Great Tang: Li Er Loses His Mind After I Move in with Changle

If one day your room suddenly became connected to the Tang Dynasty, what would you do? Lu Chen’s first choice was to close the door. But it wouldn’t close. Space tore apart, splitting his rental apartment in two. On the left were his computer desk, takeout boxes, and air conditioner. On the right... a carved redwood bed, embroidered curtains, and an unparalleled beauty pointing a dagger at him. “Who are you? What are you doing in this princess’s bedchamber?” Princess Changle of the Great Tang, Li Lizhi. The brightest jewel of the Tang Dynasty was now alone in a room with him. The history books said she was frail and sickly, and died young. Lu Chen gazed at her pale yet radiant face and fell silent for a long time. Then he went to the pharmacy and bought three huge bags of medicine. “What are you doing?” Changle asked, frowning. “Saving your life.” From that day on, Chang’an gained all kinds of new wonders. Miracle medicines that could cure every illness, white sugar and fine salt that could bring out every flavor, and immortal grain that could yield a thousand catties per mu. Li Shimin was astonished, the court was shaken, and envoys from every nation bowed before him. Everyone wanted to know where these things came from. Only Changle knew: the man who brought her milk every day, cooked her instant noodles, and draped his coat over her shoulders came from fourteen hundred years in the future. On the day Changsun Chong came to propose, Li Shimin asked her, “Changle, are you certain you won’t marry him?” Changle gripped the hand warmer Lu Chen had given her and smiled. “Father, I will marry only one man in this life.”