Tang Dynasty: The pot is tied to the duck nest, the little rhinoceros is here!

The little princess had eyes as black as obsidian, clean and innocent, with a naive and innocent look.

Jiang Fan was not worried that the little baby would lie. This little guy was probably Li Mingda, the Princess Jinyang who was Li Shimin's favorite.

Jiang Fan knew some history of the Tang Dynasty, but not much, so he went online to search for Li Mingda's life.

Princess Jinyang, Li Mingda, whose nickname was Sizi, was intelligent, kind, and gentle. She was the most beloved daughter of Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin.

From the age of eight, he was able to recognize his father's handwriting.

Every time Li Shimin reviewed memorials, she would lean over the desk to read them, and eventually she could even imitate them with seven or eight tenths of their likeness.

Outsiders often couldn't tell which stroke was written by the emperor and which was written by a young girl.

She would often collect the folded papers her father had approved, roll them up into scrolls, and neatly stack them on her desk.

Her ministers were puzzled, but she simply said, "I can't bear to lose my father's handwriting."

When his mother, Empress Zhangsun, passed away, Mingda was only three or four years old.

She remembered things that others couldn't—she remembered that the couch her mother used to sit on was now empty, and that her father went to the Lizheng Hall late at night and stood there for a very long time.

After that, she began to accompany her father to court. The morning court sessions were long, so she would sit quietly on her father's lap, without making a fuss.

She wasn't afraid when the ministers rushed to report, only occasionally glancing up at her father.

Li Shimin once said to his close advisors, "This girl is still young. If I didn't have this son by my side, I would forget my worries."

When she was twelve years old, she fell seriously ill. Li Shimin stayed by her bedside every day, and went straight to her bedroom after court.

On the day she passed away, the historical records only stated six words: "The princess died, and the emperor was deeply grieved."

For the next several dozen days, Li Shimin lost his appetite and became emaciated.

He ordered that his daughter's tomb be located next to his own mausoleum—an honor never before bestowed upon a Tang Dynasty princess.

After that, he would sit in front of the grave for a long time every year on the four seasons and eight festivals, just like she used to sit on his lap.

Later historians praised her for her "extraordinary intelligence" and said that she was "extremely loved by Emperor Taizong."

Jiang Fan looked at the little princess's biography, glancing at her every now and then as she drank her milk.

At this moment, her bright, sparkling eyes sometimes looked around curiously, sometimes secretly peeked at him, and sometimes gave him a happy, childlike laugh.

Soft and chewy, incredibly innocent and adorable.

Jiang Fan felt a pang of pity. What an adorable little dumpling, yet it had such a short life.

Hey!

Jiang Fan sighed inwardly, looking at the adorable little dumpling princess, and couldn't help but feel a pang of pity:

"Come here, let big brother give you a hug, okay?"

"Is the big pot a wake-up call?"

The little princess looked on with curiosity.

Jiang Fan explained with a smile, "Brother means elder brother."

The little princess suddenly realized: "Oh, right, that's right! 'Guoguo' is my brother, and 'Xiao Nangjun' is Guoguo~~"

"The little princess is so smart," Jiang Fanhao praised generously.

"Hehe, little Xizi is awesome!"

The little princess ran up to Jiang Fan with a big smile. She felt very close to Jiang Fan, the little dumpling who had given her delicious food.

Jiang Fan touched the little princess's chubby little face, then got up and picked up the little dumpling.

The little princess didn't resist and obediently followed. She instinctively felt very close to the young man in front of her.

Jiang Fan felt the same way; it was an indescribable sense of closeness.

"Your name is Li Mingda, and your nickname is Xiao Sizi. How about I call you Xiao Sizi from now on?"

"Great! Great! Brother and sister, you both think I'm a good kid!"

The little princess nodded with a smile.

"Let me hear you call me 'big brother'! If you make big brother happy, I'll cook you delicious food every day from now on."

Upon hearing that there would be delicious food every day, Little Sizi's big eyes lit up instantly, and she opened her little mouth and called out in a childish voice:

"Big pot!"

"He's the older brother, not the big brother."

"It's the boss, not the boss!"

Jiang Fan: "..."

Okay, as long as you, Sizi, can tell the difference between the pot and the brother, that's fine.

"By the way, how did you get here?"

Jiang Fan asked.

"Hehe, I came from here. After I'm full, I'll go fat from there."

The little princess pointed her chubby little hand towards the corner of the right wall of Jiang Fan's bedroom.

"Well……?"

As Jiang Fan approached with Xiao Sizi in his arms, a small, transparent door instantly appeared in his field of vision.

At this moment, the slight doubt that had been in Jiang Fan's heart also dissipated.

It seems that most of yesterday's claypot rice was eaten by this little princess.

However, the fact that there was a time portal in his rented apartment was something that couldn't be leaked and had to be kept strictly confidential.

"Little Sizi, don't tell anyone you were able to get here through the door, okay?"

Jiang Fan quickly replied, "Whether it's this world or Xiao Sizi's world."

Someone discovered the time tunnel, which would be too much trouble for him.

At best, they'd be detained in a dark room with tears in their eyes and subjected to research; at worst, they'd be executed by those ancient people.

The little princess nodded emphatically: "Woji Island."

"So obedient."

Jiang Fan patted the little princess's head.

"Big brother, I have so many questions, it's my turn to ask you... Big brother, what's this? It's glowing!"

The little princess curiously approached the phone in Jiang Fan's hand, her eyes widening in surprise.

"This is called a cell phone!"

"What kind of duck is that?"

She spoke in a childish voice, and her bright, sparkling eyes were full of curiosity.

Next, the little princess turned into a curious child, asking endless questions about the unknown things around her in her baby voice.

"Hey bro, your room is so beautiful! And this thing is glowing no matter what it is!"

"This is a light bulb."

As he spoke, Jiang Fan carried Xiao Sizi to the living room and turned on the lights, instantly illuminating the hall.

"Wow!"

The little princess tilted her head back and looked around in amazement.

There were glowing sticks and huge glass windows—she remembered that her father had a small glass cup, which was incredibly precious. There were also many strange and unusual things around her.

Many of these were novelties that the little princess had never seen before.

This place is just like the fairyland my sister mentioned!

She opened her eyes wide and stared at Su Zhe.

"Hey bro, your house is so bright! Are you some kind of fairy?"

The little princess looked at Jiang Fan expectantly.

In response to the little princess's words, Jiang Fan simply smiled and explained, "I'm not an immortal. This is a light bulb, just like the one in the bedroom earlier."

"What kind of light bulb is that?"

The little princess tilted her head blankly, thought for a long time, and then looked at Jiang Fan: "Little Pot is lying, Big Pot is an immortal, right?"

"Well……"

Jiang Fan touched the chubby little face and stopped explaining, because the little princess had too many questions to explain clearly.

Jiang Fan then placed her on the sofa, and the soft, fluffy feeling made the little princess bounce around unconsciously.

The soft sofa was so comfortable that she couldn't help but roll around on it.

The chubby little feet wiggled happily.

"Hey, what's this duck again? Why is it so soft?"

She rested her chin on her hands, curiously examining the sofa.