Now I really have to marry the princess.

"Sister Wu, Eunuch Jian sent a message today, saying that from now on, we only need to report once every ten days."

"Shh! Keep your voice down..."

"It's alright, Dalang just drank too much today. Besides, Dalang knows we're from the palace."

"Alas... Dalang's fate is truly unfortunate, a prince and grandson of the emperor..."

"Oh no! Sister Wu, are you trying to kill yourself?! Don't let those two scoundrels, Jiang Cheng and Tan Feng, hear this!"

"Shh! Shh! Keep your voice down... Those two scoundrels have been punished by Uncle Liu to wash the horses."

"That's how it should be. It's all their fault for taking Dalang to Pingkangfang, which is how they met Lady Yingluo."

"Yes! It was that fake mother from the Northern Opera who used the cherry blossom maiden with her hair not yet tied up to hang Dalang. Dalang probably spent nearly a hundred strings of cash on her."

"That's right! Sister Wu was waiting patiently at home, but Dalang insisted on going out to have fun."

"You shameless slut, you're the one who wants to get into Da Lang's bed, aren't you!"

"Oh dear, your vulgar and obscene language is so embarrassing!"

"Sigh... We can't go back to the palace. Whether we live or die, we're all Da Lang's people."

Yang Zhengdao vaguely heard the voices of two girls.

He could understand each word individually, but when they were put together, he couldn't understand them at all.

next moment.

Countless memories flooded his mind, and he was immediately terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

I've time-traveled!?

After a mundane hangover, he unexpectedly found himself transported into the body of Yang Zhengdao, who was also still hungover.

He also wanted to slap his face hard to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

But the conversation between the two maids outside was too disturbing, so he could only continue to pretend to be asleep.

This was in the fifth year of the Zhenguan era, and the original owner of the body with the same name and surname was actually the grandson of Emperor Yang Guang of the previous Sui Dynasty.

A year ago, Li Jing, the God of War of the Tang Dynasty, defeated the Eastern Turks, and the original owner of the body and his grandmother, Empress Xiao, returned to Chang'an.

The house where the original owner now lives was bestowed upon him by Li Er.

Of the five servants in the house, four were traitors.

The maids Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu, who were talking outside, were bought from brokers in the West Market, but they were actually spies planted in the palace.

As for Jiang Cheng and Tan Feng, whom they mentioned, they were veterans of the Left Guard and were likely spies from the Hundred Cavalry Division.

There was only one old servant who had watched the original owner grow up, whom they called Uncle Liu, who could be considered one of their own.

This is a very bad start!

As for the status of princes and grandsons of the emperor, that's quite awkward.

Having read so many time-travel web novels, I've never seen anyone transmigrate into the body of a prince of a previous dynasty.

If we're not careful, it might end before it even goes on sale.

As for overthrowing the Tang and restoring the Sui?

Stop kidding me!

If one were to rebel, their opponent would be Li Er, the most formidable emperor in history.

When Li Erfeng gets ruthless, she kills her brother and forces her father to commit suicide; when she gets fierce, she captures generals and seizes flags.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhengdao felt the urge to urinate, unsure whether it was from being frightened or from drinking too much.

Yeah, he must have drunk too much.

Yang Zhengdao turned over, deliberately making a sound to interrupt the two girls' increasingly blatant coquettish banter.

Hearing footsteps approaching, Yang Zhengdao pretended to slowly wake up.

"Big Brother, you're awake?"

The first person Yang Zhengdao saw was A-Wu.

She has an oval face, fair and smooth skin, and delicate features. Her clear and bright almond-shaped eyes are slightly upturned at the corners, giving her a lively and charming look.

Her figure was already showing signs of a slender young woman, and the round-necked, narrow-sleeved blue top tightly wrapped around her heavy chest.

Right behind him was Ah Liu.

Her round face was small and delicate, with pink and tender skin that seemed to hold water. Her large eyes were clean and clear, radiating a lively and adorable girlish charm.

She seemed to still have a childlike innocence; the wide, emerald-green floral skirt accentuated her petite and delicate figure.

