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

The observatory stands quietly in the night, its outline appears particularly clear under the moonlight. The towering base and quaint railings seem to be waiting for something.

In the dark corner of the observatory, Zhang Xuanwei stood there quietly, witnessing everything that was happening before his eyes.

His figure was shrouded in darkness, with only his eyes flashing with complex light in the gloom.

Zhang Xuanwei felt very uncomfortable when he saw Li Chunfeng holding Yuan Tiangang's body in grief.

His thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the moment before his master's death. That scene seemed to have happened yesterday. His master's kind yet weak face, as well as his own helplessness and grief at that time, flooded into his heart like a tide.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xuanwei reached out and took off the wine gourd from his waist, and gulped down two big mouthfuls. This was no ordinary wine, but a high-proof Xiaobaigan. The spicy liquid flowed down his throat, instantly igniting his internal organs.

Zhang Xuanwei took two sips of the white liquor and his face flushed instantly.

The blush spread from her cheeks to her ears.

He was dressed in white, his clothes rustling in the cold wind. His figure was still very handsome, but at this moment he could not hide the sadness in his heart.

He just felt sad from the bottom of his heart, and this sadness could not be suppressed, and finally turned into a burst of involuntary laughter.

The laughter echoed in the observatory, with a touch of sadness and a touch of freedom.

The wine brought out his poetic spirit, and he suddenly drew the sword from his waist, the blade flashing coldly in the moonlight.

His eyes became blurred yet determined, and he began to have a conversation with the vast starry sky.

He began to dance on the observatory, his steps light and agile, the sword in his hand flew up and down with his movements, and sword flowers bloomed under the starry night.

He danced with the sword while reciting poetry, his voice sometimes passionate, sometimes deep: "On New Year's Day, the palace was filled with laughter and chatter; after the banquet, we went to the edge of the palace under the stars."

As the poem came out, he shook the sword in his hand, cutting off the joy of New Year's Day and the sadness of the moment.

"The stars are hidden, and I know I am about to die. I cherish the wonderful skills, but I cannot catch up with them."

There was emotion in his eyes.

"In the past we studied the mysteries of the sky together, but now I gaze upon it alone, tears welling up in my eyes."

His voice was a little choked, and it seemed like he was talking about Yuan Tiangang, but also about his master.

"From now on, the road between Yin and Yang is long, leaving only the memories to search for in dreams!"

When he uttered the last line of the poem, his voice became resolute, and the sword in his hand suddenly became sharper. He drew his sword towards the sky, placing all the pain of separation in his life on this sword.

On the observatory, a dead man, Yuan Tiangang, was lying quietly in a wheelchair, as if he was sleeping.

Li Chunfeng cried bitterly, his cry was heart-wrenching, his body was shaking, and tears kept falling, wetting the ground under his feet.

As he dances with a sword, Zhang Xuanwei's figure appears and disappears among the sword flowers and moonlight. His poems and sword become a unique touch of color in this sad atmosphere.

Li Chunfeng felt much better when he saw Zhang Xuanwei dancing with a sword and reciting poetry.

In this world, the only person who can understand his mood at this moment is Zhang Xuanwei.

Otherwise, he would really feel extremely lonely.

The pain of losing his master was about to consume him, but the appearance of Zhang Xuanwei gave him some comfort.

Zhang Xuanwei finished his poem, quickly retracted the sword in his hand, and placed it behind his back.

His chest was heaving violently and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but his eyes gradually became clear.

He looked at Li Chunfeng and said, "Li Chunfeng, why are you crying so sadly? Your master is watching you!"

His voice was a little hoarse, "My master is watching me too!"

He raised his head slightly and looked at the starry sky.

"We who study the Dao have our own cause and effect, so there's no need to do this."

He tried to use Taoist philosophy to comfort Li Chunfeng and also to comfort himself.

"Don't be sad. Your master wouldn't be happy if he saw you. Look, your master still loves you very much."

His eyes softened as he looked at Li Chunfeng, "You are already this old, and you still have a master who loves you. What are you dissatisfied with?"

After hearing what Zhang Xuanwei said, Li Chunfeng slowly stood up. His eyes were red and swollen, and there were still traces of tears on his face.

He nodded, as if responding to Zhang Xuanwei, and as if cheering himself up.

He pushed Yuan Tiangang's body and walked towards Zhang Xuanwei.

Zhang Xuanwei saw Li Chunfeng cheering up and nodded.

"Chunfeng, let's keep the body here in the Taishi Bureau."

Li Chunfeng shook his head and said in a hoarse voice, "There's no need to keep the body. He said before that if he died, we would just cremate him. It would be a clean slate and put an end to it all."

The scene when Yuan Tiangang said this emerged in his mind, with a carefree look in Yuan Tiangang's eyes.

"It would prevent the body from being filled with feces and urine, which would affect his sage-like appearance."

Hearing Li Chunfeng's words, Zhang Xuan nodded slightly.

"Alright."

He said, "Don't be sad. I'm here in the Taishi Bureau. You're not the only one here. Separation is human nature."

He patted Li Chunfeng on the shoulder.

"I, Zhang Xuanwei, will walk the road ahead with you. Please bear with me in the future!"

After saying that, Zhang Xuanwei bowed to Li Chunfeng, as if making a promise.

Looking at Zhang Xuanwei who suddenly became formal, Li Chunfeng knew that he was afraid of making him sad.

So Li Chunfeng also bowed respectfully to Zhang Xuanwei.

From that day on, Li Chunfeng never laughed again. When Yuan Tiangang died, Li Chunfeng truly became an adult.

Just like Zhang Xuanwei, people who are protected by others will always be children no matter how old they are. But when they have to protect themselves, no matter who they are, they will grow up in an instant.

On the night of New Year's Day in the eleventh year of Qianwu, Yuan Tiangang, the imperial preceptor of the Tang Dynasty, passed away.

This news did not cause much waves in the court. In the eyes of those court officials, Yuan Tiangang might just be a somewhat weird charlatan.

However, the news spread quickly among the people.

Yuan Tiangang has a very high prestige among the people. His physiognomy and predictions are praised by the people.

His departure made countless people feel sad.

However, after Li Chengqian learned that Yuan Tiangang had passed away and had been cremated, he still gave him posthumous honors.

Even though Yuan Tiangang was considered a charlatan by some officials, Li Chengqian still recognized his talents.

What's more, he also remembered what Yuan Tiangang said to him before his death.

Li Chengqian ordered that Yuan Tiangang be buried with the rites of the Three Dukes, and his ashes be buried with him in Qianling Mausoleum.

This decree is really surprising.

As a minister of the Zhenguan period, Yuan Tiangang was the first to be buried in Qianling Mausoleum.

This makes many people feel envious.