Deposed? I couldn't be happier! I wouldn't even be a dog to the crown prince.

On the white sand beaches of Hawaii, the salty, warm sea breeze carries the rustling sound of coconut palms rubbing against each other.

This sound has no electronic synthesis rules.

It is simply white noise produced by the collision of plant fibers under the influence of natural airflow.

Several white seabirds were perched in the shallow water.

They bent down and searched the sand for the small crabs left behind after the tide receded.

The sand was very white and a bit prickly underfoot.

On the other side of the ocean, Chang'an is undergoing a complete transformation.

The great chaos was completely quelled.

That crazy, digital ascension farce that attempted to abandon the physical body became a cautionary tale.

They were forever nailed to the pillar of shame in the history of the Tang Dynasty.

The immense computing power of the Tian Shu system has been dethroned.

It returned to where it was supposed to be.

The metaverse is no longer a fantastical paradise where the powerful and wealthy pursue immortality.

It reverted to a useful tool, or rather, a massive entertainment sandbox.

At the market in the West Market.

A few teenagers wearing cheap civilian helmets were squatting on a street corner.

They fought monsters in a virtual fantasy world, working up a sweat.

It's lunchtime.

Their mothers would grab their ears and rip their helmets off.

Force them back to reality.

Back to that bowl of steaming, fragrant scallion noodles.

The temperature of the noodles burned my lips.

The aroma of the noodles filled my stomach as I chewed them.

This feeling of fullness, this satisfaction, is something that no amount of advanced code can simulate.

After suffering a crushing defeat, the real civilization of the Tang Dynasty finally matured.

Inside the six ministries of the imperial court.

Officials are no longer overly reliant on holographic projections for decision-making.

Fang Xuanling sat at his desk in the Ministry of Personnel.

The old man wore reading glasses and held a piece of fine pine soot ink in his hand.

Slowly grind the ink on the cold Duan inkstone.

The ink emitted a faint scent of pine.

He picked up a wolf-hair brush and dipped it in ink.

He wrote the approval document for the water conservancy repair of Jiangnan Road on rough Xuan paper.

The pen tip scratches against the paper, making a soft, rustling sound.

My wrists will ache, and my eyes will blur.

But every stroke of the pen represents a real concern for the national economy and people's livelihood.

In the farmland outside the city.

Cheng Yaojin was dressed in shorts with his trousers rolled up.

He stood with his feet in the melting mud of early spring.

The mud squeezed between my toes, icy cold and bone-chilling.

In front of him was a new type of agricultural farming machine that Li Shimin had just allocated.

The diesel engine roared deafeningly.

A plume of black smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe, choking Old Cheng and causing him to cough.

But after he finished coughing, he patted the thick tracks of the mech and burst into laughter.

The weight of the steel pressed down on the soil, turning up fertile, black earth.

That's what it means to be down-to-earth.

The roar of industry has drowned out the decadent music of the past.

The molten iron in the steelmaking furnace flows day and night.

The sound of hammering echoed across the Guanzhong Plain.

The heels of the Tang Dynasty were firmly planted on the soil and steel of reality.

Our gaze crosses the ocean and returns to Hawaii.

The Pacific sun was still scorching.

Waves crashed against the coastline, breaking into white foam.

After the tide receded, some seaweed and shells were left on the beach.

The air was filled with a strong, fishy smell.

Li Chengqian lay on a large canvas beach chair.

The canvas was a bit old, and it made a slight creaking sound as it bore his weight.

He was wearing a wrinkled floral shirt.

Her buttons were all undone, revealing her fair chest.

Her lower body was covered by a pair of loose-fitting beach shorts.

He was wearing a pair of black aviator sunglasses.

The sunglasses were a little crooked, sliding down a bit along the bridge of his nose.

He was too lazy to reach out and help.

The sunlight felt hot on my skin.

He was sweating.

A bead of sweat slid down his forehead and into his temple.

It felt sticky and slightly itchy.

Li Chengqian turned over.

He didn't look at the holographic screen, nor did he pay attention to the massive data flow in the Tian Shu system's backend.

The Tang Dynasty is already on the right track, and the remaining trivial matters do not require his involvement as the chief planner.

He extended his right hand.

Using muscle memory, he skillfully reached for the shadows behind the chair.

My hand touched a red plastic insulated box.

The plastic casing had become somewhat brittle from being exposed to the sun.

He fumbled to open the lid of the insulated box.

My fingers touched a pile of ice.

The ice was frozen solid, and the cold air traveled up from my fingertips.

He grabbed a can of chilled cola in an aluminum container.

The surface of the aluminum can was covered with condensation.

Water droplets slid down and landed on the sand, where they were instantly absorbed.

Li Chengqian held a can of cola in one hand.

Hold the pull ring with your backhand.

Use your index finger to forcefully flick upwards.

Snapped.

The pull ring broke.

The sealed aluminum can made a crisp popping sound.

The high-pressure sealed carbon dioxide gas gushed out rapidly, emitting a brief hissing sound.

He picked up a thick glass from the side.

The glass contained several irregularly shaped ice cubes.

Pour in the black cola.

When liquid impacts ice, it generates a large number of bubbles.

The bubbles burst at the rim of the cup, making a soft crackling sound.

The ice cubes hit the side of the glass, making a crisp sound.

Ding.

when.

The sound was exceptionally clear on the beach where only the sea breeze blew.

Li Chengqian picked up the cup and pressed the cool glass against his forehead.

