The Zhenguan Court of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty became a magical live broadcast room where you had to shout "3, 2, 1, link up" to stay alive.
A sky curtain tore through the Chang'an sky, and only Emperor Li Shimin and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty could be seen. The cold countdown of the system hangs in the Taiji Palace: [The national treasury is empty, and the Turks are heavily armed. Please host to start broadcasting immediately and exchange goods for the country's destiny. ] Li Shimin looked at the empty treasury account books and dug his fingertips into his palms. Two hundred thousand Turkic cavalry have crossed the Yinshan Mountains, but he has no military pay in his hand, only 500 Longyou official horses and 30,000 shi of grain that have just been put on the shelves in the "live broadcast room". "The fate of the Tang Dynasty is here to be fought - link up!" He had to go out and hawk it in person amidst the astonished gazes of the court and the ridicule of the barrage. The Minister of Rites reported the specifications at the top of his lungs, Wei Zheng acted as a quality inspector with a dark face, Yuchi Jingde was pressed on the head to try to eat military rations, and his teeth broke with a bang. Li Shimin, who was sitting on the dragon throne without changing his expression, sounded the gong: "Best hit, next one!" The court system forcibly bound Jiangshan Sheji, and the transaction volume was converted into swords and rations for the border guards in real time. As soon as Li Shimin used the gimmick of "His Majesty signed the jade seal" to sell out the unsalable salt and iron coupons, the Turkic envoys bought 3,000 maps of the Tang Dynasty. When the Bolingcui family was frantically scrolling through the barrage to lower prices, Li Jing's urgent news burst into the live broadcast room: the grassland coalition forces were heading straight into Chang'an along the route they had just leaked in their "group fight". The whole hall was filled with dead silence. Li Shimin slowly raised a brand new link, his eyes filled with blood: "On the shelves, pre-sale of Zhaoling burial objects."
