AD 2026, the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in the Jiachen year of the lunar calendar, it was 2:17 in the morning.
Wen Chao stared at the phone screen, his eyes bloodshot. The blue light of the screen reflected on his fourteen-year-old face, revealing a strange paleness.
He didn't care about the end of the term three days later. What made him obsessed at the moment was a rubbish Internet article called "The God-Level Life of Reincarnated Li Shimin".
"What the hell are you writing?" He complained in his mind for the 108th time. "His Royal Highness King Qin has to take a dip in the spiritual spring before going to court every day? When Wei Zheng comes to remonstrate, he first takes out the system-rewarded Shut Up Talisman? Did the author write this with his own hands?"
But he couldn't stop.
Just like you know that instant noodles are not nutritious, but you still can't help but squeeze out the seasoning packet when soaking.
At two o'clock in the morning, my brain has already stopped functioning, but my eyes feel like they are glued to the screen.
"Chapter 18: The Xuanwu Gate Incident, Li Shimin fought one against a hundred..."
Wen Chao rolled his eyes: "One against a hundred? Brother, do you think this is cutting leeks? It is clearly written in the history books that during the Xuanwumen Incident, Li Shiming shot the prince and was knocked down by a tree branch. Li Yuanji strangled his neck with a bowstring... - It hurts!"
