In April, the second year of Wu Zetian, the capital of the gods is Luoyang.

The East Palace was surrounded by a sad atmosphere. A group of eunuchs, palace maids, servants, with sad faces, stood outside the East Palace under the leadership of an old eunuch.

Outside the East Hall was a coffin, paper money and other funeral supplies, which seemed to be mourning.

"Woo woo!" A sad cry came from the east hall.

There were seven people in the east hall, led by a middle-aged man of 35 or 36 years old. The man was disheveled in hair, messy clothes, red eyes, and cried so hard that he was so sad that he rolled down like a broken pearl, and a large area of ​​his chest was wet.

Behind him were five men and one woman, the oldest was only nineteen years old, and the youngest was only five years old.

On the soft couch in front of him was a young man, seven feet long and extremely handsome, but he had no breath and his face was ashen, and he was already dead.

"Sanlang! My Sanlang!" The middle-aged man pounced on the boy's body, burst into tears, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Third brother, third brother."

"Third brother, third brother."

The boy and girl cried, their eyes red, even redder than rabbits.

For a moment, the whole house was shrouded in a strong atmosphere of sadness, which made people feel sad and tearful.

"Squeak." The door was pushed open, and the old eunuch came in, took small steps, quickly walked to the middle-aged man, greeted the middle-aged man, and said, "I have met the royal heir."

The old eunuch glanced at the corpse of the boy on the soft couch, sighed softly, and said, "Please give me a grief."

"Woo woo." The middle-aged man not only did not feel sad, but instead cried louder, and tears rolled down like he didn't have money.

"The third prince is gone, and the old slave is sad, but the third prince's funeral still needs to be dealt with. The time for the emperor is coming, and it is time to deal with the third prince's funeral." The old eunuch's sharp voice sounded, full of sadness.

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded gently, nodded, stood up, but tears kept rolling down.

"Woo woo!" Several young men and women cried continuously.

"Change the third prince." The old eunuch shouted outside the door.

Immediately, three eunuchs and four palace maids came in. The palace maids were holding mourning clothes in their hands, which were for the dead.

Three eunuchs came to the soft couch, looked at the boy on the soft couch, sighed inwardly, rolled up their sleeves, and prepared to change their clothes for the boy.

At this moment, a disharmonious voice suddenly sounded: "What kind of medicine do you want to do? How about you die!"

The sound was not high, but it was very abrupt and shocking, like a roar of thunder, causing the middle-aged and their cry to abruptly stop, as if it was cut by scissors.

"Who? I'm so bold, I want to destroy your whole family! Kill your nine clans!" Then, the middle-aged man stared at the eunuchs and palace maids with anger and murderous intent.

The boy is the son of a middle-aged man. At this moment when the burial is about to be buried, who can stand talking like this? Who can not be angry?

His eyes were like sharp swords, and the eunuchs and palace maids dared not touch his eyes and kept dodging.

"This sound is so familiar, it seems that I have heard it somewhere?" A young man looked puzzled.

"The voice of the third brother? That's right, it's the voice of the third brother!" The oldest boy reacted first.

"Sanlang's voice?" The middle-aged man suddenly woke up and his eyes fell on the boy.

I saw that the boy's eyes, which had been closed tightly, had opened, and his eyes were circling around, looking at the room, as if he didn't recognize him.

"..." The middle-aged man opened his mouth wide and his eyes widened as if he was struck by lightning. If his chest hadn't been undulating rapidly, he would have regarded him as a statue.

"..." There were more eyes on the ground.

Who is not like this, a few boys and girls, eunuchs and palace maids?

The person who was obviously dead actually opened his eyes and his eyes were still circling. Whoever encountered this situation would be stupid.

"Ghost!" A palace maid screamed with a timid voice, as if she was being swept by a strong man.

"You are a ghost, your whole family is a ghost." The boy responded and sat up.

"Is it a human or a ghost?" The old eunuch's eyes almost hit the ground, his lips trembled, his face turned pale, and he couldn't help but retreat.

"Sanlang! My Sanlang!" The middle-aged man had no idea of ​​anyone or ghosts, so he rushed over and hugged the young man tightly, as if this was the most precious treasure in the world. His body trembled with excitement and tears rolled down.

"Third brother!"

"Third brother!"

A scream sounded, and several young men and women rushed over and hugged the boy tightly. They were all excited. Tears rolled down like money, but they looked bright and sunny, and they smiled very happily.

"What Sanlang, what third brother, what third brother, you are struggling with relatives, but I don't recognize you." The young man muttered in his heart and said to himself: "There is no relative like you in my Yang Chen family."

"Sanlang, Saburo." The middle-aged man held the boy's cheek with both hands, kept shouting, with a smile on his face.

He was still crying loudly, with tears on his face, and now he was very happy again. The change was too fast. However, Yang Chen saw it, he felt that this was extremely real, and he could no longer say a word "You have good acting skills."

Yang Chen, a special forces soldier, exchanged fire with the enemy during this combat mission and killed more than a dozen enemies, but was bombarded by the enemy's artillery fire and was killed.

There is war in peacetime? There is really war in peacetime, the sky, the ground, the sea, and it is everywhere, but ordinary people don’t know it.

Yang Chen really remembered the pain of his body being torn apart by artillery fire. He thought he was dead, but he didn't expect that he would come back to life again.

Not only did they survive, but there were so many people who regarded themselves as relatives. Sanlang's third brother and third brother were so intimate.

Yang Chen originally thought they were acting, but their sincere feelings were not fake. No matter how good the acting skills were, they could not perform this sincere feelings. Therefore, a sarcastic word could no longer be said.

"Where am I?" Yang Chen was a little confused.

When Yang Chen looked at the house, he saw the antique house. He had a few short cases, but there was no modern furniture he was familiar with.

Moreover, middle-aged people's clothes are high-crowned leather shoes, garments and belts, and authentic Tang suits, which have nothing to do with modern clothing.

"Crack." The sound of egg shattering sounded in my mind, and a stream of memory surged in. Yang Chen's mouth was so wide that he could stuff it into a sea bowl.

"I... went through... and went..." Yang Chen said bitterly in his heart.

After accepting this memory, Yang Chen had to accept the fact that he traveled to the Wu Zetian period of the Tang Dynasty.

Time travel exists in legends and is encountered by Yang Chen. He doesn't know what to say.

Moreover, what surprised Yang Chen even more was that he became a famous historical figure.

"I... am... Li... Long... Ji!" Yang Chen was so shocked that he could not recover.

Li Longji was Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, and later generations called "Emperor Minghuang of Tang".

There are countless historical events and legends related to him, and his stories often become the best subjects written by novelists, such as "The Drunken Concubine", "The Incident of Mazaipo", "The Anshi Rebellion", "Li Bai's Drunk Grass and Scared Man's Book"...

The story about Li Longji is endless for three days and three nights.

Of course, Li Longji was also an emperor with great achievements. The famous "Kaiyuan Prosperity" he founded has never surpassed it.
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