Delivering Food in Shanghai: I Deliver Huazi to Li Shimin

There are many planes in the heavens, with different directions. When they move in the same direction, they will merge into one, but when they move in different directions, there will be many planes. In the Song Dynasty, in the palace, Zhao Kuangyin was looking at his mobile phone attentively, and there was a flash sale message on the screen. Diapers. Big sale, five hundred taels a piece. Press quickly. Congratulations, your instant sale is successful. Zhao Kuangyin showed an expression of relief on his face, finally having a chance to talk to the master again. Shocked, shocked! The First Emperor had stayed in Weiyang Palace for eight consecutive days without eating. All the officials were worried and sighed: The world is about to be in chaos. Late at night, the First Emperor's palace. Ying Zheng had KFC in his left hand and iced Coke in his right hand. He was enjoying his food and there were takeout boxes all over the hall. … Li Shimin sat in his building in the community and poured a cup of tea for Xiaohehe: "Little brother, last time you said that boy Li Zhi inherited the throne?" "This is wrong. I remember that the prince of the Tang Dynasty was Li Chengqian." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.