My hotel is full of emperors throughout history.

On the other side, in the modern world, a time hotel...

No sooner had Li Shimin and his companion stepped out the door than Chen Mo poured out the golden melon seeds from his brocade pouch, his smile impossible to contain.

"Tsk tsk, money talks! Dad, looks like our hotel can hold out for a while longer!"

He happily put away the gold seeds and began to consider whether he should pay the electricity bill first or get a new phone.

After pondering for a long time, Chen Mo made a decision...

Let's order a braised pork knuckle rice first!

Of all things, eating is the most important!

He'd been craving that braised pork trotter rice for ages!

I eat instant noodles every day, and my taste buds are almost turning into the shape of instant noodles!

If he doesn't eat something good soon, he'll really be letting himself down.

So Chen Mo directly ordered a braised pork trotter rice.

The braised pork trotter rice restaurant wasn't far from here, but since he was waiting anyway, Chen Mo simply turned on the TV and randomly picked a channel to watch.

jingle--

The dusty wind chimes rang again, their sound still dry and hoarse.

Chen Mo put the phone he had just picked up back down.

"Welcome to Temporary Inn. Please show your ID if you are checking in..."

He started speaking out of habit, but then remembered that the two important clients didn't seem to have any identification either, so he changed his words.

"...Accommodation is quoted directly: 120 for a standard room, 150 for a double room, 100 for a deposit. We accept WeChat, Alipay, cash, and... special hard currency is also acceptable."

As he spoke of "special hard currency," he subconsciously rubbed the gold nuggets in his pocket.

The person at the door didn't respond immediately.

Chen Mo felt something was off, looked up, and was startled again.

There was a person standing at the door.

There was only one person.

He was tall and robust, even more muscular than Li Shimin from before, and dressed in a blue robe, looking like an old farmer who had just returned from planting rice seedlings in a field.

But the old farmer looked quite old, with deep wrinkles on his face as if carved by a knife and axe, and a majestic, even somewhat fierce, appearance.

What made Chen Mo's heart skip a beat was the old farmer's eyes.

That was not the look of an ordinary farmer. It was a pair of eyes as sharp as a hawk's, filled with extreme vigilance, scrutiny, and a terrifying gaze that seemed to pierce through one's heart.

He simply stood there, doing nothing, yet he exuded a murderous aura as if he had fought his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, along with an unyielding and domineering presence.

The old farmer at the entrance scanned the lobby warily.

From the peeling paint on the walls to the creaking ceiling fan, and then to Chen Mo behind the counter holding a cell phone, his eyes were filled with vigilance.

The place, the furnishings, and the strangely dressed boy all made him feel extremely uneasy.

Chen Mo looked at the old farmer, his heart pounding.

Two just left, and now another one has arrived who doesn't seem simple either?

Moreover, this person's demeanor suggests a particularly volatile temper!

"Sir... uh, master? You need a room at the inn?"

Upon hearing this, the old farmer frowned even more deeply.

He spoke, his voice booming like a drumbeat.

"We're asking you, where is this place? And who are you? Explain yourself!"

"This is Hengdian Time Hotel, and I'm Chen Mo, the owner."

Chen Mo spoke up.

"Hengdian? A hotel?"

The old farmer repeated these words, his eyes filled with undiminished doubt and vigilance, instead staring at Chen Mo with even greater sharpness.

"We're asking for the place name! What Hengdian? Which prefecture does it belong to? Which garrison is it under? Don't try to fool us with some nonsense we don't understand!"

Prefecture? Garrison?

Chen Mo had a vague idea in his mind.

Just then, my phone suddenly vibrated.

"Hello! Your takeout has been delivered to your door. Please pick it up promptly!"

Looking at the message on his phone, Chen Mo was in a great mood. He ignored the old farmer and went out to get his takeout.

He lifted the plastic lid, and steaming hot, dark red pig's trotters, stewed until tender and glossy, filled the air with a wonderful aroma.

"Wow, it smells delicious!"

Chen Mo sniffed, picked up disposable chopsticks, and prepared to eat first.

The old man at the door smelled the aroma, and his Adam's apple bobbed noticeably.

He subconsciously took half a step forward, his voice still harsh, but the hostility in his tone had inexplicably diminished considerably.

"What did you eat?"

Chen Mo was picking up a trembling, tender pig's trotter, about to put it in his mouth, when he heard this and paused for a moment. He looked up and saw the old farmer staring at his rice bowl, and casually replied.

"This? It's braised pork knuckle rice! Of course it's braised pork knuckle!"

"Especially the pork fat on top, it's fatty but not greasy, fragrant, tender, and flavorful—it's delicious!"

Chen Mo looked up at the old man.

"Master chef, would you like one too? Let me order for you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old farmer's expression darkened for a moment, then he asked with a rather amused look.

Do you know what you just said?

Chen Mo was completely dumbfounded.

"No... what's wrong with pig's feet? Can't we eat pig's feet? Especially the pork fat on top, it's so delicious! We all eat it..."

His explanation only made things worse!

"presumptuous!"

The old man suddenly roared, his eyes like those of a ferocious wild beast.

"Do you know what the current crown prince's name is?"

Chen Mo pondered for a moment.

Looking at the old farmer in front of me, I seemed to understand why he was angry.

"I'm asking you a question!!!"

Seeing that Chen Mo remained silent for a long time, the old man shouted angrily.

However, the next second, a sound suddenly came from the television next to them.

"Nephew! My dear little nephew Zhu Yunwen! Where are you going?! Your fourth uncle is here to settle scores with you!"

"Your fourth uncle feels bad seeing how incompetent you are as an emperor!"

"???"