The relief from the physical cooling made him breathe a long sigh of relief.

A low hum came from above.

The wind pressure increased, causing the coconut tree leaves to shake violently.

The sand on the ground was swirled up and hit people's calves, causing a slight pain.

A heavy transport drone lands from high altitude.

A huge cold chain insulated box hangs under the belly of the aircraft.

The drone hovered three meters above the beach.

The mechanical gripper has released.

boom.

The heavy insulated box crashed onto the beach.

It created a sand pit that was half a meter deep.

This is a special supply of Pacific goods that Li Shimin acquired using 5 billion yuan in real estate dividends.

The drone completed its mission, climbed to a higher altitude, and flew away.

A tracked automated cooking robot emerged from the shadow of a parasol.

It glided to the front of the insulated box.

The metal robotic arm ejects a cutting blade and cuts through the sealing tape.

tear.

The sound of the tape breaking was very jarring.

The lid was opened, and a large amount of white, cold air came out.

Dozens of enormous Boston lobsters lay on crushed ice.

They are still alive.

The deep red shrimp claws waved weakly twice, spitting out a string of bubbles.

The robot carried out a heavy cast iron baking tray.

Ignite and heat.

A block of bright yellow butter was thrown onto a scorching hot iron plate.

It instantly melts into a brown liquid, releasing dense, oily bubbles.

The creamy aroma of butter mixed with the spiciness of fried garlic powerfully overpowered the salty, fishy smell of the sea breeze.

The shrimp meat touches the hot plate.

It emitted a loud sizzling sound.

White steam rose up.

Li Chengqian sniffed.

This meal cost tens of millions; the old man really went all out to save face.

He held his cola, waiting for the shrimp to cook.

On the beach, a blue beam of light suddenly appeared without warning.

The beam of light hit the rough sand grains, causing the image to be somewhat distorted.

That is the transoceanic long-distance communication projection of the Tian Shu system.

Wu Zetian's virtual projection took shape in the pillar of light.

She was wearing a neat blue official robe today.

He was holding a thick stack of electronic folders.

She had just taken a step.

The virtual sole stepped into a small sand pit.

The light and shadow didn't perfectly match the terrain, and a blurry mosaic appeared around her ankle.

Her body swayed slightly.

To maintain her balance, she took a step back in her office in Chang'an.

This caused the projection here to slide back half a meter as well.

She frowned, somewhat annoyed.

But he quickly adjusted his posture and regained the dignified demeanor of a steward.

"Your Highness."

Wu Zetian spoke, her voice clear and melodious.

She swallowed, her throat feeling a little dry.

She has been running back and forth between the Ministry of Works and the Ministry of Revenue for the past few days, without even having time to drink water.

"The handover of all physical assets within the territory of Datang has been completed."

She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand.

"Now, the Ministry of Industry has submitted a completely new space satellite plan."

She waved her hand.

A giant holographic blueprint unfolds on the beach.

It blocked half of the sunlight.

Those were densely packed track parameters and titanium alloy load design drawings.

The intricate lines intertwine, making one dizzy from looking at them.

"Located on North American bases for transportation capacity."

Wu Zetian's tone was somewhat agitated, and her speech became increasingly rapid.

"We plan to launch 300 heavy relay satellites into low Earth orbit next month."

"These satellites will use the latest anti-gravity thrusters."

"Once deployed, Datang's physical communication network will completely cover the entire planet, and even extend to the far side of the moon."

She spoke until her mouth was dry.

His eyes were filled with a fervent desire for the expansion of the empire's territory.

Li Chengqian lay on the chair, motionless.

The glass in his hand had already started to drip water.

Water droplets flowed down the side of the cup into his fingers and dripped onto the sand.

He didn't look at that grand space blueprint.

His gaze went beyond the edge of the holographic projection, looking into the distance.

Look up at the sky.

The camera zooms in.

A close-up of the dazzling sunlight, without any trace of code.

It was a huge star burning hydrogen and helium.

The light it emitted was dazzling and real.

There was no green data waterfall in the light.

There is no garbled text with any error message.

There are no system vulnerabilities that need to be fixed.

Sunlight penetrates the atmosphere without obstruction.

It landed on Li Chengqian's bare shoulder.

It landed on the white sand.

It landed on the sizzling cast iron baking plate.

It brings pure temperature.

There are no additional conditions and no computing power consumption.

Li Chengqian felt very tired.

After saving the world and pulling the Tang Dynasty back from the brink of collapse...

The exhaustion that washed over him as his tense nerves finally relaxed completely overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

He didn't want to hear about orbital parameters.

I don't want to hear about load design.

These things were matters for the artisans of the Tang Dynasty to worry about.

He rolled over.

The canvas chair creaked in protest once more.

He turned his back to the eloquent Wu Zetian.

Facing the sea and the sun.

Wu Meiniang's voice stopped.

She watched the Crown Prince's retreating figure, refusing to communicate.

The electronic document he was holding froze in mid-air.

She opened her mouth slightly and sighed helplessly.

She knew that this workaholic mode was over.

Salted Fish Mode has been reinstated and locked.

Waves crashed against the rocks.

White foam splattered.

Li Chengqian took a sip of cola and let out a satisfied sigh: "Don't rush me, let me finish basking in the sun this month first. Wang De, go and send a message to this old man, tell him that the chairman has worked hard, and that the power to the East Palace will not be cut off this month."