Xu Yu sat up suddenly, with a splitting headache. The hangover-like dizziness made him groan uncontrollably. Isn't he participating in the Equestrian World Cup qualifying competition? Why are you lying on the big carved bed?
"Master, you're awake!" A young man wearing coarse clothes rushed over in surprise, with a look of joy on his face, "But I was so scared that you were in a coma for a whole day and a night!"
Xu Yu rubbed his painful temples, and a large number of memories that were not his own flooded into his mind. Xu You, the son of the Minister of Household Affairs? The horse disturbed King Li Tai of Thailand and was kicked away by the horse's hoof, killing him? He actually traveled through time, to the twelfth year of Zhenguan!
"What time is it now?" Xu Yu tried his best to sound calm.
"Go back, young master, it's already time to tell." The boy replied cautiously.
In the twelfth year of Zhenguan, Li Shimin was in his prime, and the battle for the heir apparent between Prince Li Chengqian and King Li Tai was beginning to take shape. Xu Yu, no, now Xu You, is actually involved in this power whirlpool?
