Dads, Any Novels Set in the Tang Dynasty? Your Son Is Desperate for Something to Read

157 带 Return to Datang with the Golden Finger of the System Jun FeibaiHistorical110k WordsOngoing 8Reads—Score—Shelves

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In the Tang Dynasty novel, you travel to the Tang Dynasty with the system. You can survive in the early stage and expand in the later stage. There are unlimited supplies. The system only provides supplies, technology, etc. To the protagonist.

160 大 Great Tang: From Foot Soldier to Prince of Western Prefecture The Blind Man Loves Wagging His TailHistorical1.9M WordsCompleted 7.5kReads8.4Score481Shelves

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Story summary: Whoever sees knows.

162 大 The God-Level Prince of the Tang Dynasty, Li Er Was Assassinated at the Beginning Xiaoxiang DrunkardHistorical380k WordsCompleted 69Reads—Score—Shelves

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They are all from the Tang Dynasty. Some are dressed as Li Er's son, some are dressed as Li Er's son-in-law, and some were named generals for their military merits at the age of eight. They are all very good-looking! If you don't like it, don't spray it.

169 大 Datang Yuhuan Crane in the WildHistorical487k WordsCompleted 2.1kReads—Score327Shelves

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You can take it away without thanking me [thinking]

170 大 Great Tang: Sign-In for Zhao Zilong's Legacy White InkstoneHistorical503k WordsCompleted 5.4kReads8.3Score219Shelves

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Let's read the new book, it's not too serious anyway!

171 盛 The Rebellious Son of the Prosperous Tang: The Story of Li Ke Old XingHistorical3.6M WordsCompleted 2.3kReads7.9Score195Shelves

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Is that enough?

173 大 The Tang Dynasty’s Noble Son-in-Law Chen YuHistorical5.1M WordsCompleted 42.6kReads8.4Score2.4kShelves

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Very good book, I recommend giving it a try

174 大 Great Tang: Li Chengqian, Submit the Wu Zetian Scenario Yan GuanHistorical196k WordsOngoing 106Reads6.9Score—Shelves

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These Tang Dynasty texts are pretty good

178 我 My Mother Is Empress Changsun Being Fat Isn't a ProblemHistorical449k WordsCompleted 2kReads7.2Score100Shelves

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These two are very good-looking, you can take a look if you like them

180 大 The Most Powerful Super God Army in the Tang Dynasty Pu MountainHistorical4.8M WordsCompleted 93Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Recommended star rating: 8

183 回 Dreaming Back to the Tang Dynasty, Holding the Regent's Hand Do You Like to Eat Coriander?Historical542k WordsOngoing 7Reads—Score—Shelves

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Maybe you can give this a try, the History of the Tang Dynasty. It's not a cool novel, it's relatively bland and the pace isn't too slow. (However, there is something wrong with the title of this book and it should be changed) (Original title of this book: Tang Dynasty Common Doctors)

184 大 Xiao Xian Wang of Tang Dynasty Drunk on Southern SorrowHistorical272k WordsOngoing 123Reads—Score—Shelves

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Dad is here too [laughing evilly] [laughing evilly]

185 小 Xiao Sizi's Journey to Two Worlds Jiang's Is GoodUrban6.2M WordsOngoing 2.9kReads7.6Score191Shelves

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186 大 A Stick in the Tang Dynasty My Name Is Wang DabaoHistorical1.8M WordsCompleted 2.9kReads8.7Score234Shelves

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Set in the middle and late Tang Dynasty, funny + suspenseful, with a real background. ,

187 大 The Tang Dynasty’s Greatest Menace The Song Is Not Yet FinishedHistorical2.3M WordsCompleted 37.6kReads8.4Score3kShelves

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After finishing the book I wrote, I will try to recommend it. It starts with a strong conflict, and it starts with counterattacks, frequent slaps in the face, no system, technical flow, money strings, and high blood pressure. [Laugh][send heart][laugh][send heart]

188 大 Datang: Revealing His Time Travel Identity to Li Jiancheng at the Beginning Fallen Blossoms, a Heart Grows ChillyHistorical160k WordsOngoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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All in Tang Dynasty

192 名 Mingtang Xiping OfficialsHistorical824k WordsOngoing 69Reads—Score—Shelves

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Systemless, cool and advanced, logical and historical

193 走 Taking the Path of the Qin Dynasty Left the Han Dynasty with Nowhere to Go Night Stalker's KillingHistorical1.1M WordsCompleted 69Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Here you go. . . .

