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

In just a moment, time slips away from your fingertips like fine sand.

The scorching heat of summer has gradually faded, and in the blink of an eye, it will wave goodbye to people.

Tomorrow, the Beginning of Autumn solar term will arrive, which means that the summer heat will slowly dissipate and the cool autumn breeze will gradually blow across the earth.

Li Chengqian sat quietly on the armchair in the Liangyi Hall. His posture seemed relaxed, but in fact, he revealed an indescribable solemnity.

He tilted his head slightly, staring at the magnificent caisson on the ceiling with a somewhat empty gaze, his thoughts drifting into the distance.

Perhaps he was thinking about the impact the upcoming change of seasons would have on the Tang Dynasty, or perhaps he was worrying about the many state affairs.

Zhang Xianhuai stood straight in front of the imperial desk.

His face was solemn, his hands hung neatly at his sides, his eyes were always humbly lowered, and he did not dare to overstep his bounds in the slightest.

Waiting for Li Chengqian's inquiry.

"Xian Huai, the autumn wind is about to rise, destroy Buddhism."

Li Chengqian's voice was calm.

His tone was as calm as if he was discussing an ordinary trivial matter, but behind it lay a profound consideration of the country's religious landscape and the people's livelihood and society.

"Yes, Your Majesty! Everything has been arranged!"

Zhang Xianhuai responded without hesitation, his voice crisp and clear.

We will just wait for Your Majesty's order and then take action with great vigor and determination.

Li Chengqian nodded slightly, and that slight movement was a silent approval of Zhang Xianhuai's efficient work.

"Ruzhao will be back soon, right?" His eyes inadvertently revealed concern.

Zhang Xianhuai nodded firmly again.

"Your Majesty, General Qin will be back in half a month."

His answer was firm.

"Okay, wait until he comes back and you finish dealing with the matter of destroying Buddhism."

"I will personally officiate your wedding."

A faint smile finally appeared on Li Chengqian's face, and that smile was like the warm sunshine in spring.

There is both sympathy for the subjects and anticipation for the upcoming wedding.

Amidst the complicated state of affairs, the joy of his two children became a rare comfort in his heart.

Hearing Li Chengqian's words, Zhang Xianhuai's eyes instantly lit up with an unconcealable light of joy.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

His voice trembled slightly with excitement, and the gratitude almost overflowed from his eyes.

For him, this wedding presided over by the emperor himself was undoubtedly the supreme honor and the most precious moment in his life.

Looking at Zhang Xianhuai's excited expression, Li Chengqian couldn't help but laugh.

"Can't wait any longer? Do you want to hold the wedding in Xianyang or Chang'an?"

His words were full of friendly teasing, like a father joking with his son, full of human touch.

It instantly made the originally aloof image of the emperor more approachable.

Zhang Xianhuai lowered his head slightly, pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said sincerely, "Your Majesty, we will do it wherever you say."

His answer was concise and powerful, without any hesitation or delay.

"You!"

Li Chengqian smiled and stretched out his finger, pretending to be angry and pointing at Zhang Xianhuai and scolding him.

"You're really becoming more and more unctuous."

Although it was a word of reproach, the tone was full of doting.

"Let's go to Xianyang and do it. I can also go see the retired emperor, the empress, and the crown prince."

His eyes revealed longing. Although he was an emperor and was busy with state affairs, his deep concern for his family never diminished.

Behind the majesty of this emperor, he is also a mortal with flesh and blood who longs for the warmth of family.

"Yes! Your Majesty! It's more lively in Xianyang! Everyone is in Xianyang!"

Zhang Xianhuai said excitedly, his face filled with a happy smile.

Li Chengqian nodded slightly, then asked with concern, "Is Princess Changle feeling better?"

There was some trepidation in his tone.

Princess Changle's health has always been a heavy burden on his heart.

"Your Majesty, Princess Changle's health has improved a lot and she is fine now. I have already sent someone to send Princess Changle and Prince Changsun to Xianyang."

Zhang Xianhuai quickly answered in detail

"Divine Doctor Sun said that Princess Changle's illness is not caused by wind disease, but by qi disease."

"Fortunately, His Majesty had Princess Changle undergo annual checkups long ago, otherwise it would be hard to say if it hadn't been delayed until now!"

His words were full of admiration for Your Majesty's foresight.

After hearing Zhang Xianhuai's words, Li Chengqian was silent for a moment.

Whether it is qi disease or wind disease, it is difficult to find a cure in this era of relatively backward medical level.

Once upon a time, Empress Changsun was ruthlessly killed by anger. Even with a genius doctor like Sun Simiao who had superb medical skills, he could only prolong her life to a limited extent, but could not solve the problem fundamentally.

Today, his brothers and sisters are able to receive examination and treatment early, which makes them undoubtedly lucky compared to their predecessors. Living to the age of Li Shimin may not be an unattainable luxury.

After all, this is just a brief respite, not a real solution to the problem.

The only thing that has made him worried these days is that according to the course of history, this year is Wei Zheng's last year and also Princess Changle's last year.

Perhaps it was because since childhood, Li Chengqian had a special respect for Wei Zheng, an old man who spoke frankly and dared to give advice, and he always kept a special corner in his heart for Wei Zheng's health.

Fortunately, up to this moment this year, Wei Zheng has not shown any obvious symptoms of discomfort.

If he could survive another two years, with the existing medical conditions and careful care, the situation might improve.

But two years later, who can accurately predict the direction of fate?

After all, medical progress in the Tang Dynasty has always been as slow as a snail.

At its root, although theoretical knowledge has accumulated to a certain extent, and many medical classics and research results of wise men have laid the foundation for the development of medicine, there are very few opportunities for practice.

The Tang Dynasty did not have the rich medical resources, advanced experimental equipment and numerous cases for in-depth research and exploration like later generations.

There are not enough death row prisoners to be used for medical experiments and bold attempts, which has undoubtedly become a huge bottleneck restricting medical progress.

Thinking of this, Li Chengqian slowly turned his gaze to Zhang Xianhuai.

"Xian Huai, wait for Zhen Tao to come over and have them bring more Japanese people from the Japanese island, both men and women, young and old, and send them to Xianyang Medical College so that those medical students can practice their skills."

There was determination in his eyes. In this era, in order to promote the progress of medicine, he had to take some measures that might seem cruel and inhumane to ordinary people.

This is for the long-term development of the Tang Dynasty and for the well-being of countless people. He is willing to do it even if it means bearing the infamy.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I obey your command."