[Travel+System+Wits+Pseudo-History]
The programmer's soul traveled to Wang Wei, who was critically ill, and his life was bound to the AI system when he opened his eyes!
Poetry and painting? No, my brain is a walking quantum computer!
Princess Yuzhen's tea party lurks a murderous plot, the ink paintings turn into holographic projections, and silicon-based chips are buried under the blue bricks of Chang'an City.
When Zhang Jiuling's grandson drew the Regicide Star Map with a nanometer ink pen, and when Li Chunfeng's manuscript predicted the countdown to the Anshi Rebellion——
I tore open the splendid clothes of the prosperous Tang Dynasty and saw the wounds of history being tampered with.
"After the new rain in the empty mountain?" No, this is the doomsday code calculated by AI!
Holding the soul of Li Bai's poem in my left hand, and controlling the quantum code in my right hand, I tore apart time and space in the fatal game between Xuanzong and the prince.
If rewriting "The Song of Colorful Feathers" can restart the lifeblood of the Tang Dynasty, do you dare to bet your soul in the 21st century on this game?
