The Incense Array Reaches Chang'an

The first year of Wende, 888 AD. The airs of the Tang Dynasty are still there, but the inside is completely rotten: the eunuchs hold the Shence Army, the feudal lords hold the sword, and the treasury is extremely poor. This year, the thirty-one-year-old publishing editor Li Ye transformed into the twenty-two-year-old new king Li Jie. On the first day he ascended the throne, he opened two accounts: for the same Taicang, the grain storage reported by the Ministry of Revenue and the Privy Council was six times different. The whole court thought that the emperor who had broken his brain was easy to handle. Yang Fugong smiled and handed over the brocade box, Li Keyong's iron cavalry was rubbing its hooves outside Yanmen Pass, and Zhu Wen of Bianzhou was still writing a respectful form of congratulations - only he knew that these people would be killed by the Tang Dynasty in the future, including his own. How can a modern man who cannot even ride a horse steady fight against this era? What he has is a talent that is useless and a history that has not happened yet. Step by step, he snatches the knife one by one - when he can hold the knife himself, it will be hard to say who will win in this game of chess. The soaring incense array penetrates Chang'an - only this time, the people wearing golden armor all over the city are no longer rebels.