"Your Majesty, there are no secret passages and mechanisms in the Hall of Virtue." The leader of the guards led people to almost turn the Xiande Hall upside down, and a few small pits were knocked out on the ground, and the house was almost demolished directly.

But if he didn't find it, he didn't find it, and he didn't have the courage to bully the king.

Li Shimin waved his hand and drove out a large group of guards, leaving only a few of his cronies and important ministers.

After sitting silently for a few seconds, His Majesty Li Er stood up and walked around the messy Hall of Xiande, his brows furrowed so that he could trap mosquitoes.

"You say, how true is that kid's words?"

All the ministers are groaning, this question is not easy to answer.

Fang Xuanling went to see Du Ruhui, Du Ruhui turned his head slightly and aimed at Qin Qiong, but found that Qin Qiong had been staring at Li Daozong, and Li Daozong glanced at the eldest grandson Wuji, the eldest grandson Wuji looked at his nose, nose and mouth, and mouth and heart, sitting like an old monk in a fixed place, obviously not planning to speak.

After passing glances to each other a few times, Li Daozong, who was finally 'pushed out', said helplessly, "That kid did appear suddenly, we saw it with our own eyes, it must be right, and it's hard to say whether he is a royal bloodline or not." ”

No one was surprised, they all guessed that Li Daozong had done something when he was dripping blood for a family test, and for people of unknown origin, precautions were normal operations.

Do you think royalty is so good? It was an almost invincible umbrella, and as long as the royals themselves did not die, there was absolutely no danger to their lives.

Li Shimin waved his hand, he didn't care about this, what he cared about was that sentence after a thousand years, if he really came after a thousand years, then he knew too much.

What is the future of Datang? To whom did he pass the throne a hundred years later? Who wants to rebel against him? Also, what will it look like in a thousand years? Since he can come, can he go and see it himself?

Li Shimin's heart is full of questions one after another, and these answers may be within his reach.

But the emperor is the emperor, and self-control is leveraged.

Even if his mind was filled with questions, Li Shimin did not ask immediately, but began to think deeply about what the appearance of such a person would bring to Datang.

No matter how much he guessed, in the final analysis, it was still that sentence, was what that kid said true?!

If it's fake, hmph, His Majesty Li Er sneered, he would definitely let him know what torture was.

If it's true, he'll have to be very careful with it, depending on what kind of news he can get from that kid's mouth.

After clearing his thoughts, His Majesty Li Er flicked his sleeves, "Let's go, go with me to the prison." ”

In the prison, Li Chuan squatted in the corner, hugging himself trembling and communicating with his only audience.

After nearly a quarter of an hour of practice, he has learned to speak in the live broadcast system with consciousness.

After all, he can't murmur like a neurotic, that's not a live broadcast Datang, that's a live mental hospital.

[I thought you were an unlimited stream anchor, that one is popular, live broadcast Datang like you, although it is distinctive, but it is also less exciting. 】

"Unlimited stream streamers? It can't be like in an infinite novel, right? Li Chuan's face became tangled into a bitter melon.

He thought he was unlucky enough, and now it seems that he should be the luckier of the hapless bunch of unlucky ones.

[That's it, the only difference from the novel is that the anchor is not the protagonist, there is no cheat, usually a few copies die, and we have to change the anchor often. 】

The corners of Li Chuan's mouth twitched, and he sincerely thanked the system for not tying him up to escape in the escape room.

[However, little brother of the anchor, it's rare for someone like you to sneak yourself into the prison as soon as you wear it~~233333......]

Li Chuan: "......"

Li Chuan didn't have time to pay attention to him, he heard someone coming over, and there were quite a few of them.

Shrinking into the corner again, Li Chuan stared cautiously outside the cell door.

Soon, bright yellow appeared in his eyes, and only then did Li Chuan see what His Majesty Li Er, the first emperor of the ages, looked like.

It should be because of his foreign ancestry, his facial features are quite deep, and if he can trim his ugly beard, how can he be a handsome uncle.

Li Shimin raised his eyebrows slightly, since he ascended the throne, there are no more people staring at him like this, it seems that this kid is a little different.

Li Chuan didn't dare to speak, he just stared at him and waited, waiting for their arrangement for him, is it to kill? Or not kill?

At this moment in the prison, he also figured out a little, the possibility of being killed directly is not very large, dead or alive, in fact, it depends on the next conversation.

People are all curious, and the possibility that the emperor will not interrogate him is infinitely close to zero.

Sure enough, no, they arrived in less than half an hour.

But what does this mean by not speaking? Put psychological pressure on him? Whoever speaks first loses? An emperor still needs to play psychology with him?!

"Well, Your Majesty, can you get a piece of clothing?" Li Chuan snorted, the form was stronger than a person, he was about to freeze to death!

It was summer when he came, a week into school in September, and he was thrown in short-sleeved jeans and flip-flops.

I don't know what month Datang is, anyway, he feels that he is about to freeze into an ice sculpture, and southerners can't afford to hurt it.

His Majesty Li Er: "......" suddenly felt that this kid was not the same as he thought.

With a wave of his hand, someone soon came over with a robe.

Li Chuan covered his body, and to be honest, he didn't feel much warmer.

Still squatting in the corner, looking at His Majesty Li Er with round eyes, the look in his eyes was fruitful: Ask whatever you want, I'll say.

No spine!

"You say you're from a thousand years later?" Li Shimin sat on the embroidery pier, squinting slightly through the cell door.

Li Chuan nodded and .jpg obediently

"So tell me, what will the Tang Dynasty look like after a thousand years?"

Li Chuan: "......" sluggish .jpg

Is he going to die? This is a special proposition!

The silence was spreading, Li Shimin waited for ten seconds, and saw that Li Chuan was still in a daze and did not speak, so he continued to ask: "Who is the next emperor of the Tang Dynasty?" What have they done? ”

Li Chuan's mind suddenly appeared with the image of Fan Bingbing, ah no, it should be said that it was Wu Zetian.

This is another proposition!

And it must have been more than his own life.

The sluggishness continued, and Li Chuan pursed the corners of his mouth, afraid that he would not be able to control his mouth for a while.

Li Shimin's slightly narrowed eyes flickered, "Tell me about the mistakes I made during my administration." ”

Li Chuan raised his head, with a confused expression on his face, can this really be said? He doesn't remember much, but the most impressive thing is the incident of the Three Expeditions to Goryeo.

So many people died, so much money was spent, and the result hasn't been beaten yet, it's a black spot of the first emperor through the ages, is it really not going to die?!

"Who in Datang has a heart of disobedience?"

Li Chuan is already wooden, not subordinate? Rebellion? The first one is Li Chengqian, but can you say this?!

His sons, and his daughters, and his courtiers, and his sons, and grandsons, count them all, and ten fingers are not enough.

This, this has to be said, the blood will flood Chang'an City!