Li Shimin looked at Fang Zheng under the Xuanwu Gate, as well as various advanced weapons, and shouted loudly: "Mr. First, then the Tang Dynasty, and I, Mr. Gong'an."
Changsun Wuji was lying on the money pusher, squinting his eyes, tapping Erlang's legs, listening to the recently released Tang Dynasty style music, humming a tune, feeling very comfortable: "In the beginning, I flattered you, and that's why I became the richest man today. As the descendants of the Changsun family, you must be respectful to your husband."
Cheng Yaojin looked at the rows of tanks and artillery. When he looked at the barbarians on the opposite side fighting each other with swords, he laughed to the sky: "Why are you fighting me? Second Battalion Commander, fire the cannon."
Fang Xuanling wore reading glasses and stared at these plans helplessly.
The high-speed rail plan, rocket plan, Datang Humanities Plan, and Datang's next hundred-year development plan were all lost in thought. Until the time of death, I still couldn't figure out why Datang was developing so fast.
As the person involved, Zhou Buren was lying among some beautiful maids, doing nothing all day long, listening to the community, teasing the beautiful maids, being fed when he opened his mouth, and being served every day. This kind of life made countless cows and horses envious.
"Hey, this kind of life has been going on for too long. It's so boring. I really want to explode something."
Looking towards the palace, he had a bold idea in his mind.
