The first time in history

"Tang Dynasty, Emperor Ming, history cannot be changed."

When Qian Mingduo opened the first blind box, a yellowed piece of paper fell out. He picked it up and read the words on it. Out of curiosity, he bought 100 blind boxes online that claimed to change his life.

"Tang Dynasty, Minghuang, history cannot be changed." Qian Mingduo read it carefully again. Then he glanced at the other ninety-nine blind boxes.

"Humph!" Qian Mingduo smiled contemptuously, thinking it was all just a trick. He was already 32 years old and a university lecturer, but he was still so stupid that he took a hundred photos at once.

"Not only do you lose your morals when you're drunk, you also lose money!" he said angrily in his heart.

What Qian Mingduo could not have imagined was that every blind box in front of him would take him on a thrilling journey.

Qian Mingduo took out a small light yellow box from the express carton and held it in his palm. The box was very thick and felt heavy.

He looked at the box and felt that it was opened like a matchbox, so he casually pushed the side of the box with his thumb.

"Why is it so tight?" Qian Mingduo muttered to himself. He put the cigarette in his left hand between his lips, grasped the paper box with both hands, and pushed it out with his thumb. At this moment, a ray of light shot out from the box, and the powerful force sucked Qian Mingduo in. In a blink of an eye, he disappeared from the spot.

Qian Mingduo felt dizzy, and when the scene in front of him became clear, he found himself in a luxurious banquet. He was wearing a gorgeous dragon robe, surrounded by a group of ministers and palace maids in ancient costumes. Next to him, sat a charming imperial concubine.

The imperial concubine opened her red lips and said in a tender voice, "Saint, is today's banquet to your liking?"

Qian Mingduo didn't realize that he still had a cigarette in his mouth. Amidst the smoke, he saw everyone's astonished eyes.

"Saint, what is this treasure in your mouth?" a minister asked tremblingly.

Qian Mingduo came back to his senses, quickly took out the cigarette from his mouth, and said with an awkward smile: "This is a new magical item I got, it can help me relieve my boredom."

The imperial concubine covered her face and chuckled: "Your Majesty is always so funny. I am always amused by you."

Qian Mingduo was groaning in his heart. What should he do? He had become an ancient emperor for no apparent reason, and had made such a joke. He looked down at his hands, and the pale yellow paper box had disappeared. The words on the note quickly flashed through his mind: "Tang Dynasty, Ming Emperor, history cannot be changed."

He quickly calmed down and thought that since it happened, he might as well make the best of it and find a way to deal with the situation.

"Come on, come on, let's drink this cup together!" Qian Mingduo raised his glass and imitated the way he did in movies and TV dramas, trying to divert everyone's attention. Everyone present raised their glasses, and the atmosphere at the banquet eased a little. Qian Mingduo also took the opportunity to look around.

The banquet was held in a magnificent palace, with huge red candles lighting up the palace as bright as day. The long table was filled with delicacies, and fine wine was shining in exquisite wine glasses. The musicians played melodious music, and the dancers danced in gorgeous clothes with colorful silks flying.

The walls of the palace were hung with gorgeous silks, calligraphy and paintings, and the floor was covered with thick, soft carpets. The ministers, dressed in official uniforms, sat respectfully in their respective seats, with expressions of flattery or awe on their faces.

Qian Mingduo set his eyes on the imperial concubine beside him, "Emperor Minghuang of Tang, Concubine Yang". If it was true as written on the note, then he would be Emperor Minghuang of Tang, Li Longji. The imperial concubine sitting beside him... Qian Mingduo couldn't believe it, this was Concubine Yang, one of the four great beauties in ancient times.

His eyes fell on Yang Guifei beside him, and he was a little absent-minded for a moment. She was plump, but she showed a graceful and elegant manner just right. Her skin was as white and delicate as cream, and against the background of gorgeous clothes, it looked even more lustrous and attractive. Her face was like a carefully carved work of art, with eyebrows like distant black, eyes like autumn water, and the corners of her eyes slightly raised, revealing endless charm and style.

The bridge of her nose was straight, her lips were red without any makeup, and her slightly upturned mouth corners carried an intoxicating smile. Her black hair was swirling like clouds, dotted with dazzling pearls and jade, swaying gently with her every move, flashing a charming light. She seemed to have walked out of a painting. Except for her perfect plumpness, she was simply impeccable and beautiful beyond description, making people intoxicated by her peerless beauty.

"Why is your majesty looking at me like this?" Yang Guifei asked coquettishly, her big watery eyes flashing with an alluring light that seemed to be able to seduce people's souls and make people intoxicated. She raised her head slightly, her eyes met Qian Mingduo's, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she asked softly: "Could it be..."

Before she finished speaking, Yang Guifei bit her lips lightly, wanting to say something but stopping herself. Her charming and charming appearance made people feel pity and love. Her eyes revealed a hint of expectation and shyness, as if she was waiting for Qian Mingduo's response. At this time, Qian Mingduo was attracted by Yang Guifei's beauty, and for a moment he even forgot to speak, and just stared at her blankly.

"Saint!" Just when Qian Mingduo was lost in thought, a low voice suddenly sounded. This shout made Qian Mingduo wake up instantly. He turned his head sharply and saw an old man in a black robe and with a serious face standing at the steps in front of the hall.

The appearance of this old man made Qian Mingduo feel nervous, and an inexplicable pressure surged in his heart. The old man exuded a strong aura, and although he was far away from Qian Mingduo, he could still feel it. He didn't know who this mysterious old man was and why he appeared here.

Qian Mingduo couldn't help but frown, secretly speculating on the old man's identity and purpose.

"Saint" Yang Guifei opened her red lips and said, "The Grand Historian wants to see you!"

"Oh!" Qian Mingduo came back to his senses and said, "Call him up." As a lecturer in the history department of a university, Qian Mingduo was more certain that his identity was undoubtedly Emperor Xuanzong of Tang. Because in the first year of Tianbao, the Hun Tian Jian was changed to Tai Shi Jian, and the highest official of Tai Shi Jian was Tai Shi Ling.

"The Saint has ordered that the Grand Historian come forward to meet him." A fat white eunuch announced loudly.

"This must be the famous Gao Lishi," Qian Mingduo thought to himself.

The Grand Historian hurriedly entered the banquet hall, his expression panicked and his steps hurried, attracting everyone's attention. He didn't care about etiquette, he knelt down, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, I just observed the sky at night, and saw a strange light suddenly appear, as if a mysterious force broke through the sky. This light is so strong that it has never been seen before, and the surrounding stars are also eclipsed. And in the light, there seems to be a chaotic energy surging, as if the world is in disorder and the order is out of balance. I am panicked and don't know what this sign is. I hope Your Majesty will make a decision!"