We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

Planning the industrial park was something Li Che had planned a long time ago.

The separation of industrial areas and core areas is the most basic principle in urban construction.

Fortunately, Fengguo’s technology tree only focuses on iron smelting, gunpowder and glass.

However, the trend of industrialization is only going backwards and not forwards, and in the future it will inevitably light up industries that are more polluting, such as refining, internal combustion engines, and plastics.

By that time, with several large chimneys blowing towards his and his ministers' homes, it would be considered a blessing to live to the age of thirty.

In order to appease Chen Gui, Li Che granted him more land and funds.

Seeing the large open space circled on the map, Chen Gui, who had just felt a little resentful, immediately burst into laughter.

Li Che standing by also had a smile on his face. Letting Chen Gui choose the land first was not a special privilege.

The reason is simply that if the Gunpowder Department doesn’t choose first, other departments won’t dare to choose either, and no one wants to be their neighbors.

If it weren't for Li Che's protection, Chen Gui, who was unsympathetic and only focused on scientific research, would have been marginalized by his colleagues long ago.

Before leaving the Gunpowder Department, Li Che took a look at several types of grenades and explosives that Chen Gui had newly improved.

Its practicality is average and its power is unsatisfactory, barely reaching the standard for mass production.

When he walked out of the Gunpowder Department, Huo Duanxiao covered his mouth and coughed lightly, obviously shocked by the power of gunpowder.

"Is Zhengze feeling unwell?" Li Che had noticed that Huo Duanxiao coughed frequently and couldn't help asking.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I'm fine." Huo Duanxiao said with a wry smile, "It's an old lung problem. It comes back every few days."

"Lung disease?" Li Che's expression turned serious.

In ancient times, lung disease was a general term for various lung diseases. Because the symptoms were similar, they were all called lung diseases.

For example, pneumonia, tuberculosis, pulmonary embolism... I don't know which one Huo Duanxiao has.

But no matter which type of lung disease it is, it is a fatal disease, and in ancient times it was even an incurable disease.

Li Che suddenly thought of something and said in surprise:

"Zhengze has lung disease, but he can still ride a horse and fight, chasing more than ten Khitan cavalrymen alone?"

Huo Duanxiao smiled faintly and said, "Although I am weak and sickly, I was born with supernatural strength. I believe it is God's mercy."

Li Che: ???

Can the two words "frail and sickly" and "born with supernatural powers" appear in the same person at the same time?

Huo Duanxiao is so seriously ill. If his lung disease can be cured, wouldn't he be invincible?

"Can the regular disease be cured?" Li Che asked again.

Huo Duanxiao shook his head, and said calmly: "My father has consulted famous doctors in the capital, and even asked His Majesty to ask the imperial physician to help diagnose this disease. They all said that this disease has no cure and can only be treated with rest."

"Your Highness, don't worry about me. Although this disease cannot be cured, it won't kill me in the short term. I'm used to it."

Huo Duanxiao was very open-minded, but Li Che kept it in mind.

Lung disease was a terminal illness in ancient times, but this is no longer the case in modern times. Although some lung diseases cannot be cured, it is still very easy to suppress them.

Among them, antibiotics are the most effective.

The technology tree is still progressing too slowly. For the sake of Huo Duanxiao, an SSR-level talent, I have to find a way to produce penicillin.

. . . . . .

In the next few days, Chaoyang City ushered in a period of peace.

Farmland reclamation is in full swing, industrial production is progressing steadily, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

Huo Duanli's team also returned to the imperial capital.

The Yangxin Palace was empty, all the maids and eunuchs had been removed, and only a pair of emperor and minister were left in the palace to perform dialogue.

"After entering the city, I saw that the people there were all working hard. Although their lives were hard, they were quite energetic."

"The soldiers of Fengdi were also very impressive, and every one of them wore armor. They were filled with murderous intent, yet they did not harm the civilians at all."

"After the ceremony, His Highness hosted a banquet for all the ministers. From what I have seen, the civil and military officials of Fengdi are all capable and talented people. It can be said that there are many talented people here."

"During the banquet, His Highness was in high spirits and even composed a poem."

"Oh?" Emperor Qing slowly opened his eyes and looked at Huo Duanli with interest: "Sixth Brother can also write lyrics?"

"Your Majesty, it was indeed done by His Royal Highness in person in public."

"tell me the story."

"Yes." Huo Duanli took out a piece of paper from his chest and read:

"The scenery of the northern country is frozen for thousands of miles, and snow drifts for thousands of miles.

Looking at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, there is nothing but mangmang;

......"

After the poem was finished, the emperor behind the desk remained silent, and Huo Duanli stood there respectfully.

After a moment, Emperor Qing said calmly, "I see. You've worked hard, go home and rest."

Huo Duanli didn't dare to say more, and quickly bowed and said, "I'll take my leave."

After that, he turned and left.

The emperor behind him suddenly said, "Leave that poem behind."

"Ah?" Huo Duanli looked surprised, then reluctant.

He tried to speak and asked, "Your Majesty, could you allow me to read it again?"

Emperor Qing burst out laughing: "You kid, don't you study hard every day? You can't even memorize a poem?"

Huo Duanli could only smile awkwardly.

"Well, I allow you to copy this poem and take it away."

Huo Duanli thanked him quickly, and a young eunuch came out from the back of the hall, bringing paper and pen.

He squatted on the ground and copied it hastily, put the original paper on the table, and then respectfully took his leave.

After Huo Duanli left, the hall became quiet again.

Emperor Qing closed his eyes for a long time, then suddenly picked up the paper on the table and scanned it line by line.

After a moment, the corners of Emperor Qing's mouth curled up slightly and he murmured:

"Want to compete with the gods?"

"The country is so beautiful!"

"To count the heroes of the day, look no further!"

"Sixth Brother, Sixth Brother." Emperor Qing's eyes were sharp. "How many things have you hidden for me?"

Emperor Qing put the note away, stood up and walked towards the wall.

Stepping onto a raised floor tile, the wall suddenly opened, revealing a dark room.

When Emperor Qing stepped in, the door of the dark room closed automatically.

The furnishings in the secret room were simple: a desk, a bookshelf, and an oil lamp.

He silently lit the oil lamp to illuminate the wall.

There were several notes stuck on the wall, each with one word written on it:

Qin!

晋！

Chu!

燕！

齐！

蜀！

These are the names of the countries of the princes of Daqing!

And above, there is no title of king for Li Che, nor the position of crown prince.

Emperor Qing came to the table and ground it gently.

He turned over the piece of paper with Li Che's words and wrote a word on it himself:

奉！

Picking up the note and returning to the wall, Emperor Qing fell into deep thought, motionless like a statue.

Only when the light of the oil lamp began to dim did he slowly raise his hand and stick the piece of paper with the word "Feng" written on it on the wall...

The position between 'Chu' and 'Yan'.