Tang Dynasty: Feeding Chang Le, Emperor Li Er exclaimed that she was a true immortal!

It's 11:30 p.m.

Lu Ming sat at his computer desk, with a cold braised chicken and rice takeout dish spread out in front of him.

The live stream on the screen was showing a financial blogger's outrageous remarks, with comments flying everywhere.

He was too lazy to look, so he casually closed the page, leaned back in his chair, and stared blankly at the ceiling for a while.

The rental apartment is small, with one bedroom and one living room, and the monthly rent is 2,300.

For someone who has just quit their job three days ago and has only a four-figure savings account, this price is already considered a loss.

I should go look for a job tomorrow.

Lu Ming muttered to himself and reached for the bottled water on the table.

At this very moment—

hum.

A very deep hum came from the center of the room.

The sound didn't seem to come from any household appliance.

It was more like some enormous thing resonating, with a frequency so low it made your teeth ache.

Lu Ming suddenly turned his head.

He saw a scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

In the very center of the room, the air was distorted.

It's not a metaphor; it's a genuine distortion.

It's like a piece of transparent glass being suddenly bent in the middle; the light is violently refracted at that point, and visible ripples spread outwards in concentric circles.

"earthquake?!"

Lu Ming subconsciously took two steps back towards the door.

But the next second, he rejected that judgment.

Because the ground didn't shake, the water glass on the table didn't move at all.

The only thing that was changing was the increasingly violent fold of air in the center of the room.

Then--

Click!

A crisp, almost ear-piercing cracking sound.

Lu Ming witnessed with his own eyes that his rented room, from the ceiling to the floor, was torn open by an invisible force, leaving a gap.

The crack widened rapidly.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

The crack had widened to nearly two meters, like a door that had been forcibly pushed open.

Lu Ming's pupils contracted sharply.

Because on the other side of the crack, it's not the neighbor's living room, nor is it a cross-section of air and wall.

It was a room he had never seen before.

A rosewood carved canopy bed with pale yellow embroidered curtains hanging down.

On the huanghuali wood dressing table were a bronze mirror and a cosmetic box.

Wisps of smoke rose from the Boshan incense burner, filling the room with a strange yet rich aroma.

The room's decor was in stark contrast to the cheap rental apartment he lived in.

On the left are his folding computer desk, takeout boxes, and a buzzing wall-mounted air conditioner.

To the right is a magnificent, antique-style sleeping quarters.

Two spaces that belong to completely different worlds were forcibly pieced together at this moment.

"Holy shit..."

Lu Ming took a step back and his back hit the wall.

His first thought was that he was dreaming.

But the cold air from the air conditioner felt very real, and the pain from my back hitting the wall felt very real too.

He wasn't dreaming.

Just as Lu Ming's brain was racing, the embroidered curtains on the canopy bed were suddenly pulled open.

A figure rolled over and sat up in bed.

Lu Ming's gaze met that of the figure.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

That's a woman.

No, to be precise, it was a young girl.

She looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, with a cascade of black hair draped over her shoulders, and she was wearing a moon-white nightgown.

His face was pale.

But that paleness only accentuated the exquisiteness of her features.

She had willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a delicate nose, and rosy lips.

Even with a noticeably sickly complexion, it couldn't hide the stunning beauty that emanated from her very being.

Lu Ming had lived for twenty-four years, and of all the people he had seen in real life and on screen, none could compare to the face before him.

But he's not in the mood to appreciate it right now.

Because the stunningly beautiful girl was tightly clutching a short dagger in her hand.

The blade of the dagger reflected a cold glint in the firelight of the Boshan furnace.

"Who are you!"

The girl's voice was clear and sharp, carrying a commanding authority, but the slight tremor at the end revealed her inner fear.

"Why are you in my bedchamber?!"

Lu Ming was stunned for a moment.

This princess?

The sleeping quarters?

He quickly glanced at the decor of the room opposite.

A carved canopy bed, pale yellow embroidered curtains, a Boshan censer, a bronze mirror on a dressing table...

This kind of extravagance is not something that ordinary wealthy families can afford.

Moreover, she spoke in classical Chinese.

Lu Ming's mind raced at that moment.

He didn't panic.

Although the scene before him was utterly absurd, Lu Ming had a particular trait—the more outrageous something was, the calmer he became.

