My Country Is Picturesque, but I Don't Paint It

"I have the final say in my world - if you don't want to, then forget it." Li Xuan, the last emperor of the Daxing Dynasty, was bound to a [Prosperous Mingjun] system. The system requires him to work hard to achieve success in civil and military affairs, and leave a name in history. Li Xuan looked at the mess of an empty treasury, powerful ministers in power, and urgent border issues, so he turned off the system prompt backhand. Going to court? If you can't get up, take a vacation. Memorial? I couldn't understand, so I burned it to keep warm. Foreign enemy invades? Close the city gate and let them scold me. My ears have an automatic blocking function. He just wants to lie paralyzed on the dragon bed until the end of the world, and by the way, he will use the shortcomings of modern people to destroy all the old-fashioned courtiers. Until he folded the memorial into a paper airplane and shot the King of Zhenbei in the face, took the lead in eating melon seeds and gossiping at the palace banquet, smashed walnuts with a jade seal and rewarded the hungry loyal ministers... The government and the public are gradually collapsing: This emperor is not only bad at acting, he also has no quality! But they gradually discovered that the border had been stabilized at some point, the treasury was inexplicably full, and the intricately connected powerful people all started to donate money with tears in their faces... Sitting on the dragon chair, Li Xuan crossed his legs and muttered to the system in his mind: "Do you see? Lying down is the highest management art."