You never know which will come first, tomorrow or the accident.
Chai Lingwen, a clerk in a chemical plant, tried to plug a leaking air vent, but ended up blocking himself in the fourth year of Wude in the Tang Dynasty more than a thousand years ago.
Someone told him that he also wore it, but no one was there that day. Was he surprised or surprised?
I thought I was an orphan again, but I didn't expect another surprise. My body turned out to be the lost youngest son of Princess Pingyang Zhao who was not recorded in history?
I can live my life comfortably this time.
What? Want to dawdle. Do I, His Majesty Li Er, agree? . . . . .
Chai Lingwen shouted to Li Er from afar: "If you don't want to be left alone, roll it up. Roll up the endless prosperous Tang Dynasty in my mind..."
