I, a scholar of the Southern Song Dynasty, was beating drums in front of the Kaifeng government office to complain about injustice.
Time and space were messed up, and I was transported eight hundred years into the future.
As soon as the drum beat fell, the surrounding flashlights were as bright as day.
A drone hovered above my head, and a man in black called me "fellow Taoist."
And from behind, a cold voice came:
"Who is filming in front of the city hall? Is there any record?"
I held the petition paper high and said loudly: "Wan Sheng, I want to file a petition!"
——Excuse me, which QR code should I scan to see the emperor here?
