As a time-travelling person, you spend your whole day eating and drinking spicy food, wearing splendid clothes, jade and fur, and a golden horse hall? No, fairy tales are all lies. Zhang Yin shed tears while analyzing, while chewing on the old and hard dry steamed buns. Thinking of his sadness, he raised his head and looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle. Oh, what a coincidence, Your Majesty, are you taking a walk here?