Datang: What's the Matter with Mr. Guan That My Father Is a Reckless Man?

In the ninth year of Wude, the Prince of Qin's palace was in danger, and the Xuanwu Gate revolution was imminent. Nine-year-old Cheng Chuliang looked at his reckless father, silently took out a glowing "cuboid black brick" and pressed the dial. "Hello? Institute of Later History? Yes, I am the Tang branch! Please check the location map of Xuanwu Gate and send me the best ratio of homemade black powder. Yes, waiting online, it's urgent!" After hanging up the phone, Cheng Chuliang patted Li Shimin's thigh in an arrogant manner under the horrified gazes of all the mighty generals of the Tang Dynasty: "Uncle King Qin, don't panic, my father is just a reckless man who only knows how to draw A. It's unreliable to expect him to rebel. Tonight at the Xuanwu Gate, my nephew will show you what 'physical transcendence' is!" Li Shimin took a breath of cold air, and Cheng Yaojin was so shocked that even Ma Shuo dropped to the ground: "Is this silly son of mine possessed by a god?!"