Dreaming Back to the Tang Dynasty: King Zhenguan Xiaoyao

I, Li Ke, dress up as Li Shimin's third son. I originally wanted to be a salted fish, teasing girls, making some money, eating and waiting to die. Unexpectedly, there is no system, and the golden finger relies solely on junior high school textbooks. When he came up with saltpeter ice-making, the prince brother snatched him as a partner, and he casually recited poems and became a top poet in the Tang Dynasty... Li Shimin: "Ke'er, how do you fight the Turks?" I took out the compressed biscuits and frostbite ointment: "Dad, let's eat first and then beat people." Li Chengqian: "Third brother, the throne..." I offered the map of America with my backhand: "Brother, the world is so big, I want to see it!" Many years later, I was basking in the sun in Australia with my princess in my arms, and the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty were still working for me. Hey, how could Prince Xiaoyao turn Datang into an empire on which the sun never sets, right in front of you?