I Want to Make the Prosperous Age of the Tang Dynasty

On the day when he died of starvation due to freezing conditions on Zhuque Street, Qin Hao had only half a piece of moldy biscuit left in his pocket. He pointed to the sky one thousand three hundred years from now and said to his trembling Huren sworn brother: "Did you see it? What's flying above is not a god, it's an iron bird!" Li Shimin gave him a plaque for the imperial wine of Quefeng Shao, but he threw the still into the emperor's face with his backhand:​​ "Drink the hell! Do you know how deadly methanol residue can be if it exceeds the limit?" The gatekeeper used the "Book of Filial Piety" to block Chang'an's water transportation, and he used the forged hammer to smash the floor tiles of the Golden Palace:​​ "Food crisis? I will teach you what protein conversion rate is!" With 200,000 Turkic cavalry pressing down on the Weishui River, he lit the nitroglycerine wine jar:​​ "The explosive yield is at my command - give these prairie wolves a flying monkey!" When the queen's pulse dried up and the prime minister's lungs were rotten, the imperial doctors of the court knelt down and lamented that the destiny of heaven could not be violated. Qin Hao kicked open the door of Tai Hospital and dragged in the homemade shadowless lamp and ice scalpel: "Mr. Sun, help me! Let's perform a thoracotomy on Datang today!" ​He chopped off the head of a Turkic Khan and dared to reveal the truth about the lameness of the prince to the emperor;​ He broke the thousand-year-old chain of the clan, and even used a hammer to force the bloody feuding father and son of the Xuanwu clan to embrace each other.​​ The nobles of the court scolded him for being arrogant and immoral, but Li Shimin slapped the Emperor's Sword on his desk: "Follow him closely! This man is responsible for the blood of China that has been boiling for thousands of years in advance!"