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

Li Jing, lying on the sickbed, was in a daze and confused.

The air around me felt heavy and time seemed to slow down.

At this moment, a gentle voice penetrated the fog and reached his ears.

Li Jing suddenly raised his head, and his cloudy eyes instantly brightened up, trying hard to focus on the scene in front of him.

Zhang Chuchen was wearing a moon-white robe, holding a red whisk, and standing in front of him with a graceful figure.

Although time has left traces on the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, her innate spirit and charm remain, just as bright and charming as when she was first seen in Yang Su's mansion. For a moment, memories flooded into her heart like a tide.

"Madam, you are so beautiful, still as stunning as before!"

Li Jing's voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were fixed on Zhang Chuchen, as if he wanted to engrave her appearance deeply in his heart. The love in his eyes brightened up the dim room a little.

When Zhang Chuchen heard Li Jing's words, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a gentle smile. His eyes were full of tenderness, and he said softly, "Well, I can only seduce the soul of an old man like you."

There was a hint of anger and intimacy in the tone, as if time had gone back to the sweet old days, adding a touch of warmth to the slightly cold room.

Li Jing stretched out his hand, his wrinkled hand trembling slightly, and gently took Zhang Chuchen's hand, just staring at her quietly. Thousands of words were contained in this one look, everything around him no longer existed, only the person in front of him.

After a long time, Li Jing spoke softly, his voice low but firm: "Madam, let me change my clothes, I want to go out and take a look."

When Zhang Chuchen heard this, he paused and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

She raised her head slightly and asked softly, "Husband, what clothes do you want to wear?"

There was an expression of obedience in those eyes.

Li Jing closed his eyes, and scenes of fighting on the battlefield emerged in his mind.

Those days of bloody battles seemed like just yesterday. He had worn armor and galloped across the land fearlessly.

After a moment, he slowly said, "Put on armor."

Those two short words carry the passion of his entire life.

"Okay, my husband, I'll go get you some armor right away."

After Zhang Chuchen finished speaking, he turned around and left in a hurry, his steps hurried and his clothes fluttering.

The white figure drew an arc across the room.

Li Jing looked at Zhang Chuchen's departing back, feeling a mixture of emotions in his heart.

Everyone says that Hong Fu Nu's behavior is eccentric, but in Li Jing's heart, she is the best woman in the world.

Her love was passionate and unrestrained, like the bright red color, vigorous, unreserved, and generously illuminated his life.

The armor that had accompanied him throughout his life was now lying quietly beside him.

Li Jing's gaze fell on the armor, and for the first time, a special feeling of heaviness surged in his heart.

He was a general of the Tang Dynasty. He had fought in countless battles and experienced countless storms in his life. Had he ever been afraid of severe cold or scorching heat?

Have you ever been afraid of any difficulties or obstacles?

I must not die on this bed like this. Even if I am already old and frail, I must stand up straight and face death as I did in the past.

There are countless souls killed by Li Jing. What can the mere Yama do to him?

Li Jing, who had not gotten up for a long time, slowly moved his legs and tried to stand up from the bed.

This seemingly simple action is extremely difficult for him now.

As soon as he stood up, he felt his legs go weak and he felt dizzy.

If it weren't for the edge of the bed beside him to support himself, he would probably fall to the ground in an instant and be in a miserable state.

Seeing this, Zhang Chuchen hurried forward to help, but Li Jing gently waved his hand and refused.

Li Jing gritted his teeth, a stubborn look on his face, and said unconvincedly, "Madam, I can do it."

There was unwillingness in his eyes, a final struggle against the years and his own body.

Looking at Li Jing like this, Zhang Chuchen could only nod slightly, step back a few steps, and stand quietly aside.

She wore a bright red robe over her white dress, which looked particularly eye-catching in this slightly dim room, like a burning flame, adding a touch of vitality to the atmosphere.

Li Jing held the edge of the bed tightly with both hands, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. He kept adjusting his breathing, trying to make his legs adapt to the pressure on his body.

His eyes were fixed on the ground, his gaze revealed determination, and every breath he took was filled with an unyielding spirit.

After a while, Li Jing felt that his legs seemed to have some strength, so he slowly let go of the edge of the bed.

He took a deep breath, carefully lifted his foot, and was about to take a step forward, but his body seemed to be out of control and he fell forward uncontrollably.

"Husband!"

Zhang Chuchen exclaimed, tears in his eyes, and rushed forward, using all his strength to help Li Jing up.

Her voice was choked with sobs and full of pain: "Husband, why are you doing this?"

The tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto Li Jing's hands, like hot water droplets, burning his heart.

Li Jing leaned in Zhang Chuchen's arms, breathing heavily, a wry smile on his face, and said helplessly: "Madam, I'm old."

Li Jing, who once dominated the battlefield and was invincible in hundreds of battles, now personally admitted that he was getting old. This simple sentence makes people sigh.

Hearing this, Zhang Chuchen could no longer hold back her tears. She threw herself into Li Jing's arms, just like when they first met many years ago. With a hint of playfulness, she whispered, "Young General, you are so majestic!"

There was a sense of nostalgia in the tone, as if he wanted to bring back the past through these words and retain the dying general.

Li Jing's body shook slightly, and his thoughts were instantly pulled back to the scene when he first met Hong Fu Nu.

At that time, she was young, bright and charming. She was also like this. She pretended to be weak and fell into his arms, with charming eyes and a sweet smile, saying: "Young General, you are so majestic!"

Memories flooded into Li Jing's mind like a tide, and his eyes couldn't help but become moist.

Thinking of the past, Li Jing reached out his hand, gently embraced Zhang Chuchen in his arms, and murmured, "It's great to have you."

The voice was gentle, and he found the warmest harbor in this troubled world.

"Help your husband get on the wheelchair. He won't be stubborn anymore."

Li Jing said this with a trembling voice.

Zhang Chuchen's eyes were red and he nodded slightly.

At this moment, Li Shimin, who had been standing outside the door for a long time, walked in quietly.

His face was filled with respect. His eyes fell on Li Jing and he said slowly, "Li Jing, there's no need to sit in a wheelchair. My two sons and I will support you as we go out and see what this heavy snow can do to us, the ruler and his subjects."

"Qingque, Zhinu, come, join me."

"Help General Li Jing stand up and watch the snow!"