195 穿 Travel Through the Early Tang Dynasty to Create an Alternative Prosperous Age Zhe YuanHistorical790k WordsCompleted 166Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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High-energy chapter - Chapter 26 The first battle of the fort. In the sixth year of Zhenguan, June 12, Longrushan fort. At this time, the fort was not the "abandoned fort" that Ashina Gudulu said. Under the sunlight at noon, the stone joints of the newly built fortress wall showed black and gray patterns, which turned out to be glued and cut with Fenghe cement. When Yao Kemin put down his telescope, Wang Tieniu quickly stepped forward and reported, "We encountered horse thieves scouts five miles outside the fort. After firing warning shots, they not only refused to retreat, but dared to fight back. By the time we caught up, they had already retreated into the fort. It was visually estimated that there were 300 enemy troops, and there were still civilians in the fort." "Did the party members occupy the fort?" Yao Kemin asked. "It doesn't look like it. Judging from the repair of the city wall, it is the craftsmanship of my Han family craftsmen. And Fenghe cement can only be used by Han family craftsmen." "Did the imperial court send troops to garrison it?" Liu Rengui asked. "There is no need for the imperial court to set up a military fort here," Wang Tieniu said, handing over a crossbow arrow. "When we chased to the fort, we shot this thing from the top of the city." The steel seal of "Fenghe Bingshen" on the arrow shaft was clearly visible. Liu Rengui scraped the arrow cluster with his fingernail, and blue-white debris fell down: "The quenched steel mixed with Nanyang iron slag is exactly the system used to support the Northern Expedition in the third year of Zhenguan." There was a muffled "bang" in the distance, and smoke exploded from the southeast corner of the fort. The army craftsman Lao Zhao narrowed his eyes: "It has a range of 200 steps. It is an old-style thunder cannon - the same as the one we sold to the imperial court." "Taiyuan Wang family!" Yao Kemin and Liu Rengui said in unison. "I'll leave the combat to you. Try not to expose the artillery." Yao Kemin asked the two of them. The sixth year of Zhenguan, June 12th, Weishi, outside Longrushan Fort "Load!" Following Wang Tieniu's order, the soldiers of the third company of the first regiment all took out paper bags of fixed ammunition. Senior private Zhao Ergou bit open the ammunition bag with too much force and black powder spread all over the floor. The veteran next to him immediately kicked him: "Idiot! This bag is worth three work points!" There was trouble in the first round of volley. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sporadic gunshots were like firecrackers during the New Year. The face of the third company commander suddenly turned dark - out of the one hundred and twenty flintlock guns in the company, there were more than thirty that misfired. What was even more frightening was that a cloud of white smoke suddenly rose from the position of the seventh squad. A soldier's gunpowder bag was ignited by sparks, causing him to roll on the ground. "Stop shooting! Check the gun!" Veins popped up on Wang Tieniu's forehead. He grabbed a malfunctioning gun and found that the flint in the hammer had become loose at some point - caused by the bumps of the long march. Shen Shi, Chu Mo, Chaotic Battlefield. The private troops in the garrison obviously discovered something unusual. "They're misfiring! Charge!" More than three hundred private soldiers in leather armor poured out from the west gate, with the Taiyuan Wang family's clan emblem clearly painted on the shields in the front row. This should have been a perfect target, but a group of new recruits were in disarray. Some people were busy reloading, some were squatting to repair the gun, and some were so frightened that they threw grenades directly - the "Thor Type 1" blasted a big crater in the open space without hurting the enemy at all. "Ready - release!" Finally half the company completed loading. This time the salvo finally looked like something, and more than twenty of the charging private soldiers fell instantly. But the reloading speed was three times slower than in training - no one remembered to use barrel strips to compact the gunpowder. Shen Shi·Three Moments·Lessons of Blood "Ah! My eyes!" A soldier from the second company screamed and fell to the ground. In his nervousness, this idiot actually forgot to pull the purge out of the gun barrel and fired. The gunpowder gas sprayed out of his tail burned his eyes, and he dropped his gun and rolled on the ground. When the medical soldiers rushed up, they found something even more terrifying: at least a dozen soldiers had blisters on their right hands. The barrels of the guns