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

Chang'an, this ancient and prosperous capital, is still bustling in the cold wind at the end of the year.

The streets and alleys are hung with big red lanterns, and the hawkers' cries are heard one after another, mixed with the aroma of roasted chestnuts and candied haws, filling the air.

In the last few days of the tenth year of Qianwu, people were preparing for the upcoming New Year. However, there would be no New Year's Day celebration this year, which made the entire Chang'an less grand and noisy.

Zhang Xianhuai, the commander-in-chief of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, was carrying bags of New Year's goods and parting ways with his good friend Qin Ruzhao in this busy crowd.

He stood tall and straight, dressed in black, standing out from the crowd. His experience today was truly unbelievable to him.

"Today is really strange!"

Zhang Xianhuai muttered to himself as he walked.

Just now, they met the national master Yuan Tiangang.

Yuan Tiangang was a well-known figure in Chang'an City. He had a white beard and deep eyes. He usually looked like an immortal, but today he seemed a little crazy.

Including his apprentice Li Chunfeng and Zhang Xuanwei.

These three people are really outrageous.

Yuan Tiangang, his apprentice and Zhang Xuanwei were standing on Zhuque Street, holding two worn bags in their hands. When they saw Zhang Xianhuai and Qin Ruzhao, they rushed over as if they had found a life-saving straw.

"Why is there no New Year's Day celebration this year?"

Yuan Tiangang's voice was a little anxious and was particularly loud in the noisy street.

He held Zhang Xianhuai's arm tightly, his eyes full of confusion.

Zhang Xianhuai and Qin Ruzhao were caught off guard by this sudden questioning. They looked at each other with a confused look on their faces.

Before they could speak, Yuan Tiangang continued, "Hasn't there been a New Year's Day celebration in the past ten years of Qianwu? Without a New Year's Day celebration, what use would we have for this bag?"

Zhang Xianhuai looked at Yuan Tiangang's serious expression and felt helpless.

He tried to break free from Yuan Tiangang's hand, but found that the old man was surprisingly strong.

"National Master, what are you doing..."

Just as Zhang Xianhuai was about to ask, Yuan Tiangang turned to Qin Ruzhao and continued to repeat his question.

Qin Ruzhao was also embarrassed and could only smile and say, "National Master, we can't make the decision on this New Year's Day celebration."

But Yuan Tiangang seemed not to hear them, and still pulled the two of them, constantly asking them to report to the emperor and hold the New Year's Day ceremony.

Zhang Xianhuai secretly groaned in his heart. As the commander-in-chief of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, he was responsible for intelligence and supervision matters on a daily basis. Although his relationship in the court could not be considered bad, it was definitely not good.

Apart from a few former classmates, his only real friends were Qin Ruzhao and Xue Rengui.

Normally, everyone avoids him, but unexpectedly, today he would be pestered by Yuan Tiangang, the national teacher.

It was New Year's Day, so Zhang Xianhuai couldn't be too rude to Yuan Tiangang. After all, he was the imperial teacher and was old.

In desperation, he and Qin Ruzhao accompanied Yuan Tiangang in a quarrel. This quarrel lasted until it was getting dark and the number of people on the street was decreasing.

Finally, Zhang Xianhuai found an excuse to get rid of Yuan Tiangang and hurried home.

When he arrived at the door carrying large and small bags of things, he was already out of breath.

He looked up and saw that the door of his bedroom was half open. Li Xueyan, wearing a white fox fur, was leaning against the door frame.

The high slit of her white fox fur coat revealed her slender thighs, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Hey, isn't this Zhang Lang? Are you willing to go home to see my wife who has been with you through thick and thin?"

Li Xueyan's voice was a little teasing, and her face seemed to be smiling.

As soon as Zhang Xianhuai saw Li Xueyan's appearance, his face turned red. He quickly lowered his head, not daring to look directly into his wife's eyes.

"Yan'er, what are you doing! The child is still at home! Put it down! Put your legs down! Put your robe down too!"

There was a hint of panic in Zhang Xianhuai's voice. He looked around, afraid of being seen by the children.

Li Xueyan glanced at Zhang Xianhuai with resentment and said, "My child, I sent him to the Jiangxia Palace. What excuse do I have to use when I see you today? You keep saying 'children' all the time, but I've never seen you take care of a child! Don't you agree, Zhang Lang?"

