Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

All the square formations were lined up on one side of the square, facing the crowd. Every soldier's spirit reached its peak. This might be the only time in their lives that they would stand so gloriously in front of the people they were protecting.

Li Shimin slowly drove out of the doorway of the viewing platform in his "Tang No. 1", escorted by a total of six Tianwei Army motorcycles.

The crowd began to cheer: "Long live His Majesty! Long live His Majesty!"

Li Shimin was halfway outside the skylight, smiling and waving at the people: "People are born, grow old, get sick and die, it's the law of nature! It should be Long live the Tang Dynasty!"

Li Shimin's words were transmitted from the microphone to every loudspeaker, and then to the ears of all the people.

The voice of the emperor, the real grand pattern!

The people began to respond to this emperor who brought them a better life, brought them dignity, and led them away from war.

"Long live the Tang Dynasty! Long live the Tang Dynasty!"

"I will still be a Tang citizen in my next life!"

"I'd rather be a dog of the Tang Dynasty than a foreigner!"

Li Shimin was about to reach the first square formation and quickly waved his hand to greet them: "Hello, soldiers!"

The soldiers in the square formation looked at each other with burning eyes, and responded to Li Shimin with the loudest shouts they could make in their lives: "Hello, Your Majesty!"

The slight nervousness that Li Shimin originally had disappeared at this moment. How could he not respond to such a shout that shook the sky!

"Thank you for your hard work, soldiers, in defending our country!"

"It's not hard! Serve the Tang Dynasty!"

The common people also joined in the fun. Whenever Li Shimin shouted "Hello, soldiers!", the people would add, "Hello, Your Majesty."

Every time he shouted "Thank you for your hard work, your Majesty!", the people would follow suit and shout: "Thank you for your hard work, Your Majesty!"

Yan Liben found a good position in the crowd with his Polaroid camera. His apprentices quickly helped him set up the canvas and grind the ink. Yan Liben aimed the Polaroid camera's miniature viewfinder at Li Shimin and clicked the shutter.

Seeing his disciples hastily setting up the painting, Yan Liben quickly asked them to leave: "What era is this? What's the point of painting something like this? Do you know what high technology is?"

Yan Liben was anxiously waiting for the photo paper to come out from the bottom of the Polaroid camera. He wanted to just pull the photo paper out himself, but unfortunately there would be problems with the image formation.

Just when Yan Liben was eager to take the next photo, he heard the sound of a shutter. In the past, he would have thought that someone was eating biscuits when hearing this clicking sound. But after His Majesty gave him a Polaroid camera a few days ago, he could clearly tell that it was the sound of a camera shutter.

Following the sound, he saw that the person holding a strange thing was none other than his own brother, the current chief architect Yan Lide.

Unlike his own panic, it was obvious that Yan Lide was surrounded by people, forming a vacuum zone around him.

The camera is also different from my own. It looks so majestic and domineering. The pure black body is much larger than my own Polaroid camera. The protruding cylindrical object in the front looks like there is a glass on it, but it is not. It has a slight curve.

Yan Lide's camera had one leg resting on the ground, so he didn't need to worry about lens shaking like I did.

While Yan Liben was thinking, Yan Lide's camera made a series of clicking sounds. Yan Liben quickly put the photo paper spit out by his Polaroid camera into his arms and quickly took another photo of Li Shimin and his Tang No. 1.

While waiting for the photo paper to come out, Yan Liben carefully observed his brother Yan Lide. He saw him twist the protruding cylindrical object, and a series of clicking sounds were heard again.

"Brother!"

Yan Liben really couldn't bear it any longer. The Polaroid camera in his hand was given to him solemnly by His Majesty. Curiosity made him scratch his head and wanted to know what his brother was holding.

Yan Lide glanced at the direction where the voice came from. It seemed to be the voice of his younger brother, but he was busy taking pictures of each phalanx and His Majesty, so he didn't care.

Yan Lide's indifference made Yan Liben a little mentally collapsed. Looking at Li Shimin's back that had already passed by, Yan Lide simply squeezed through the crowd and went in the direction of his brother.

Before he arrived, the Tianwei Army secret guards surrounding Yan Lide had already isolated Yan Liben, making him unable to move.

"That's my brother! You are protecting my brother!"

The secret guards of the Tianwei Army thought, we are protecting the latest SLR film camera developed by the Engineering Department and the Governor-General, and you say the camera is your brother?

Yan Lide finally heard and saw Yan Liben this time: "He is my little brother, let him come over!"

After confirming that Yan Liben would not pose a threat, the leader of the secret guards in charge of this escort mission nodded and signaled Yan Liben to enter the encirclement.

"Brother! What is this?"

Yan Lide put his eyes to the viewfinder and was completing an excellent composition. As Li Shimin's car drove past the horses, Li Shimin waved as if saying goodbye to the old world and had no time to care about his younger brothers.

“Crack! Crack, crack!”

"Ah? This is the camera that His Royal Highness the King gave me. Hey, what's that in your hand?"

Yan Liben felt a little embarrassed and quickly put his hands behind his back: "Nothing, just the pancakes I bought this morning. I was hungry just now and took them out to eat a few bites."

Upon learning that his younger brother was hungry, Yan Lide took out beef jerky and fried rice sticks from his shoulder bag and handed them to him: "Just a couple of bites, it's boring to eat just the biscuits."

Yan Liben felt extremely aggrieved. He had been busy for the whole morning but had not gotten anything to eat. He looked in his brother's pocket and saw that it was full of food and some small cylindrical things, but he had no idea what they were.

Yan Liben opened his mouth to ask something about the camera, but Yan Lide put away the tripod supporting the camera, opened the quick-release interface of the tripod, and hung the camera strap around his neck.

When Yan Liben saw that his brother was about to run away, he quickly helped to pick up the tripod. The Tianwei Army's secret guards escorted Yan Liben and Yan Lide quickly across the square and got into the car that had been prepared long ago.

The captain of the secret guards sat in the passenger seat, and the only people left in the back seat were Yan Lide, who was panting while holding his camera, and Yan Liben, who was running like a dead dog while holding a tripod.

Yan Liben suddenly remembered that one day His Royal Highness the King of England met him outside and invited him to dinner at Baolilou, but he was busy painting at home and declined the invitation.

Could it be that His Majesty the King of England wanted to tell me about this camera?

Yan Liben slapped his thigh in regret: "Oh my god! Oh my god!"

This shout almost scared Yan Lide half to death. What the hell happened to my mother? He quickly grabbed his younger brother and said, "What happened to my mother? Aren't you and the women in your family watching the ceremony in a building near the square? I even brought a few telescopes over there!"