were overheated after continuous shooting, but some people still used their hands to touch them. "Is this the result of your half-year practice?" Wang Tieniu kicked over the ammunition box. Dozens of missing lead bullets rolled out of the box - it turned out that the culprit of the misfire just now was these careless logistics soldiers. Unity time and post-war review Yao Kemin silently looked through the casualty report: Killed in action: 0 people Wounded: 47 people (39 of them were caused by our own mistakes) Ammunition consumption: An average of 28 rounds per person (the training standard is 5 rounds/field), 150 grenades. Result: 87 enemy soldiers were killed and 213 captured. "Fortunately, the opponent was only a private army." Liu Rengui wiped the blood-stained horizontal knife and sighed. The veteran had to personally lead the cavalry to outflank the enemy to prevent the battle from turning into a joke. In the dusk, Fenghe soldiers were dejectedly cleaning up the battlefield. Someone discovered that there were boxes of "Fenghe Bingshen" arrows piled in the fort's granary - exactly the military supplies that had been embezzled by the Wang family. This ironic discovery explains the problem better than any battle report. In the sixth year of Zhenguan, June 13th, Chenshi, Longrushan Meadow, the morning fog has not yet cleared, and the dewdrops on the grass blades reflect fine golden light in the sunlight. The soldiers of the forward battalion climbed over the ridge on slippery moss, and condensation droplets dripped from the barrels of their guns. Suddenly, the scout walking at the front suddenly raised his hand - the sight in front of them made everyone hold their breath. The vast expanse of meadow is like a green ocean, setting off layers of waves in the morning breeze. Thousands of horses are scattered among them, their coats glowing like satin in the sun. They ate the fat grass leisurely, occasionally flicking their long tails and startling a few colorful butterflies. Without reins or saddles, these horses are as free as the wind in the mountains. On the edge of the meadow, a dozen low thatched sheds stood crookedly, like broken baskets that had been discarded haphazardly. Around the hut, hundreds of man slaves huddled together, looking at the sudden appearance of the army in horror. "For God's sake..." Muttered a young musketeer. These slaves are barely clothed. The men were skinny and skinny, with tattered animal skins wrapped around their waists; the women even had no tops, only covering their lower bodies with rough fur. Their disheveled hair is stained with grass clippings, their skin is covered with whip marks and dirt, and the soles of their feet are as thick as hoofnails - calluses worn out by years of walking barefoot. The most startling thing is their eyes. When the soldiers approached, the slaves did not kneel down and beg for mercy, but huddled together like a herd of frightened animals. A child of about seven or eight years old hugged his mother's leg tightly, whimpering in his mouth, but did not dare to cry loudly. "Don't be afraid, we are Feng..." Wang Tieniu's words stopped abruptly. He saw the scene behind the hay shed - the morning mist was filled with a strange smell of blood and grass. When the scouts pushed aside the last bush, the corpse pit at the edge of the meadow came into view - seven corpses were stacked in a radial pattern, with a boy about thirteen or fourteen years old on top. The military medical officer squatted down and used a dagger to open the festering wound on the boy's chest. "Looking at the extent of the festering, he must have been dead for at least four or five days. The edge of the wound is torn..." He suddenly fell silent and picked out half a rusty arrow cluster from the carrion. Wang Tieniu's pupils shrank suddenly. He was very familiar with this kind of triangular arrowhead - it was the standard equipment used to support the Northern Expedition in the third year of Zhenguan. The arrow tail should have been engraved with "Fenghe Bingshen", but now it was deliberately filed flat. "It was the execution site of Wang's private army." Liu Rengui turned over the corpse with a scabbard. "The neck bone was broken, and there were binding marks on the hands and feet..." His voice suddenly stopped. The last corpse clenched its right hand tightly, and after opening it, half of a Kaiyuan Tongbao was revealed in the palm. The chisel marks on the edge were exactly the same as what Wu Meiniang found yesterday. Suddenly, a heartbreaking cry came from the direction of the hay shed. An old man slave who was so thin that he was out of shape rushed to the side of the corpse pit, and his fingers like dead branches tremblingly stroked the young man's purple face. He lifted up his tattered clothes, revealing the scar with the word "Taiyuan King" on his waist