The Tang Dynasty Carried the Coffin and Asked You If My Eyes Were Dry.

In the seventh year of Zhenguan, Yongxingfang, Chang'an City. "Clang!" The door of the Wei Mansion was violently kicked open, and several bad guys with Tang swords and fierce looks on their faces swarmed in. The light of the swords was particularly dazzling in the winter. "According to His Majesty's order, arrest Wei Zheng!" The leading bad guy's voice was rough, breaking the tranquility of Wei Mansion. Wei Zheng stood in front of the hall, his face calm, but his brows were slightly wrinkled. "Father!" A childish voice pierced the air. Wei Qing rushed in front of Wei Zheng with a single stride. His thin body stood in front of his father, like a chicken protecting its young. He stared at the group of vicious bad guys, his eyes full of anger. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.