(Hilarious, refreshing, relaxing, ancient, historical)

Cheng Jun traveled through time to the third year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty and became the son of military officer Cheng Yaojin. He happened to meet Li Shimin who was selecting censors!

Many years later, Li Shimin said to the crown prince, "Cheng Jun is a magic sword of my Tang Dynasty. Only a virtuous person can wield it. You are young, so I will leave it to you."

The crown prince was so frightened that he burst into tears, "I don't want to be the emperor anymore, whoever wants to be the emperor can do it!"

Li Shimin also cried out loudly, "I regret choosing Cheng Jun as the censor!"

He accidentally entered the Red Mansion and became Jia Cong, a bastard of the Rong State.

In the chaotic time and space, history walked into a confusing branch.

Countless heroes and heroes who made their mark in the history books were lost in the dust of time.

New mountains and rivers were created, and the roads were rising, washing away the old chapters.

What kind of golden and jade fate are they, and who is the lover, they are all just for the strong love of wind and moon.

The delicate face is reflected in the diamond-shaped mirror, and the cold light of the sword shines across the nine provinces .

When the mountains and rivers are scattered and the snow is gone, he stands on the lonely mountain and becomes a hero for the rest of his life.

These are the events before and after my death.

Who can record them and write a strange story?

Good news: reborn on an island nation, I have a slender, alluring childhood sweetheart. Bad news: this childhood sweetheart can infinitely split, possesses mind control, and has a fiery temper. Good news: a timid, tall, delicate, and endearing neighbor has moved in. Bad news: after her death, she will become a super-demon, the first to break the rule of hiding under the covers, possessing a variety of abilities, including but not limited to infinite clones, shapeshifting, time and space control, and the contagion of malevolent thoughts. The girl who hasn't become a demon yet: I just need a little space... really just a little, even if it's just to help behind Kasyapa-kun... The infinitely split childhood sweetheart: remembering the dream where the child emerged from the operating room, knife in hand, with a wicked smile, asking whether it was a doctor or a protector... This sleazy woman needs to stay, but I need some means of suppressing her...