A-Wu stepped forward and gently stroked Yang Zhengdao's forehead: "Brother, does your head hurt?"

Yang Zhengdao felt that A-Wu was doing this intentionally, as she bent over, revealing her curves in full view.

When Ah Wu saw Da Lang's staring gaze, a smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.

Before Yang Zhengdao could answer, A-Liu had already brought the plain white porcelain cup, wrapped in a cloth, to his lips.

"Brother, the hangover soup is still warm."

After all, they were college students who had never been to a foot massage parlor before, and they had never seen anything like this before.

Looking at the two girls on his left and right, Yang Zhengdao's Adam's apple bobbed.

In the end, I could only sigh to myself, "Feudal society was so good!"

And so, with Ah Wu as his pillow and Ah Liu feeding him soup, Yang Zhengdao finished the entire bowl of hangover soup before remembering to go to the toilet.

Two women helped him up, and Yang Zhengdao said, "I won't move, you can do it yourselves."

After dressing in a silk casual outfit, Yang Zhengdao touched A-Wu's slender waist and pinched A-Liu's little face before leaving amidst the two women's whimpering complaints.

Yang Zhengdao knew this was Li Er's sugar-coated bullet.

But as college students with impeccable moral character and a fearless spirit, they must taste the sweetness of the sugar coating before the shell explodes.

If you can't resist, then...

Ok? !

It seems like we could try to resist!

As Yang Zhengdao shivered and shook himself, lines of information flashed through his mind.

[You have successfully checked in at Wannian County, Yongzhou]

[Reward: One random draw]

The map exploration system is now live.

[Current Mission: Explore Yongzhou]

[Mission Objective: Complete the check-in process in all seventeen counties under the jurisdiction of Yongzhou]

Current progress: 1/17

This……

This seems a bit awkward!

A former dynasty orphan trapped in Chang'an, surrounded by four human-shaped cameras, and you expect me to run around the map and check in?

Am I tired of living?!

But this was the early Tang Dynasty, a time of brilliant generals and territorial expansion!

If we don't leave Chang'an to see the vast territory stretching from the Pamir Mountains in the west to Silla in the east, are we really content?

I'm so conflicted!

Then I won't dwell on it.

After all, for college students, there's no problem that a hidden folder labeled "study materials" on their computer can't solve.

However, in the Tang Dynasty, even though Ah Wu and Ah Liu are somewhat cruel, it's still possible to satisfy one's cravings.

After mentally preparing himself, Yang Zhengdao brought up the lottery interface in his mind.

If you're incredibly lucky, reward yourself by kissing Ah Wu and Ah Liu; if you're incredibly unlucky, accept the punishment of being kissed by Ah Wu and Ah Liu.

The moment Yang Zhengdao had a thought, without even five cents worth of special effects, the result came out directly.

You have received the Complete Tang Poems.

Yang Zhengdao felt a sudden bang in his mind, and tens of thousands of poems were instantly imprinted in his mind.

This……

Aside from marveling at how awesome the system was, Yang Zhengdao could only curse himself for his bad luck.

What's the point of having the "Complete Tang Poems"? To show off and pick up girls?

The people of the Tang Dynasty truly loved poetry, but in the imperial court, the focus wasn't on romance and talent, but on power and interests.

Before him, there was Li Bai, who had no way to enter officialdom, and who drank to drown his sorrows, but his sorrows only deepened; after him, there was Du Fu, who was poor and destitute, and who, for a hundred years, was ill and climbed the stage alone.

Oh well, never mind.

There is another chance within Chang'an City.

Chang'an City is divided into Wannian County and Chang'an County by Zhuque Avenue, the central axis.

Wannian County is in the east, and Chang'an County is in the west.

Li Erci's residence was located in Xingdaofang, Wannian County, so Yang Zhengdao completed his first check-in without leaving the house.

Right now, you can go to Chang'an County again to check in and get another chance to win a prize.

Yang Zhengdao had already come up with a reason: to pray for the Emperor Emeritus's well-being.

