Dreaming back to Chang'an, blood soaks the Xuanwu Gate, and in the depths of the Taiji Palace, there is nothing but endless sorrow. The resounding words, "The people are water, the ruler is a boat," still echo across the land of Chang'an, yet the iron hooves of foreign tribes have once again trampled through the Jade Gate Pass. How can this hatred be measured?

　　In his tomb, George Thompson witnesses his people plunged into misery and suffering—what kind of furious roar should he let out? Beating the railings in vain, he can only watch as the land of the nine provinces sinks!

　　His chest is also filled with stifled frustration, wishing he could cross the river of history, pluck the flying stars, embrace the sun and moon, and turn the universe upside down.

　　So be it. Hearing the wailing of ghosts outside the window, the autumn rain falling in drizzles, I cut a branch to make a bald brush, and continue the story of the flourishing age of The Thompson Family, removing the dark parts. In my Great Tang, there is no sorrow, only the heroic spirit of clashing swords and armored horses, emperors who swallow the sun and moon with their might, fierce generals who have bathed in blood through a hundred battles, lofty scholars with high hats and broad sashes, gentle and virtuous empresses, kind fathers and filial sons, and a prosperous era that stretches on. This is my Great Tang, my "Tang Brick."

　　Edward Carter always thought he was a super homebody—even if he were put on Mars, he would kidnap Martians to send him back to Earth. Now he's in trouble. How can he get from the second year of Zhenguan back to the year 2010 AD? The entire Great Tang is a huge pit: George tricks him, William Thompson tricks him, demon spirits trick him, the Bull Demon King tricks him, and even the wise empress of her generation, Mrs. Harrison, tricks him. There are no good people in the Tang court! Life still has to go on—there's an elderly grandmother above to honor, and eight younger sisters below who need dowries. As a high-ranking noble, Edward Carter feels the pressure is as heavy as a mountain.