That Yan Sheng, a Foolish Emperor!

That Yan Sheng, a Foolish Emperor!

As he sorted out his thoughts, Zhou Xu immediately picked up his brush and wrote down the order.

However, before sending it out, he suddenly came up with another idea.

There were undoubtedly blacksmiths on the New Continent, as well as departments specifically responsible for forging military equipment and weapons.

Setting crystal-iron weapons aside, Zhou Xu had no idea which side was stronger when it came to the technology of manufacturing ordinary iron weapons.

Since that was the case, they might as well arrange an exchange and learn from each other.

They had hot-air balloons now, anyway. Sending one or two exchange students over to study and improve together would do no harm either way.

The more Zhou Xu thought about it, the more sound the idea seemed. He immediately wrote another order, had the guards responsible for delivering messages take it along, and then buried his head once more in the mountain of documents and reports before him.

That day, Zhou Xu rose an hour earlier than usual because it was the day of the court assembly.

He had no interest in attending court every day. It was not that he was neglecting state affairs; Zhou Xu simply felt that there were not so many matters every single day that required them to personally seek his instructions and report to him at court.

Thus, according to his arrangements, the court assembly was now held once a week.

Of course, if anything especially important came up, a court assembly could be convened temporarily for discussion.

At that very moment, seated upon the dragon throne in the great hall, Zhou Xu propped up his chin with one hand and listened listlessly as Li Bowen passionately sang his praises below. Then he could not help yawning.