Meow's Tang Dynasty

The soul traveled through the Tang Dynasty and was reborn as a cat. The blood of Xuanwumen has not yet dried up, but the fog in Chang'an has dispersed. He lay lazily on the brocade couch in the east palace, watching the eldest grandson Wugao overcome toughness with softness and take charge of the central government; he watched Li Shimin walking alone between power and guilt. A pair of heterochromatic cat eyes looked on coldly—— Now that they have become cats, why are they still struggling? It is better to bask in the sun, take a nap, and spend the day leisurely. Regardless of whether the dragons and tigers are fighting or the country is changing hands, you should eat and drink when you should, but don't take everything to heart. When he had time, he stepped on Li Er's chest. When he was sleepy, he curled up in the arms of Queen Changsun and fell asleep. He is neither a savior nor a trend-setter, but a cat who borrows his luck to cultivate. When the remaining pages of "Nine Changes" are completed and the work is completed—— These three hundred years of glorious events in the Tang Dynasty are just a footnote in the human world on his path to immortality.