After hearing this, Zhang Xianhuai secretly groaned in his heart.

He looked up at Li Xueyan and found that she was not only wearing new clothes today, but also carefully put on makeup, making her look particularly charming and attractive.

His face suddenly turned pale and he felt his feet go weak.

"Um, Yan'er, I just remembered that there's one thing I forgot."

Zhang Xianhuai's voice trembled a little, "I think I took the wrong thing just now. I brought Ruzhao's things here."

"Hahahahahaha." He laughed awkwardly, trying to hide his nervousness.

"Look, my memory is so bad. He's in a hurry to use this thing! I have to send it to him quickly. I must not let Ru Zhao down!"

As Zhang Xianhuai spoke, he stepped back, ready to find an opportunity to slip away.

Li Xueyan walked slowly to Zhang Xianhuai and used her hand to hook his head back from the side.

"Oh? Really? Let me see, what does that brat Qin Ruzhao have that's so important? Is it this piece of salted pork, or this dried radish? Or maybe this roasted sweet potato, Zhang Lang?"

Zhang Xianhuai looked embarrassed, his mind racing, trying to come up with a reasonable excuse.

"Yan'er, this is the dried radish. Ruzhao bought it specially for Jianglai to eat. If I don't bring it back, I'm afraid my brother Ruzhao won't be able to enter the house!"

Hearing Zhang Xianhuai's words, Li Xueyan laughed. She gently hooked her fingers around Zhang Xianhuai's hand and said, "Zhang Lang, look, you're not in the right mind now. You can talk nonsense."

"How can you not enter the house without dried radish? My sister Jiang Lai is not that kind of person."

"Didn't you say last time that Qin Ruzhao had a disease that would kill him if he didn't eat pears?"

"Do you still want to use this excuse this time? After all these years of marriage, Zhang Lang, you're still so silly and cute that you can't even come up with an excuse."

"I think you might be ill. Come, come into the room quickly. I'll give you a good treatment. Without three treatments, you won't be able to leave this room today!"

As Li Xueyan spoke, she pulled Zhang Xianhuai into the house.

Zhang Xianhuai's body became stiff and he allowed Li Xueyan to pull him into the bedroom.

He secretly regretted in his heart why he was so unlucky today. First, he was harassed by Yuan Tiangang, and now he was caught by his wife.

He sighed helplessly and could only accept the upcoming "treatment".

In the bedroom, Li Xueyan pressed Zhang Xianhuai onto the bed, then sat beside him with her arms around his neck.

"Zhang Lang, you know what? I've been waiting for you all day. I thought we could spend some quality time together, but I didn't expect you to come back so late."

Li Xueyan's voice became gentle and her eyes were full of love.

Zhang Xianhuai looked at Li Xueyan, and the tension in his heart gradually disappeared, replaced by a deep sense of guilt.

"Yan'er, I'm sorry. It's my fault for keeping you waiting for so long." He said, gently stroking Li Xueyan's hair.

Li Xueyan leaned in Zhang Xianhuai's arms and said, "Zhang Lang, you are always so busy on weekdays, and we rarely have time to be together. The children are not at home today, so let's have a good chat."

Zhang Xianhuai nodded, and he and Li Xueyan began to recall every detail of their acquaintance, understanding, and love.

From the initial meeting, to the proposal, and then to marriage and having children, every memory is filled with sweetness and warmth.

"Zhang Lang, do you still remember the first time we met?" Li Xueyan asked.

"Of course I remember. The moment I saw you in the back hall of your house, I was captivated by your beauty."

Zhang Xianhuai said with a smile.

"Idiot, didn't I tell you? The first time I saw you was in the marriage procession!"

"Did you not remember me then?"

Li Xueyan's eyes became a little dangerous.

Zhang Xianhuai quickly laughed it off.

"No way, that was the first time you saw me. What a pity, I didn't look back at you then. If I had looked back at you, I'm afraid I would have fallen into your arms."

"Hmph, you just know how to make me happy." Li Xueyan said, gently hitting Zhang Xianhuai's chest.

"Then let's start the treatment. Don't think that by saying so much nonsense, you can just pretend to be sleepy and go to sleep. Don't even think about it!"