"Your Majesty, forgive me! Regarding the improvement of gunpowder you ordered, I really don't understand the point."
They have followed Xiang Kunlun's instructions and improved their weapons as much as possible according to his requirements.
It's just that they don't have a big idea about these things, and they don't have an exact image in their minds.
Everyone was very worried and lowered their heads to apologize to Xiang Kunlun.
Unexpectedly, Xiang Kunlun, as the king of a country, took the lead in reflecting on his mistakes.
"It's because I didn't think carefully. You don't have this awareness, so I asked you to improve your weapons. It really shouldn't be done."
In the next few days, he spent time in the craftsman's workshop, working with these people to improve gunpowder and firearms, and comprehensively upgrade all weapons.
In this way, the full power of the weapon is brought out.
The workers were also shocked. Xiang Kunlun didn't have the airs of an emperor at all.
During these days, he lived and ate together with these workers.
These uneducated roughnecks cannot express any blessings for the country or the nation.
They just felt from the bottom of their hearts that Xiang Kunlun was a wise king.
The word "Ming Jun" is enough to evaluate Xiang Kunlun. This is the most satisfactory answer from the people.
After all the weapons were improved, Xiang Kunlun was ready to return to the palace.
As soon as he went out, before he could even take a step out, he was frightened and stopped in place.
I saw a lot of people standing outside the door.
They all looked excited and held different things in their hands. They surrounded the craftsman's workshop on three levels inside and three outside.
Xiang Kunlun was confused: "What are you doing?"
The people talked in a flurry of words, and for a while, Xiang Kunlun didn't hear a word clearly.
The people were so enthusiastic that Xiang Kunlun listened for a long time before he understood that they came to thank him.
He raised his voice and said: "Since I have become the emperor, I have to be responsible for everyone. This is what I should do. There is no need to say thank you."
The hearts of the people were even more moved.
Their only thought at this moment was that Xiang Kunlun must be a god from heaven who came down to earth.
He couldn't bear to see them suffer, so he became a mortal to help them.
In other words, Xiang Kunlun must know magic!
Xiang Kunlun, who still didn't know what they were thinking, had no idea that he had become a god-like existence in their eyes.
If the people admired and respected him before, now they have turned into naked worship.
There was a painter with skinny arms and thin legs, shouting desperately: "Please give way! Make way, I want to pass!"
Relying on his small body, he actually squeezed his way out and had the courage to push his way to the front.
"Your Majesty," the painter said in an excited tone, "I am a painter, and I have an unkind request. I hope that Your Majesty will forgive me."
Xiang Kunlun became interested. The painter came to see him. What's the matter
"But it doesn't matter."
The painter said that he wanted to paint a portrait of Xiang Kunlun.
"In this way, everyone can hang the emperor's portrait in their homes, and we can worship you like a god."
As soon as this statement came out, it won strong support from everyone.
Xiang Kunlun couldn't laugh or cry. Although this represented everyone's love for him, why did this operation feel so awkward
Xiang Kunlun suddenly thought of the door god and some auspicious beasts, and now he has become a mascot in everyone's eyes.
Seeing that he was silent, the people began to persuade him.
"Your Majesty, let him draw a picture for you!"
"Yes, I will be the first to buy it when the time comes, and none of you can compete with me."
"I will definitely worship every day from now on!"
Such remarks made Xiang Kunlun, a tough-minded man, feel a little embarrassed.
He coughed twice: "Everyone, be quiet and listen to me first."
"Actually, there is no need to be like this. I am also an ordinary person. You don't have to be like this."
But the people didn't listen.
For the first time, Xiang Kunlun felt like a male star, being chased and intercepted by fanatical "fans".
Thanks to the help of other ministers, he was able to "escape".
Xiang Kunlun couldn't help but said to himself: "This is so enthusiastic."
When he returned to the palace, he was about to go to his four wives and tell them about this matter.
Unexpectedly, I was told that a scholar came to see me.
Xiang Kunlun's eyelids were twitching wildly, and he always felt like he had a bad premonition.
"Let him in."
He really had a good premonition.
The scholar said that he was a history writer and wanted to record Xiang Kunlun in the history books.
However, there were many details that he was not very clear about, and he was a little unsure.
"Recording history must not be adulterated, so I am brave enough to ask the emperor some questions."
Xiang Kunlun knew that this scholar's temper was more stubborn than ordinary people.
If he didn't agree, he didn't know how long he would be tortured.
"Then ask."
The scholar carefully recorded what Xiang Kunlun said and what he had done.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
The scholar looked excited. With this first-hand information, he would be able to write this part of history in a wonderful and fascinating way.
Seeing the scholar leaving happily, Xiang Kunlun suddenly felt a little itchy.
He went to the study to rummage through the cabinets and found some previous manuscripts.
Before the world was unified, he wrote part of "Dream of Red Mansions", but later shelved it and never finished it.
Now, it’s better to take advantage of this opportunity and complete it.
Diao Chan walked in and saw Xiang Kunlun writing attentively at a glance.
She didn't disturb him and walked forward curiously.
Soon, she was attracted by the story written by Xiang Kunlun.
How could there be such an infatuated person in this world
This poor woman, although she was dependent on others, she was still proud.
Xiang Kunlun wrote three chapters in one breath before putting down the pen.
Seeing Diao Chan standing there, she smiled and asked, "Why didn't you play with Jiang Er and the others today?"
Unexpectedly, Diao Chan seemed to be in trance and ignored him at all.
Xiang Kunlun felt a little strange, so he walked over and saw that she was seriously reading the Red Mansion he had written before.
"This is a love story, wait until I finish writing it."
Before he finished speaking, he saw a line of tears slowly leaving Diao Chan's face.
She threw herself into Xiang Kunlun's arms: "Oooh! I feel so sorry for Daiyu! Can you not write her down so pitifully?"
Xiang Kunlun couldn't laugh or cry, lamenting that girls are indeed prone to sentimentality.
In the Red Mansion, everyone is destined to be a tragedy, and he has no way to change this ending.
(End of chapter)