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

The heavy snow fell like cotton wool, and the pavilion in the middle of the lake of the sanatorium stood quietly in this white world.

Inside the pavilion, Li Shimin suppressed the grief surging within him like a tidal wave, forcing a smile onto his weather-beaten face. It was a shaky, bitter smile. His lips trembled slightly as he uttered a few words with difficulty: "General, you are mighty!"

At the same time, the hand that once pointed the finger at the country's affairs in the court slowly raised its thumb, condensing Li Jing's eventful life into this simple action.

The wars and battles of the past echoed in their words like a kaleidoscope.

Li Tai and Li Zhi appeared hurriedly outside the pavilion, each of them carrying two stoves. Their steps were hurried but cautious, for fear of disturbing the atmosphere inside the pavilion.

The charcoal fire in the stove burned fiercely, trying its best to release the last bit of warmth.

Hongfu Nu also followed closely behind the two brothers. Her figure looked so weak and tough in the wind and snow.

She also held two stoves in her hands, her eyes full of nostalgia, and slowly walked into the pavilion.

Although these many stoves emitted rolling heat waves, they were instantly swallowed up by the icy air. The pavilion was still freezing cold, and people could not feel any warmth at all.

Li Jing's gaze slowly moved away from Li Shimin and looked at the silver-white world with reluctance in his eyes.

He turned his head slightly and looked at Li Shimin with an apologetic expression. His lips trembled slightly and he said in a weak voice, "Your Majesty, I will accompany you here."

"The cold outside is getting more intense. Your Majesty is a noble dragon. Please go back and rest first."

"I, this old minister, would like to take a good look at the magnificent snowy scenery of the Tang Dynasty in these last moments. I'm afraid I won't have such an opportunity again."

His voice gradually became lower, but it was clearly heard by everyone, piercing straight into everyone's heart, making people feel sad.

When Li Shimin heard Li Jing's words, his body shook violently and his steps paused slightly.

A struggle flashed in his eyes, and after a long moment, he slowly said, "Okay, Pharmacist, I'll be leaving first."

"You must take good care of yourself, please take care of yourself!"

Every word and sentence carries the weight of deep affection.

Li Jing nodded heavily, tears glistening in his cloudy eyes. It was his reluctance to leave Li Shimin and his attachment to this world.

He stared at Li Shimin and said with a choked voice: "Your Majesty, you must take care of yourself too!"

Li Shimin nodded again, then he turned around resolutely and walked away slowly step by step.

Seeing this, Li Tai and Li Zhi hurriedly followed behind, carefully supporting Li Shimin.

After taking two steps, Li Shimin suddenly stopped. His body trembled slightly. He slowly turned his head and looked at Li Jing in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, wanting to deeply engrave the figure of this old minister in his heart.

"Pharmacist, please walk slower."

His hoarse voice echoed in the empty snowy land, "No hurry, wait for me, I can also kill Yan Luo."

After saying that, Li Shimin turned his head away, tears welled up in his eyes, slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the cold snow.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looked up to the sky and laughed out loud. The laughter was full of desolation, and it seemed so abrupt and heartbreaking in this snowy world.

Then, he walked away slowly with heavy steps, his back looking so lonely in the vast snow.

"Second Young Master, please walk slower."

Li Jing looked at the direction where Li Shimin left and muttered to himself in a voice so weak that it was almost inaudible.

At this moment, he used up all his strength, leaning slightly against the pavilion pillar, his eyes filled with sorrow, like a candle that was about to go out, swaying its last glimmer of light in the cold wind.

Now, only Li Jing and Hong Fu Nu are left in the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

Zhang Chuchen walked gently to Li Jing's side, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked Li Jing's face, with love in his eyes almost overflowing.

"Husband, does it look good?"

She asked softly, her voice as gentle as the falling snowflakes, slowly drifting down in the silent pavilion.

Li Jing nodded slightly, with a faint smile in his eyes. Although that smile was full of fatigue, it still made people feel his deep affection for the woman in front of him.

"It's beautiful. It's really beautiful."

He stared at Zhang Chuchen and said, "What a pity, Madam, all these beautiful views are nothing compared to you."

"I am tired and want to rest. Please take care of yourself."

His voice gradually became lower and his eyes gradually closed.

Zhang Chuchen sat quietly beside Li Jing, and she slowly took out the small jar she carried with her.

Without any hesitation, she drank the liquid in the can, then leaned gently on Li Jing's arm, looking at the snowy sky with a smile on her face, as if recalling the years they had spent together.

In those days, there was sweet love, glorious military exploits, and the changing situation in the court. Now, they have all turned into snowflakes flying before her eyes, drifting down one by one, gradually blurring her vision.

"My dear husband, I will accompany you."

She spoke softly, her voice gradually disappearing in the howling wind and snow, just like her life, gradually disappearing in this cold world.

When Li Shimin, who was not far away, saw this scene in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, he stood there in a daze.

After a moment, he could no longer suppress the grief that was like a surging tide in his heart. His legs went weak and he fell to his knees in the snow with a plop.

He looked towards the pavilion in the middle of the lake, his eyes filled with despair. He clenched his hands into fists and pounded the snow on the ground frantically, as if he wanted to vent all his endless sorrow on the cold snow.

"My pharmacist!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, and the sound echoed in the empty sky and earth, but he could no longer call back his pharmacist.

"My pharmacist!"

He shouted over and over again, tears blurred his eyes, but could not dilute the sadness in his heart.

Every cry cut through the cold air and also cut through his broken heart.

Li Tai and Li Zhi were horrified upon seeing this and hurried over, each holding Li Shimin tightly on either side.

"Aye! Aye! Don't do that, Aye!"

They cried out, their voices filled with worry, "Aye, General Li Jing doesn't want to see you like this!"

Li Shimin looked at his two sons in front of him with a confused look in his eyes.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the hardships he had experienced in conquering the world seemed so insignificant compared to the pain of separation from life and death today.

The wars and battles of the past, and the life-and-death fights on the battlefield, have now become the most precious memories in his heart. Compared with the unforgettable pain in front of him, those days seemed like a blessing.

It was a blessing in Li Shimin's life to be able to conquer the world with these loyal ministers and generals!

But now, this is the real suffering, the suffering that goes deep into the bone marrow and cannot be expressed in words.

From then on, he would never see his pharmacist again, would never hear that familiar voice again, and would never see that resolute face again.

In this vast world, old friends left him one after another.

It’s bitter, so bitter!

But the truth is:

The white snow fluttered and covered the cold pavilion, and the king and his ministers held hands, feeling uneasy.

A lifetime of achievements that shine brightly, but now I am in decline and lament my old age due to my frail body and serious illness.

The Lord is kind and virtuous, and his ministers are loyal, brave, and sincere.

Hong Fu drinks poison out of deep love, and goes to the underworld together with Jiang Xing.

Who says this Hongfu girl is not good? I, Li Jing, love her so much!