Li Shimin faked his death? Then I will be powerful enough to conquer the world!

The majestic city wall of Xianyang City is built entirely of brand new blue bricks. Each brick looks like it has been carefully carved and arranged tightly together. The gaps between them are filled with cement without any gaps, making it look like an airtight whole.

Under the sunlight, the city wall sparkles with an ancient and solemn luster, showing a unique majesty.

In order to make the city wall not only strong but also beautiful, Li Chengqian also cleverly created an ancient atmosphere and planted dense ivy along the base of the city wall.

These ivy plants are like a group of green elves, climbing and spreading along the texture of the city wall. Their tender green branches and leaves sway gently in the breeze, as if telling an ancient story, adding a bit of vitality and agility to this majestic city wall.

Li Shimin and Li Ji stuck their heads out of the curtain of the carriage, their faces filled with shock, their eyes fixed on the majestic city before them that was completely beyond their memory.

In their impression, the previous Xianyang City was definitely not like this!

Viewed from a distance, the city of Xianyang is vast and majestic. Its towering city walls and imposing towers are even more magnificent than those of Chang'an.

Li Shimin wondered in his heart, what kind of changes had taken place here?

Thinking of this, Li Shimin couldn't help but feel a complicated emotion in his heart, it was an indescribable feeling.

Xianyang City had undergone such earth-shaking changes, but I in Chang'an knew nothing about it.

None of the bad guys under his command who claimed to know everything came to report such an important matter to him.

A feeling of guilt suddenly surged in Li Shimin's heart, like a surging tide, instantly drowning him.

He couldn't help but think of how he had misunderstood Cheng Qian before, and the regret in his heart was even more unbearable.

"Your Majesty, do you feel that this carriage is not bumpy?"

Li Ji suddenly broke the silence and said with a puzzled look on his face.

Li Shimin also came back to his senses at this time. He frowned and began to feel it carefully.

Indeed, most of the roads in the Tang Dynasty were bumpy dirt roads. Traveling on weekdays was a torture except for the flat stone brick roads in Chang'an City. The bumps were so severe that they could shake a person's bones apart.

When we just left Chang'an City, the carriage was still as bumpy as usual, but now that we were about to reach Xianyang, the carriage was surprisingly stable. This was really strange.

Thinking of this, Li Shimin could no longer suppress his curiosity and reached out to slowly pull open the curtain.

"Li Ji, look, what kind of road is this? I've never seen it before!"

There was undisguised surprise in Li Shimin's voice.

When Li Ji heard Li Shimin's call, he also hurriedly stuck his head out of the carriage.

I saw that the road was extremely flat, without any potholes or common gravel. It was like a silk ribbon, stretching into the distance.

Although Li Ji was knowledgeable, he was still shocked by the road in front of him. He widened his eyes and looked left and right like a curious child, trying to find out the secret of this road.

When Li Ji looked back, he found that Cheng Yaojin's big head was also sticking out of the carriage with a curious look on his face, his eyes were as big as copper bells, his mouth was slightly open, and his face was full of surprise.

When Li Ji saw Cheng Yaojin's appearance, he immediately remembered what happened yesterday and his anger suddenly rose.

He snorted coldly and sat back in the carriage with an unhappy look on his face.

Li Shimin looked at Li Ji who suddenly sat back down and asked with a puzzled look on his face, "What happened?"

"It's alright, Your Majesty. I saw the Devil King."

Li Ji said unhappily.

"Oh."

Li Shimin responded, probably because of what happened yesterday, which was none of his business.

He opened the curtain a little and looked quietly at the strange scene outside.

The funeral procession set out at Chou time and walked for about four hours on the road, which was either flat or bumpy, before finally arriving at Xianyang City.

Xianyang City was heavily defended. On the city walls, soldiers stood like iron towers, looking around vigilantly.

When the funeral procession arrived at the Xianyang city gate, the soldiers from the three battalions on duty had already received the news in advance. They quickly and orderly opened the city gates and let them in.

You know, Xianyang City is still in a special period now, and it is in a state where people can only enter but not exit.

Unlike Chang'an City, the funeral procession entering Xianyang City did not cause a huge sensation like in Chang'an.

Most of the people here just glanced at the funeral procession indifferently and left quickly in a hurry, as if they didn't care about the life or death of Li Shimin, the emperor who once dominated the world.

According to the previous rules of the Tang Dynasty, the emperor's coffin had to be kept in the palace for a month before the funeral ceremony could be held.

However, Li Chengqian, relying on his keen intuition, anticipated that the Tang Dynasty would enter a busy and critical stage, so he resolutely simplified all procedures.

In his opinion, the most important thing is to let his father go to Zhaoling to accompany his mother as soon as possible.

If another emperor had done this, he would have been criticized and scolded by the civil servants with their pens.

But Li Chengqian is different. In the current Tang Dynasty court, more than half of the officials are students he trained in Xianyang. These students are loyal to him and follow his lead.

The other half are the old ministers who are dedicated to doing practical things. Although they are upright, they also understand Li Chengqian's great talents and strategies, so they will not easily go against him.

Xianyang City's main street was the only way for the funeral procession. At that moment, Wen Ruchu, dressed in plain clothes, stood solemnly in the middle of the street with officials of all ranks in Xianyang City.

