I, the Prince of the Tang Dynasty, Am Lying Flat and Unable to Control Myself

Li Ke traveled through time and became a prince of the Tang Dynasty, his biological father Li Shimin, and his biological mother a former princess. He had already figured it out: whoever wanted the throne would grab it, and he would quietly be a salted fish, hugging Li Zhi's thigh tightly and shouting 666. But history will not let him rest. In class, he criticized Kong Yingda and asked the old scholar for "teaching without distinction" and made him shut up on the spot; instead of punishing him, Li Er, with bright eyes, called him to the Liangyi Hall for a private chat. Papermaking, printing, coal stoves, jade, high-quality liquor - he took out the inventory bit by bit. Li Er looked up more and more, and Empress Changsun couldn't move her eyes away from the perfume. The sixth brother, Li Min, was only six years old when he molested palace maids, raped civilian girls, and broke the legs of guards. Li Ke rolled up his sleeves and whipped him, then locked him up in the small dark room: "You dare to be so arrogant when you are only six years old. If you live to be sixty, are you going to overthrow the Tang Dynasty?" Li Er squatted in the corner and read it. Instead of stopping him, Li Ke made up for it with a smile: After a month of shut-in and reflection, the eunuch around him would kill him with a cane. After Li Ke finished beating the person, he clapped his hands and continued to lie down. But the way Li Shimin looked at him was getting more and more wrong. Lie flat? Think beautifully. She didn't want to fight for the right to be the legitimate son, so she was forced to move forward by her father. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.