In the ninth year of Wude, the Xuanwu Gate changed.
Tai Chi Palace was dyed red with blood. Li Shimin's eyes were gloomy, and his long sword was placed on the neck of Chu Yuan, the living room master: "How should the history books write about today's events?"
Facing life and death, Chu Yuan sneered and threw his pen: "What's the point of tampering with the past? If you have the courage, I will write a "Notes on Future Life" for you!"
"After three months, the Turkic troops approach the Wei River, and you will be humiliated by the alliance!"
"In your later years, you are obsessed with elixirs, and the prince will rebel!"
"The country of the Tang Dynasty will eventually fall into the hands of a woman named Wu!"
The whole court was furious. Li Shimin thought Chu Yuan was crazy and threw him into death row.
However, as the crisis on the Wei River and the dramatic changes in the court came to light one by one, the monarchs and ministers of the Tang Dynasty were completely panicked.
Late at night, Li Shimin ignored the majesty of the emperor and rushed into the prison overnight. His knees weakened: "Sir, you are a great talent, please save me from the Tang Dynasty!"
Since then, the painting style of the Tang Dynasty has undergone a sudden change.
Wei Zheng: "One word from Mr. Chu is worth the remonstrance of an old minister a hundred times!"
Changsun Wuji: "My family's trump cards are all in the palm of my hand?"
Wu Meiniang: "Meiniang does not ask for the world, she only wants to serve her husband and practice ink for the rest of her life."
Many years later, Chu Yuan used heaven and earth as a situation and pushed back the past three thousand years of China. All civil and military officials in the dynasty knelt down!
