In the middle of the night, on my way home from overtime work, I saw a street stall. The old man said, "Young man, you owe me," and then forced a piece of rusty iron into my hand.
When he woke up again, he became the prince Li Chengqian who had just become lame ten years after Zhenguan.
The green bird is thinking about the location of the East Palace, the young slaves are sharpening their knives behind their backs, and the civil and military officials of the court are waiting to see when the crippled prince will be deposed. This script is wrong. Historically, this unlucky guy will be exiled in another two years?
Fortunately, the iron lump came through.
Han Zhun, Yang Ziming, Xie Anshi, Xiao Yu... These names that should have died a thousand years ago were pulled out one by one by me. He rescued Empress Changsun who had half her foot in the coffin, and also took over the territory of Luoyang.
When Li Shimin finally realized that there were tens of thousands of troops in this lame son's territory——
Outside Xuanwu Gate, my father pointed at my face and said, "You are trying to rebel!"
