On the day when the sky suddenly fell, Li Shimin had just picked up the tea cup when his hand suddenly shook and boiling water splashed half of his sleeves. He didn't bother to wipe it, and stared at the picture in the sky.
[Inventory of the number one person in Datang Technology! He single-handedly allowed the poorest people in Lingnan to eat meat every day!
In the picture, the concrete road is wide enough for eight carriages to run side by side, and the black-smoking iron train roars past.
Song Lan, who was dubbed the "God of Wealth behind the scenes of the Tang Dynasty", was currently leaning on a bamboo chair in Lingnan, shaking a broken cattail leaf fan in his hand, not even bothering to raise his eyelids: "In this damn weather, I really want to eat some iced lychees..."
Changsun Wuji looked at the exam booklet in his hand that was rated "lower or lower" every year. His fingers trembled and he didn't turn it over for a long time.
Li Shimin's voice was stiff and he took two breaths: "Go... Invite me overnight... No, bring this bastard back to me!"
