When Tang Yu woke up, he found that he had traveled through time.
In the Daliang Dynasty at this time, the late emperor was halfway through his business but collapsed in the middle. When the young king was in doubt, the general held his own troops and respected himself, the young emperor remained silent, and neighboring countries watched eagerly.
Tang Yu, who was working as a proton in the capital, stayed away from the life of a social animal. He just wanted to tell stories, farm, listen to music, and be a happy person.
But a large web of intrigues and intrigues tightly covered him.
"Why is it always me who gets hurt?"
While joking and chatting on the road to hegemony, when I look back, my hands are covered with clouds and rain.
