A Tang Dynasty Immortal, But Starting at Xuanwu Gate?

Three hundred Tang poems, two hundred memories of the flourishing Tang!

No one does not love this grand dynasty, just as no one does not miss the prosperous Chang'an!

This is an age woven from poetry and song, an age of blood and fire!

The camel bells of the Silk Road, the lights in the common streets, the bustle of ordinary life in the alleys, and the banners whipping along Vermilion Bird Street all paint a scene of ultimate splendor!

"..."

Chen Huai'an transmigrates and becomes someone forgotten by time.

He does not know whether this is a blessing or a curse.

But he thinks he should take a good look at this flourishing Chang'an.

However, there is a very serious problem in front of him right now...

Chen Huai'an, voice cracking: "What do you mean it's now the ninth year of Wude, the third day of the sixth month, and the Xuanwu Gate incident is going to start tomorrow?"

"I'm still under Li Jiancheng's command!?"