Since the beginning of winter last year, the retired Emperor Li Yuan has been suffering from a carbuncle that has not healed despite prolonged treatment.

Li Yuan and Yang Guang were cousins, so Li Yuan was Yang Zhengdao's great-uncle.

As a junior, Yang Zhengdao prayed for his cousin's well-being, and no one could find fault with that.

As for the location, go to Xuandu Temple, which is across Zhuque Street from Daxingshan Temple.

After all, since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, in order to create the sanctity of the Li family, the royal family has been packaged as the descendants of Laozi Li Er.

Visiting the Xuandu Temple to worship Laozi would not only please Li Er, but also fit the image of a pure and abstemious person that the original owner had maintained throughout his year in Chang'an.

After making up his mind, Yang Zhengdao, with the help of A-Wu and A-Liu, hurriedly ate a piece of steamed flatbread and drank a bowl of rice porridge, then called Jiang Cheng and Tan Feng to go out.

After leaving Xingdaofang, the three of them rode on three horses and went up Zhuque Street. In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, they arrived at Chongyefang, where Xuandu Temple is located.

Yang Zhengdao reined in his horse and looked up. The three large characters "Xuandu Temple" were personally inscribed by Emperor Li Er.

College students may not understand calligraphy, but they still have a basic sense of aesthetics.

This flying white style calligraphy is vigorous and powerful, with strokes that flow like dragons and snakes.

As expected, Li Erfeng is both a scholar and a warrior. Yang Zhengdao, a remnant of the previous dynasty, has lost all desire to rebel.

After handing the horses over to Jiang Cheng and Tan Feng, Yang Zhengdao straightened his robes before entering the Taoist temple.

After offering incense at the Sanqing Hall, the notification for successfully checking in hadn't arrived yet, so I guess I'll need to stay for a while.

Yang Zhengdao then began to stroll around the temple.

For Yang Zhengdao, who has traveled from the modern era, since he has come to Xuandu Temple, he naturally wants to see the peach blossoms described by Liu Yuxi.

After passing the Sanqing Hall, you will find a large peach orchard.

At this moment, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the branches are covered with dense flowers.

The scattered pink blossoms, nestled among the gnarled and twisted branches, resemble delicate peach blossoms, smiling radiantly.

In this situation, the Complete Tang Poems, which were already imprinted in my mind, naturally came to mind.

Yang Zhengdao looked around nervously, but seeing no one, he couldn't resist trying to appear cultured.

He coughed lightly and recited:

The purple roads and red dust blow against my face, and everyone says they want to go see the flowers.

There are thousands of peach trees in Xuandu Temple, all planted after Yang Lang left.

"What a beautiful poem!" A girl's gentle voice came from deep within the peach grove.

Yang Zhengdao looked up and was immediately terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat.

A petite figure stood beneath an ancient peach tree with a unique shape, looking up at him.

The girl looked to be eleven or twelve years old, and was already a beauty in the making.

Her skin was fair, and her features were like those of a finely carved jade sculpture. In particular, her almond-shaped eyes were clear and bright, with long eyelashes fluttering, and a hint of childlike curiosity.

This was none other than Princess Changle, Li Lizhi, the eldest daughter of Emperor Taizong of Tang and Empress Zhangsun.

Yang Zhengdao could only curse himself inwardly for his loose tongue.

Liu Yuxi wrote a perfectly good poem, but he deliberately changed "Liu Lang" to "Yang Lang".

The innocent and naive princess thought it was a beautiful poem.

But what would Li Er think if he heard this?

The Xuandu Temple has a thousand peach trees, all planted after Yang Lang left. Isn't this a veiled accusation that the Li Tang dynasty usurped the throne?

Presumably, this poem will be on Li Er's desk before noon.

Because Li Lizhi's female attendants and palace maids had already come out.

What should I do?

There's absolutely no way to explain it! It will only make things worse.

Those who are skeptical will only become more skeptical the more they ponder it.

At that moment, the Complete Tang Poems popped into my mind again.