They had been waiting here quietly for two hours. Everyone had a tired look on their face, but they still maintained a solemn attitude.

"My lord, my lord, here we come!"

An official with sharp eyes saw the funeral procession slowly approaching in the distance and quickly spoke out to remind them.

Wen Ruchu heard the sound and saw the funeral procession from afar. He took a deep breath, adjusted himself slightly, and then began to cry loudly.

The crying was so sad, as if it wanted to vent all the sorrow in her heart.

Upon seeing this, the officials of all ranks in Xianyang behind Wen Ruchu also burst into tears. The cries echoed in the streets, making people cry.

The cries of the people in charge of crying in the funeral procession echoed those of officials of all ranks in Xianyang City. For a moment, the whole street was shrouded in a sad atmosphere.

When the funeral procession reached the designated location, Wen Ruchu fell to his knees with a thud. He placed his hands on the ground, pressed his forehead tightly against the ground, and cried out at the top of his lungs, "The late emperor! The late emperor!"

Those cries were filled with remembrance and reluctance to part with the late emperor.

Even the Xianyang officials who worked with him couldn't help but give a thumbs up in their hearts and praise the top leader of Xianyang!

This is the calmness of the old actor!

The Chief Secretary of Xianyang bowed to the people who came to welcome the funeral procession, and then arranged for them to settle down in the Songhua Courtyard of Xianyang City in an orderly manner.

Songhuating can be said to be the center of Xianyang City. It is very lively here, just like a modern large shopping mall.

Songhua Court has two floors, with many shops and various small shops lined up side by side.

This place is simply a paradise for eating, drinking and having fun. There is nothing that Songhuating cannot do, except what people cannot think of.

The common people in Xianyang City called it "Heaven on Earth", which shows their love for Songhua Courtyard.

Songhua Courtyard is not an ordinary place. It was built by Qianyu Chamber of Commerce at a huge expense.

The tiles inside are all exquisite glazed tiles. Under the sunlight, they sparkle with colorful light, like a dream.

The wood used is precious agarwood, and its unique fragrance permeates the air, giving people a luxurious and mysterious feeling.

These materials, if placed anywhere else, would be rare items that only the rich and powerful could possess.

But in Xianyang, the Songhua Courtyard opened its doors to every citizen, allowing them to walk in at will.

His Majesty Li Chengqian once said this in a very resounding manner when he was in Xianyang.

Songhua Courtyard belongs to all the people of Xianyang.

He is just responsible for managing it for the common people!

Wen Ruchu had wiped away his tears by this time, and he began to busily arrange various tasks.

His main job now is to ensure that the members of the funeral procession can get enough rest during this short stop so that they can set off on time at Chou time tomorrow.

The biggest characteristic of Wen Ruchu is that he is very good at dealing with people. No matter how complicated the situation is, he can arrange everything in a comprehensive and foolproof manner.

This was also the important reason why Li Chengqian kept him in Xianyang.

……

"Hmm? This figure in front of me looks familiar!"

Wen Ruchu was carefully arranging accommodation for the funeral procession members one by one according to the booklet in his hand.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him. Wen Ruchu subconsciously looked up, and this sight almost scared him so much that he waltzed on the spot.

"Ah! Too..."

Wen Ruchu was about to exclaim in surprise when he suddenly realized that the identity of the person in front of him had changed. He just called him by that name casually, so he quickly lowered his voice.

"No, Your Majesty! Why are you here?!"

His voice trembled slightly, and his eyes looked around nervously, like a thief, looking left and right, afraid that others would discover the situation here.

"I'm here to see my father off."

Li Chengqian said calmly.

His words were simple but full of affection.

As soon as Li Chengqian said this, Wen Ruchu understood what he meant and knew that he was not here as the emperor today, so he did not ask any more questions.

"What are your instructions, sir?"

Wen Ruchu said quietly, bowing his hands, his attitude respectful and cautious.

"Have my room prepared and some food sent over, something nutritious."

Li Chengqian frowned slightly, a trace of fatigue appearing on his face.

"I need to rest early today. I'm so tired. Send someone to knock on the door and wake me up at midnight!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Wen Ruchu quickly responded.

After Li Chengqian went to rest, he was in an unknown corner of Songhua Courtyard.

Cheng Yaojin, Li Shimin, Yuchi Jingde and Li Ji got together again.

Cheng Yaojin touched the wood beside him with a look of shock on his face. His rough hands rubbed the wood, his eyes widened, and he muttered, "Your Majesty, is this agarwood?"

Li Shimin glanced at Cheng Yaojin with disdain on his face. "You're a loser! Look at these windows! They're all made of glazed glass! They're more valuable than gold!"

Li Shimin's eyes were fixed on the exquisite glazed window, with greed flashing in his eyes, as if he had seen a rare treasure.

"The glass here alone is enough for me to fight several big battles!"

Yuchi Jingde pointed to the bustling shops downstairs. He swallowed hard and said eagerly, "Your Majesty, are you hungry? There seems to be food for sale downstairs. When I passed by just now, I was almost dizzy from the aroma!"

Yuchi Jingde's words were like a fire, instantly igniting the desires in everyone's hearts and gaining everyone's unanimous approval.