Your Majesty, Your Painting Style Is Too Advanced!

Dressed as an unlucky emperor who only reigned for 29 days, I had two pills in front of me: one was fatal, the other was money. The civil and military officials in the dynasty are waiting for my death, and the concubines in the harem are looking forward to my collapse. I put the poison pill into the eunuch's mouth with my backhand, and took pictures of the "KPI Assessment Form for the Five Years of the Ming Dynasty" at the court meeting. The Donglin Party accused me of valuing business over agriculture? The Royal Institute of Technology was established, and craftsmen were directly awarded titles! The national treasury is empty and the border is in crisis? Issuing national bonds to engage in franchising, and the navy went to Nanyang to grab silver! Is the Hou Jin cavalry fierce? Hot air balloons dropped leaflets, fortress chains deployed new troops, and Huang Taiji came crying to surrender! I looked at the barrage that read "Your Majesty's style of painting is wrong" and "This cabinet cannot be led", and calmly reviewed the "Overseas Colonization Feasibility Report". Until the cold-blooded imperial doctor who always handed out brochures late at night was pressed in front of the microscope by me: "Su Aiqing, please explain why the arsenic and lead content you tested is exactly the same as the snack recipe given by Concubine Zheng..."