The fifth day of the first lunar month.

The temple of the God of Wealth is crowded with incense.

Li Xiu couldn't squeeze into the hall, so he had to burn incense and pray in the courtyard.

Five years after graduation, all his classmates bought houses, and he still lived in a rental house.

Li Xiu was an orphan since childhood, without the support of his ancestral property, nor the ability to make a fortune.

I can only rely on the God of Wealth to bless you.

"Please ask the God of Wealth to bless me with a prosperous fortune and get a raise as soon as possible."

It seemed as if he had stepped on someone else's foot, and he quickly lowered his head.

Hey—

He found himself stepping on a purse.

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On the 22nd year of Kaiyuan in the Tang Dynasty, the fifth day of the first lunar month.

Inside the Three Pure Temple in the Daming Palace.

A young prince is kneeling in front of the statue of the Star Lord of Wealth and praying.

Outside the hall was a thin middle-aged eunuch, staring at the prince like an eagle.

An old eunuch hurried to the middle-aged eunuch.

"Manager Niu, the car is ready."

"Send him directly to the South Courtyard!"

The old eunuch was shocked, "Master Niu, Nanyuan..."

"What, can't it be?"

The middle-aged eunuch's eyes were as cold as a knife.

"Old slave... obey the order!"

The old eunuch sighed and secretly glanced at the prince who was burning incense.

This poor child still knows nothing.

At this moment, Li Xiu, the 38th son of the Emperor who was praying, suddenly fell to the ground, twitching all over, and his expression was painful.

People around were shocked.

The middle-aged eunuch was stunned. Why did he fall down at this critical moment?

The abbot of Sanqing Temple quickly stepped forward and squatted down to check the prince's situation.

"Master Niu, there is something wrong with Thirty-Balang, you must hire an imperial physician!"

All eyes looked at the middle-aged eunuch.

"Transfer to the Imperial Doctor!"

The middle-aged eunuch snorted and turned around and left.

Li Xiu struggled in pain on the ground, and he felt his head be torn.

A strange soul was forcibly pouring into his head.

………….

Li Xiu woke up, and there was a faint musty smell in the air. Whose pickle jar was not covered?

"Brother Xiu, you finally woke up!"

His eyes were blurred, and two ugly guys appeared in front of him.

One with onion face, the other with bitter melon face.

What hat do you wear? Like Asan's head wrapping, it's still green.

"Brother Xiu, can you hear us?"

Brother Xiu? This title is so familiar.

These two faces also seem familiar.

Li Xiu closed her eyes again and searched for the last memory in her mind.

I picked up a money bag in the Temple of the God of Wealth, and my eyes went dark...

No, I am the 38th son of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, burning incense and praying in front of the statue of the God of Wealth...

It was like opening a small gate, and countless memories surged out.

Two memories, which were separated by 1,300 years, blended together at this moment.

Travel through time!

The truth hit his mind like a lightning bolt.

Am I... in the Tang Dynasty?

Li Xiu was extremely excited and struggled to sit up.

"Brother Xiu, be careful!" The two followers quickly helped him up.

The two were wearing secret robes from Tang Dynasty film and television dramas, wearing a sheepskin coat on the outside, a leather belt around their waists, and a bronze medal each hung.

Li Xiu bit his finger and it hurts! He is not dreaming.

He asked anxiously, "What year is this year?"

"It's the 22nd year of Kaiyuan! Today, the emperor has just opened the New Year dynasty."

It's really time traveling!

Li Xiu was dizzy. Has he really become the prince of the Tang Dynasty?

He suddenly wanted to know what he had become?

Become a middle-aged uncle, or be the same as before?

Li Xiu looked at his hands and there was a birthmark in the palm of his left hand. His hands were thin and tender, slender and fair.

When I touched my face again, I had a long face, with clear contours of lips, high nose, slender eyebrows, and large eyes. I guess I looked handsome.

Look at your figure, tall and tall, and you will be handsome.

All aspects made him very satisfied, and a strong sense of happiness was about to melt him.

My brother is still a young prince.

There are still decades of glory and wealth.

It’s still the prosperous Kaiyuan Tang Dynasty!

There is a single-family villa with money piled up in the house and you can also hug it from both sides.

What other benefits?

You can also find Li Bai to drink and Du Fu to play chess.

By the way! You can also save Yang Guifei.

She should be a little beautiful girl now!

Li Xiu smiled so hard that his mouth was grinning.

"Brother Xiu, are you okay?"

"It's okay! It's okay! I'm very good now, not ordinary!"

"You are Zhang Ping!" Li Xiu pointed at the bitter melon face with a smile.

"Brother Xiu, I am Zhang Ping!"

"You are Zhao Hu!" He pointed at Onion's face again.

He is quickly integrating into his new identity, new life, and getting rid of his miserable singles.

The two followers cheered, hugged each other, and cried with joy.

"Brother Xiu is finally normal!"

Wait for a while, I am the prince of the Tang Dynasty, and then what?

Li Xiu suddenly realized that she could not remember anything.

A headache came.

"I want to drink water!"

"Brother Xiu, wait!" Zhang Ping ran away with bitter face.

After a moment, I scooped up a scoop of water, "Brother Xiu'er, drink water!"
To be continued...