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

Wei Zheng, a wise minister who was once famous in the court for his outspokenness and courage to criticize, has passed away suddenly.

His departure left an unfillable hole in the sky of the Tang Dynasty.

But the wheel of history rolls forward, and will never stop its established trajectory because of the death of a certain person. The Tang Dynasty still strides forward firmly on the road of time, heading towards the unknown distance.

It seemed like just a blink of an eye, and the time of the sixth year of Qianwu had slipped away quietly through fingers like quicksand. The bell of the end of the year was about to ring, and the air was filled with the unique atmosphere of the end of the year.

When Wei Zheng was still in the sanatorium, his passionate debates could often be heard there. He expressed his opinions with Li Shimin on matters of family and country, and even argued with them until they were red in the face.

The others will also come out to watch the fun.

But now that he is gone, the sanatorium seems to have lost some of its vitality. The once familiar quarrels can no longer be heard, leaving only a quiet and empty space, which seems to silently tell the story of the impermanence of time.

This year, Li Chengqian made a decision - to cancel the New Year's Day ceremony this year.

During this festival that should have been a time to promote national prestige and welcome tributes from all nations, he chose to avoid the hustle and bustle and took Su Zhi and Jing Yi to live in Youting early.

He hopes to find inner peace in this quiet place. At the same time, he also thoughtfully brings Su Zhi's family over, so that in this cold winter at the end of the year, the warmth of family affection can dispel the haze in their hearts and comfort each other's souls.

Li Shimin, the emperor who once dominated the Tang Dynasty, is now in his twilight years, but his concern for Wei Zheng has never diminished.

Almost every day, when he was taking a walk, he would involuntarily pass by Wei Zheng's house. Every time he stopped and looked at it, his eyes were filled with complex emotions.

He was also concerned about Pei Lingxuan's living conditions, and missed the past days when he worked with Wei Zheng, the days when they worked hard together for the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty.

Fang Xuanling's wife, Lu Miaoyu, often went to visit Pei Lingxuan.

With her company, Pei Lingxuan's grief over the departure of her beloved was finally stabilized temporarily and was no longer as heartbreaking as it was at the beginning.

Since Wei Zheng's death, Fang Xuanling's mental state has become increasingly dull and gloomy, just like the setting sun.

On most days, when the warm sunshine shone in the courtyard, Mrs. Lu would carefully push him out in his wheelchair to bask in the sun.

The sunlight shines gently on them, outlining a slightly desolate picture.

Similar to Fang Xuanling, Li Jing's physical condition was not optimistic.

This general who once galloped across the battlefield has now lost his former glory due to the passage of time.

After this year, Li Jing will be 77 years old. For a general who has experienced countless battles, it is extremely rare to enjoy such a long life in this chaotic world.

Even for ordinary people, living to such an age is enough to become a good story passed down among neighbors and inspire admiration.

The same is true for Fang Xuanling. He will be celebrating his 69th birthday after the New Year. The years have carved deep wrinkles on his face and left signs of aging on his body.

From the moment Wei Zheng passed away, Li Chengqian took the affairs of these founding fathers of the Tang Dynasty to heart.

These veteran officials were the cornerstones of the Tang Dynasty's establishment and prosperity. Their experience and wisdom were its invaluable assets.

Because of this, he deliberately came to Xianyang half a month earlier this year, just to spend more time with these former heroes, see their living conditions, and give them some care from the emperor.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons cycle, birth, old age, sickness and death, are the inevitable fate of all things in the world.

From the moment he ascended the throne, Li Chengqian knew clearly that one day, these founding fathers who had made great contributions to the establishment of the Tang Dynasty would wither and die one after another like autumn leaves.

Although he was an emperor and possessed supreme power and status, he was powerless to fight against the ruthless years and could not stop the disappearance of life, just as he could not stop the sun hanging high in the sky from moving.

As old people gradually leave, new people will inevitably emerge. This is the inevitable law of historical development.

Li Chengqian, however, has always been a man who cherishes old times.

In his heart, these founding fathers are not only his subjects, but also elders who have walked through the ups and downs with him.

If one day, Datang can no longer see these familiar faces or hear their voices, then Datang will seem to have lost some of its unique charm and will no longer be the passionate and hot-blooded Datang that he imagined.

On this day, the wind was cold and blew the snow on the ground.

Zhang Xianhuai and Qin Ruzhao carried the gifts carefully prepared by His Majesty and followed Li Chengqian respectfully to the nursing home to visit those heroes who dedicated their lives to the Tang Dynasty.

Along the way, Li Chengqian was in a very heavy mood. He was looking forward to meeting the old ministers, but he was also worried about seeing their old and weak appearance.

When they arrived at the residences of Cheng Yaojin, Yuchi Jingde, Li Ji and others, they saw that the old generals were in good spirits, still able to eat and drink happily, and even enjoyed the pleasure of foot washing with great interest. Li Chengqian couldn't help feeling a little relieved.

Li Shimin's physical condition was still relatively good. Although Wei Zheng's departure made him depressed for a while, fortunately he still had his grandchildren around him, which added some joy to his life and made him feel the comfort of family love in this cold winter.

What Li Chengqian was most worried about were Fang Xuanling and Li Jing.

Especially Li Jing, in the short one year since he returned from the battle in the Western Regions, it seemed as if time had severely drained away his energy and spirit, and his aging speed was alarming.

His once upright figure has now become hunched, his once sharp eyes have become dull, and he looks extremely haggard.

The same is true for Fang Xuanling. His former wisdom has now been worn away by the years, leaving only a weak body and a tired heart.

What worried Li Chengqian the most was that it was the middle of winter, the weather was extremely cold, and there were heavy snowflakes falling in the morning.

For these elderly and frail people, winter is undoubtedly the most difficult season of the year.

Although their residence was supplied with the highest quality beast gold charcoal at all times and the fire in the stove was burning brightly, trying its best to drive away the cold, Li Chengqian still couldn't help but worry about whether they could safely survive this long winter.

The frost and snow of time are extremely cruel to these old people. Every cold night and every biting snowstorm may become a difficult hurdle in their lives.

Li Jing's house was quite spacious, and the courtyard was covered with snow, a silvery white.

When Li Chengqian and his party arrived, a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of Hong Funu, who was about to enter her old age. She did not say anything, but just bowed quietly. Her action revealed a bit of restraint that came with the passage of time.

Li Chengqian nodded slightly, then took Zhang Xianhuai and Qin Ruzhao and slowly walked into Li Jing's bedroom.

The bedroom was warm as spring, the fire was burning brightly, making crackling sounds.

Li Jing was lying on the bed, his back leaning against a soft cushion, a pair of reading glasses on his nose, and a book in his hands, reading attentively.

Hearing the sound of someone coming in, Li Jing raised his head. When he saw that it was Li Chengqian, his first reaction was to struggle to get out of bed and salute. Although his movements were slow, they still showed the efficiency of a soldier.

Li Chengqian saw this and quickly stepped forward, extending his hand to stop him, saying, "Pharmacist, no need to be so polite. I miss you and came to see you specially!"

When Li Jing heard Li Chengqian's caring words, a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He smiled and said with some self-mockery, "Your Majesty, I am sorry for your concern. I am old and useless now. I am bedridden and cannot share your worries. I am truly ashamed, ashamed!"

Li Chengqian gently waved his hand and said, "Pharmacist, what are you talking about? You are the military god of our Tang Dynasty, and you have made great military achievements for the Tang Dynasty. This time I came, but I brought you something good!"