that had been burned with a soldering iron. He pointed to the corpse pit and made a bow gesture. "They used arrows from Fenghe... To execute the escaped Man slaves?" The hand of the army secretary who recorded the story was trembling. A few reflections flashed across the distant ridge. The scout raised his binoculars and saw several figures wearing straw cloaks quickly disappearing. What is exposed on their backs is not a horizontal sword, but a specially made long whip - the tip of the whip is decorated with iron caltrops, which is the iconic weapon of the Taiyuan family's private military horse supervisor. In the sixth year of Zhenguan, on June 13th, at noon, at Longrushan Meadow, when Chen Banxia, ​​the military medical officer, opened the medicine box, a dozen horse slaves backed away in fear, knocking the hay shed to the point of collapse. She simply took off her helmet and swung her long black braids to her chest - this action made the man slaves feel a little calmer. "Treat the child first." She took out the brown pills wrapped in wax, but was knocked down by the old man slave. The old man roared and made gestures of cutting his throat until Xiao Donglei raised her abacus: "Three pounds of corn per person per day, plus two ounces of meat for those who are sick." The first batch of people to receive treatment were war horses. When the horse slaves saw the Fenghe veterinarian giving the same pills to the sick horses, they stretched out their ulcerated hands and feet tremblingly. Chen Banxia found that they all had the same mark on their bodies: the word "" on the left shoulder and numbers on the right shoulder - this was a living account book. When the prisoners were held down in the meadow for interrogation, grains of green salt fell from their trousers. Liu Rengui pinched a few grains and looked at the sun carefully, and sneered: "Taiyuan green salt, mixed with 30% river sand." The private army on the torture rack suddenly broke out, but Wang Tieniu smashed his knees with the butt of his rifle. "This year," the team member was coughing blood, "the head of the family hired the party on the condition that he would be given five liters of salt for every merchant traveler he killed." The transcript gradually revealed the truth: The Wang family occupied the fort in the name of suppressing bandits three years ago, but in fact they were controlling this secret road through Longru Mountain. The horses in the meadow were transported through the tiankeng secret passage at night and traded with Dangxiang in Maiji Mountain. The business road where Ashina was attacked was precisely to cut off this smuggling line for private salt horses. Yao Kemin looked through the account books found in the secret compartment of the fort. On the yellowed parchment, the regular script with iron paintings and silver hooks recorded a shocking transaction: "In November of the fifth year of Zhenguan, I paid fifteen stones of green salt to the Tuoba tribe, and the Fenghe caravan was completely wiped out." "In March of the sixth year of Zhenguan, I collected 200 war horses from the party to offset the loss of salt tax." There is a half-burned letterhead attached to the last page, and the remaining handwriting is still legible: "... The imperial court will conduct an inventory of the salt class soon, and the ordnance of the Bingshen year will be sent soon..." "No wonder they want to kill our people." Ashina Guduulu rubbed the scar on his chest, "My caravan is all equipped with Fenghe's new saddles." When dusk fell, the horse slaves sat around the campfire for the first time. They held the pottery bowl awkwardly, and did not dare to spit out the hot porridge even if it burned their tongues. Little Donglei squatted in front of a child and drew three circles on the board with charcoal: "This is you, this is grandma, this is the new home." Yao Kemin stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the dots of firelight on the meadow. Wu Meiniang stood quietly aside, with the last page of the account book in her hand folded - it recorded the exchanges between the Wang family and a certain official in the Prince's Mansion. "Your Majesty, next..." "Let the horse slaves recover from their injuries." He crushed the salt grains in his palms, "It's time to meet the old friends in Taiyuan." The night wind swept across the meadow, carrying the smell of green salt and blood, and blew away the last ray of sunset.

196 大 The Crown Prince of the Great Tang Ling JiHistorical1.7M WordsCompleted 494Reads6.7Score—Shelves

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Only 20 copies are available

200 大 Great Tang: Son-in-Law, I Beg You to Come Out of Retirement QuicksandHistorical999k WordsCompleted 848Reads8.4Score104Shelves

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They are all very good, you can watch them