people's strategy in the victory report, and thinking of Qin Mo's first victory report, he also felt a wave of fear, "As expected of my brother, I know that the first victory in this battle must be yours!"

The greater Qin Mo's achievements, the higher his prestige.

Everyone knows that Qin Mo is his and he grew up wearing the same crotchless pants as him.

However, there was a letter underneath the good news. He couldn't help but ask: "What kind of letter is this?"

"To the King of Yue, this is your Majesty's letter!"

Li Yue's expression became serious, "You go down and have a good rest first. Someone will come and spread the good news throughout the capital and enjoy it with the people!"

After saying that, he turned back to the side hall, opened Li Shilong's envelope, and read it carefully.

First of all, it affirmed the various measures he took while supervising the country in the capital.

Then he talked about the two brothers Li Xian and Li Xuan. He said bluntly that they were not willing to review the memorial, so they were allowed to do what they wanted to do.

Seeing this, Li Yue also breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the father also knows their ambitions!
Chapter completed!