Chapter 38 Competition Events in the Martial Arts and Literary Arts Sect
"What brings you all here together, my esteemed ministers?" Li Shimin asked, a slight headache on his face.
With four dukes coming to pay their respects together, he had no reason not to see them.
"Your Majesty, I believe that Shuyu, Cheng Huailiang, and Changsun Chong can begin their studies on both civil and military affairs."
Wei Zheng bowed, his face showing arrogance.
My son even defeated Qin Qiong, what's there to be afraid of?
"Zhijie, what do you think?" Li Shimin asked.
"beat!"
Cheng Yaojin gritted his teeth.
The reason why the group rushed to the palace overnight was because Wei Zheng and Cheng Yaojin had gotten into an argument.
These two are natural enemies; they can't stand each other.
Who would admit that their son is inferior to the other person?
Are you sure?
Li Shimin couldn't help but ask a question.
"Well……"
Cheng Yaojin wore a resentful expression, as if he had been insulted.
"Ahem..." Li Shimin coughed lightly, as if realizing his slip of the tongue, and immediately corrected himself, saying, "Since both of you ministers have agreed, let's set the date for three days from now."
"As for the competition events..."
As soon as Li Shimin finished speaking, Qin Qiong immediately stepped forward: "Your Majesty, I hope that I will be in charge of this martial arts project."
"Oh?" Li Shimin smiled. "Does Uncle Bao have any suggestions?"
"Let's have a martial arts contest."
"Secondly, manage your subordinates."
"Three-way battle formation".
Clearly, Qin Qiong had already planned everything on his way here.
He had high hopes for Wei Shuyu.
So he wanted to test the other party again.
"I can understand martial arts, but how do you explain your management of subordinates and your battle formations?"
Li Shimin looked puzzled.
"Your Majesty, my idea is to throw them into the military camp, each leading one hundred new recruits, for three days, to see how well they manage their subordinates."
"Three days later, one hundred new recruits from each side will face off, and the winner will be the victor!" Qin Qiong said earnestly.
Li Shimin pondered for a while.
This competition may seem like a best-of-three series, but in reality, it's decided by a single round.
Wei Shuyu's martial prowess is already widely known.
Therefore, Wei Shuyu is destined to win the first round of the competition.
The subsequent command of subordinates was actually preparation for the third round of battle.
What is the best standard for judging how to manage subordinates?
Of course, we will win the battle!
"Not bad, not bad, best of three, quite fair." Li Shimin smiled and looked at Wei Zheng: "Xuancheng, what do you think?"
Fairness my ass!
Don't think I can't see it...
A single game to decide the winner, yet you insist on calling it a best-of-three series. I've never seen anyone so shameless.
The military camp was Cheng Yaojin's territory; managing his subordinates was just a matter of a word from him.
"Xuancheng, are you not satisfied?" Li Shimin revealed a displeased expression.
"Your subject has no objection," Wei Zheng bowed.
One was eager to marry off his daughter, and the other was eager to find a wife for his son.
Wei Zheng couldn't stop this.
So what if we lose? At worst, we can ask Uncle Yu to go all out during the duel, and make sure he beats the opponent so badly that he can't show his face for seven days.
"Okay, it's settled then."
Li Shimin smiled with satisfaction: "Now that we've finished discussing martial arts, let's talk about literature..."
"Xuancheng, you are a civil official, what good suggestions do you have?"
Although Li Shimin was asking a question, the implication was self-evident.
Wei Zheng didn't care.
If martial arts are already in such a state, then literature is just going through the motions.
He immediately cupped his hands in greeting: "Music, chess, calligraphy, and painting are all acceptable, but these are too pretentious. I think policy essays and poetry are better. Since there are three martial arts competitions, Your Majesty might as well add one more."
Li Shimin nodded in satisfaction.
His smiling face made him look like a cunning old fox.
It's hard to cheat in martial arts, but it's easy to cheat in literature.
Policy essays and poems.
Someone has to come up with the questions, right?
Who is the most suitable person to set the questions?
Of course, it's him, the emperor.
If Wei Shuyu prepares the answers in advance, how can he win?
“Xuancheng’s words are very much to my liking. In that case, let’s add a factor to this literary competition.” Li Shimin made the decision.
"Your Majesty is wise."
The group bowed in unison.
The emperor and his ministers chatted for a few more minutes before taking their leave.
The next day.
The sky was just beginning to lighten.
Wei Shuyu opened the door.
But what came into view was Qin Shandao.
The other person was dressed in a black outfit and stood respectfully at the door.
"master."
Upon seeing Wei Shuyu, Qin Shandao immediately greeted him.
“We’re about the same age, it would be too awkward to call you ‘Master’,” Wei Shuyu said with a smile.
"What's it called?" Qin Shandao blinked.
"Just like Little Jiji and the others, call him Big Brother."
"good."
Next, Wei Shuyu trained with Qin Shandao.
"Big brother, big brother..."
While he was exercising, Choi Shin-ki, with his hoarse voice, rushed in again.
Seeing the other person panting heavily, Wei Shuyu frowned.
Then……
The two-person workout team has become a three-person workout team!
Choi Shin-ki slapped himself hard across the face.
Isn't it better to just stay home and sleep?
Why go looking for trouble?
A few minutes later, Fang Yi'ai also joined the exercise.
The four-person workout team is complete!
"Alright, let's run to the Imperial College now."
Wei Shuyu took out several heavy sandbags and tied them to his feet.
Apart from Choi Shin-ki, the other two also brought [items/items].
"Waaah... Big brother, please don't take me with you to training anymore, okay?"
Choi Shin-ki cried and begged for mercy.
"no!"
Wei Shuyu resolutely refused, saying that Cui Shenji was the weakest and therefore needed more training.
"..."
After exercising all morning, the group rested in the pavilion at the Imperial College and made ice blocks.
"Big brother, have you ever thought about this?" Choi Shin-ki asked.
"What's the problem?"
Why do we have to make our own ice? Wouldn't it be better to hire some helpers?
A single word awakened me from my dream.
Wei Shuyu stroked his chin; this seemed like a good idea.
Moreover, the Tang Dynasty was short of ice in the summer, so it could be sold!
Without hesitation, Wei Shuyu waved his hand and immediately began recruiting people!
"Leave it to me, don't worry."
Choi Shin-ki slapped his chest repeatedly.
Then... the Imperial Academy had about ten more students skipping classes.
A large group of more than a dozen people poured out of the Imperial College!
The guards smiled respectfully as they saw them off, but inwardly they were cursing...
Are you trying to make me lose my job?!
He immediately reported the matter to the authorities.
Whose shop is this?
Wei Shuyu pointed to a rouge shop in a very good location and asked.
"Big brother, this is my family's."
A chubby little friend ran out from behind.
"How much does it cost to rent for two months?"
"It's free, brother, you can take it if you want." The friend readily agreed.
“That won’t do, that would be robbery!” Wei Shuyu frowned.
"Then just give me whatever you think is appropriate, brother," the friend replied with a grin.
"Okay." Wei Shuyu nodded: "When we make money selling ice, I'll give you a bigger share."
"Thank you, Brother Xie."
The friend immediately broke into a happy smile.
Immediately, a large group of people surged into the rouge shop...
"Young master, what brings you here?" The shopkeeper immediately came to greet him.
"It's none of your business."
The young man pushed the shopkeeper aside, then shamelessly asked Wei Shuyu, "Brother, what do you think we should do now?"
"Take all these rouges with you."
You're moving out, huh?
Understand!
The children all pitched in and threw all the rouge out the door, causing a scramble among the crowd.
"Young master, what are you doing? This is our own shop."
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