The middle-aged man with his mouth full of sweet potatoes said he was Li Shimin. Seven-year-old Jiang Feng's eyes widened: You said you are the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty? Then am I not a god? Du Ruhui didn't dare to say anything at the side, and Changsun Wuji's eyes went straight. On a desert island, how do three Tang Dynasty people and a time-traveling agriculturist live?