The air conditioner in the college entrance examination room broke down that year. The temperature was 40 degrees Celsius, and everyone in the room was sweating and irritable. Only he finished the paper without changing his expression.

His mother said he was born with a cold bone in his body.

"Don't get agitated."

Lu Ming raised his hands, making a harmless gesture, "I mean no harm."

"You haven't answered this princess's question yet!" the girl said sharply, pushing the dagger forward half an inch.

Lu Ming did not move.

He noticed a detail.

The girl was holding a dagger, but her hand was trembling.

It wasn't a nervous tremor.

It's a tremor caused by physical weakness.

The paleness on her face wasn't from fear, it was from illness.

"My name is Lu Ming." He lowered his voice and slowed his speech. "I didn't break into your room. It was your room that suddenly appeared here."

"Absurd!" the girl retorted angrily.

"Look to your left."

The girl instinctively tilted her head.

Then she froze.

She saw a scene behind Lu Ming that didn't belong to this world at all—a computer screen glowing with light, an air conditioner humming, plastic takeout boxes, and a lamp overhead that could light up without kerosene or candles.

The girl's pupils dilated suddenly.

"What...what is this?!"

"This is my room," Lu Ming said. "Our rooms are connected by some kind of force."

The girl clearly couldn't understand that statement.

But her eyes were already captivated by things she had never seen before.

A light that turns on by itself.

A white square box that blows cool air.

And that thin board, its surface constantly shimmering with light and shadow.

Everything was wildly challenging her understanding.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Lu Ming tentatively took a step forward.

He stretched out his right hand and slowly reached towards the boundary between the two spaces.

The fingertip just touched the edge of the crack—

hum!

An invisible repulsive force suddenly pushed his hand away.

Lu Ming was so shocked that he took half a step back, his hand going numb.

"make life difficult for."

He frowned and tried again.

The result was the same.

At the boundary of that crack, there exists a barrier invisible to the naked eye.

Like a transparent wall.

People can't get over it.

But sound can pass through, and they can have a normal conversation.

Lu Ming bent down, picked up an empty mineral water bottle from the ground, and tried to throw it over.

The plastic bottle floated lightly through the light curtain and rolled onto the mahogany wooden floor on the opposite side.

The girl was so frightened that she took a step back, almost dropping the dagger.

"Things can get through, but people can't," Lu Ming quickly concluded.

He looked at the terrified girl opposite him, and the puzzle in his mind gradually took shape.

A woman in ancient costume, living in a royal bedchamber, calling herself a princess, speaking in classical Chinese, carrying a dagger for self-defense, her face pale…

If this isn't some kind of immersive murder mystery game, then there's only one explanation for this scene.

Spacetime rift.

It connects to the ancient times.

"What's your last name?" Lu Ming suddenly asked.

The girl looked at him warily: "How could this princess tell you!"

"You're from the Li family, aren't you?"

This is not a question, it is a statement.

The girl's expression changed instantly.

"How did you know!"

Lu Ming did not answer directly.

He walked to his computer desk, quickly opened a search engine, and entered a few keywords.

The Tang Dynasty. A princess. Frail and sickly.

Search results appear almost instantly.

He clicked on the top entry, which prominently displayed a name—

Li Lizhi.

Princess Chang Le.

She was the eldest daughter of Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, and the daughter of Empress Zhangsun.

In the early years of the Zhenguan era, she was frail and sickly, and later married Changsun Chong.

He died in the seventeenth year of the Zhenguan era.

He was only twenty-three years old.

Lu Ming stared at the cold line of text on the screen and fell silent.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the girl opposite him who was pointing a dagger at him and trembling all over.

A pale face.

A weak body.

The specifications of the sleeping quarters were beyond compare.

All of them are correct.

Princess Chang Le of the Tang Dynasty, Li Lizhi.

The most dazzling pearl of the Tang Dynasty.

Historical records say that she was frail and sickly, and died at the age of twenty-three.

And now, she is standing opposite him.

Alive.

"Your name is Li Lizhi," Lu Ming said.

On the other side, the girl seemed to have been struck by lightning, frozen in place.

The terror in those beautiful eyes instantly reached its peak.

"How—how did you know my given name!"

Her voice had changed tone.

In the Tang Dynasty, a princess's given name was extremely private information, and ordinary court officials would never know it.

The strangely dressed man in front of her actually called out her name.