Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Li Xin usually reads things fairly quickly, but he can't speed up reading these documents. Sometimes he has to imagine a document for a long time before he can roughly understand its intention.

Moreover, the worst thing is not here, but that the level of these documents for applying for the Zhenguan Award is too different. Most of them are of very low level, and they only stay on very superficial issues.

If you want to say that these things are meaningless, it is true that they are not without. But if you want to say that it can win the Zhenguan Award, that is absolutely impossible. It's like the mouthwatering song is not bad, but it will definitely not win an international music award. If any award awards the award to the mouthwatering song, within two years, the credibility of the award will be exhausted.

The Zhenguan Award established by Li Xin is the same. The first selection of the Zhenguan Award determines the direction of the Zhenguan Award, whether it will become a monument of the Tang Dynasty in the future, or become a joke in the cracks of history. So he had to be more cautious.

To be honest, judging whether other people's inventions or innovations are meaningful based on the eyes of ordinary people is an unreliable thing in itself. Because most people's knowledge and cognition are limited. But Li Xin is different. He is a special case of special cases.

Because his body contains a soul from a thousand years later, with a vision beyond the times that no one can match. If even he feels that there is no value, then it is absolutely worthless.

With a headache, Li Xin flipped through one document after another, and the sky outside darkened before he knew it. However, he didn't even see a more reliable document. He couldn't help but smile bitterly: Could it be that the people of Datang haven't gotten used to this way of thinking yet?

Opening the next document with some desperation, Li Xin's eyes instantly turned from dark to bright, and his eyes moved left and right in his eye sockets, taking a panoramic view of all the information on the design drawings and instructions.

The more he looked at it, the happier he felt, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but slapped his thigh subconsciously and said: "We still have smart people in Tang Dynasty!"

Maybe it was because the slap on the thigh was too hard, Chen Youlan who just walked into the room couldn't help being annoyed and amused: "If you are smart, you are smart, why are you beating yourself?"

Li Xin was immersed in the documents just now, completely unaware that Chen Youlan came in, looked up at her, and smiled naively: "Why are you here? I thought you were out to play? What you are holding is what?"

Chen Youlan was holding a tray in his hand with a bowl on it, and he didn't know what was in it. She walked to Li Xin's side, put the plate in front of Li Xin, and said, "Just take something for you to eat, so that you won't be hungry and faint here."

Li Xin took a closer look, and it turned out to be a simple bowl of noodles in clear soup. He smiled and said, "I just want to eat some noodles." Frankly speaking, what he wants to eat depends on what Chen Youlan brings him, no matter what he brings, it is just right. It is the self-cultivation of a qualified husband.

He picked up the bowl and took a mouthful. The moment the taste of the noodles bloomed in his mouth, he suddenly understood where Chen Youlan had been for a while ago - no doubt, the kitchen.

This noodle is a bit overcooked, not chewy, not salted enough, and the taste is bland. All in all, it is definitely not the skill that the cook in the palace should have. However, this bowl of noodles was still served