The greatest emperor of all time? Even in modern times, he still has to work!

"Don't you go online?" Ying Zheng is now much more patient with Fusu. After all, he knows what kind of son he has created due to his previous impatience.

Fusu shook his head, "I'm on the Internet. I'll check the information during my breaks."

"Oh, then you should go online more often and watch live broadcasts in the future!"

Ying Zheng knew all about the live broadcasts on the Internet. Even if it was a live broadcast of someone sleeping, there would still be people watching. These old men could just open a live broadcast station there. I don’t know what Fusu was so worried about!

As for the performance talents, didn’t those old guys volunteer just now?

Ying Zheng flicked his sleeves, his black and gold robe fluttered, and he left in a dashing and quick manner.

Go back to sleep, I’m sleepy!

Fusu was stunned, but he kept his father's words in mind.

"Let's watch the live broadcast tomorrow."

91 BC, Han Dynasty.

Liu Che was in trouble now and took the initiative to look for his son.

"What? Live broadcast? You want to dance?"

Liu Ju looked at his father as if he had seen a ghost, and he scanned his eyes up and down, but he couldn't imagine what his father looked like dancing. He had heard before that his father would have fun with the soldiers during battles, but this should be different from the dancing in the live broadcast, right?

"Tsk, what kind of dance is this? How old am I, your father?" Liu Che didn't know how to dance, and his waist was not good enough for him to dance.

"What do you do?"

Liu Ju was puzzled. If the live broadcast his father mentioned was just an entertainment project, then their entertainment projects would be watching dancing, reciting poems, riding horses and shooting arrows, and looking at flowers and appreciating the moon.

Can these be live streamed?

"I just don't know, that's why I came to you. I'm the only one in our group now. Do you want the good things in the future? Only with more money can you buy more things! Think about it quickly, how can you stand out!" Liu Che is also ambitious. According to the system Qi Xi mentioned, only the first place in the live broadcast will benefit the most. He must work hard to get the first place. As the Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, he will never admit defeat.

Liu Ju scratched his hair in distress, "Father, this is not easy. What can you do?"

"You don't know what I can do. I can give you a hammer! Think wildly!"

Liu Che was not willing to limit himself to what he could do. He wanted a decent but outstanding live broadcast project.

No matter whether you can do it or not, as long as you think you can do it, then go and learn it!

Is there anything wrong with him being Emperor Wu of Han?

"Well, how about you..." Liu Ju tried hard to develop his imagination, hoping to come up with an answer that would satisfy his father.

At this moment, I suddenly had the feeling of being forced to study by my father when I was a child. It was quite oppressive.

Since Liu Che had handed the task over to his son, he got up and prepared to go back to sleep.

"Take your time to think about it! Give me a definite answer tomorrow!"

Liu Ju watched his father leave without daring to say anything. He held his head in his hands and tried hard to think.

Liu Che felt that he was already very tired after working during the day, so what was wrong with going to bed early at night?

Just as he stepped out of the door, he suddenly turned back and was very satisfied to see Liu Ju thinking so hard.

His son is still very useful!

Northern Song Dynasty, the ninth year of Kaibao.

Zhao Kuangyin couldn't sleep at this moment, thinking about how to stand out in the live broadcast.

To be honest, because his salary was lower than that of Li Shimin and others, Zhao Kuangyin was actually holding back a lot of energy. Now that he finally had the opportunity, he must try his best to seize it. Not to mention surpassing Ying Zheng, he should at least be on par with Li Shimin and Zhu Yuanzhang!

However, he really didn't understand this live broadcast. For him, a mobile phone was just a tool to look up civilian and military information. Now that he was back, he couldn't get his phone. It seemed useless to think about it. He didn't know much about the current situation of the live broadcast industry!

But why can't he be as famous as Li Shimin and others now? Why can't he get the same salary as Li Shimin and others?

Isn’t it because Zhao Guangyi killed him early?

I can’t sleep, so I’ll go beat that kid up again!

Zhao Kuangyin rushed to the next room with a sword in hand. After a while, screams were heard from next door.

The young eunuch guarding the gate has become accustomed to it and now he doesn't even need to cover his ears.

"Oh, what a sin."

Northern Song Dynasty, the fourth year of Taipingxingguo.

Zhao Guangyi suddenly woke up from his sleep. Why did it start again? His whole body was in pain.

"Ouch, what's going on? It hurts!"

"How about we talk to Sister Qi tomorrow and have him go to the hospital for another checkup?"

Zhao Guangyi rolled over in pain and called for the imperial physician to come in in a hoarse voice.

The imperial physician who had been on standby these days was familiar with the procedure. He came in and held the man down, nervously taking his pulse and checking it.

There was also a Taoist priest circling around Zhao Guangyi's bed, mumbling something and scattering paper money.

After tossing and turning until the early morning, Zhao Guangyi finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep.

The imperial doctors all had worried faces. They really couldn't figure out what was wrong with His Majesty.

There’s nothing those heavenly masters can do, as they haven’t seen anything unclean here!

Of course, the main reason is that their Fu Shuixian pills are completely ineffective, and Zhao Guangyi doesn't want to eat them.

The answer is that he believes in science.

As for why looking for a heavenly master.

He just asked for the best chance.

Tang Dynasty, the eighth year of Wude, the Palace of Prince Qin.

"Have you already planned this live broadcast?"

Li Shimin was very curious about future events and would talk to Changsun Wugou about them for a long time every night.

"Yes, Wu Zhao and I will work together to help people with makeup. We will broadcast live together at that time. It has been agreed long ago."

Changsun Wugou should be considered the first person who knew about live streaming, after all, it was Changsun Wugou who proposed the suggestion at that time.

"That's really good. Compared to other people who are racking their brains to figure out what this is, this should be a topic that women are concerned about, so it should be very popular!" Li Shimin said it in a serious manner, as if he really knew all this and was an insider.

"Erlang is right. We think so too. However, Wu Zhao and I have discussed adding some simple makeup that is common in the Tang Dynasty. This way, we can attract more audiences. After all, not everyone likes bright makeup!"

After Changsun Wugou started working in the future, her temperament has been sublimated. She used to be a dignified, generous and wise princess, but now she has become more lively and spiritual, which even stunned Li Shimin.

Changsun Wugou was still sharing her work plan. Li Shimin looked at her in a daze and didn't hear anything she said.

"Erlang? Erlang?!!"

Zhangsun Wugou was puzzled and gently pushed Li Shimin's arm.

"Ji Lang, what are you thinking about?"

Li Shimin's perverted smile suddenly disappeared, "I think it's great, the princess is amazing, great! She will definitely win the first place!"

When Empress Changsun saw Li Shimin like this, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Did you hear what I said?"

"Ah? Didn't the princess mention the live broadcasting business?"

Li Shimin felt a little stupid at the moment. He was too engrossed in watching just now, like a playboy obsessed with beauty.