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

In the sky, thunder rumbled like the roar of a prehistoric beast. The deafening roar seemed as if the anger that had been accumulated by God for a long time was being vented at this moment.

The sky, which was originally as clear and blue as a piece of blue silk, was now covered with dense dark clouds. Those dark clouds were like the dark power gushing out from the Nine Nether Hell. They piled up together, like a large piece of heavy lead plate, weighing heavily on people's hearts.

It makes everyone who is under it feel difficult to breathe, as if a pair of invisible big hands are tightly strangling their throats, making it impossible to breathe.

The whole air was filled with a unique scent, the unique smell of coming rain.

The humid water vapor was entangled in every inch of the air like fine spider silk, with a hint of coolness in it, as if the cold wind of winter had penetrated in early, as if foreshadowing that an unusual storm was about to sweep in.

Song Jingshu lay quietly on Lu Jingshu's back like a wounded bird. Her eyes were a little confused, like a deer that had lost its way in the dark fog. She said nothing.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and everything around seemed to be paused. Only Lu Jingsuo's steady footsteps echoed lonely in the dead silence.

Every footstep was like a drumbeat hitting people's hearts, with an inexplicable firmness.

After a long time, Song Jingshu seemed to have struggled out of a deep nightmare. She mustered up a lot of courage, her lips trembling slightly as she slowly opened her mouth to ask a question.

"My Lord, have I harmed you?"

Lu Jingsuo didn't hesitate at all. His eyes were as firm as the brightest stars in the night sky. He continued to move forward. His steps were firm and powerful, and each step was solid and steady, as if he was trying to blaze a path of justice in this chaotic world.

He replied seriously, "Don't worry, I won't! There is always justice in the world. Everything I do is for the justice in my heart. It has nothing to do with you."

Song Jingshu nodded gently, a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes, that light was like a small flame burning in the darkness, weak but tenacious.

She asked again, "Sir, what is your name? I want to remember your name."

"Lu Jingsuo."

Lu Jingsuo answered concisely, his voice low and magnetic.

"Just call me Brother Lu and treat me as your elder brother."

"Thank you, Brother Lu."

Song Jingshu said gratefully, her voice choked with sobs, as if she had found a touch of warmth in this cold world.

Dengwen Drum is something that has special meaning in the hearts of the people. It is like a solid bridge connecting the suffering of the people and the justice of the court, carrying the grievances of countless people and their desire for fairness and justice.

Its solemn and majestic appearance seems to be silently telling countless grievances and hopes. Every texture is like a mark carved by time, witnessing countless joys and sorrows.

In fact, in the eyes of many people, this is just a pie in the sky painted by the kings, princes, generals and ministers for the poor people of the world.

Regardless of the true situation, Dengwengu is indeed the last hope for the people.

Generally speaking, this information will first be reported to the Secretariat, the Left and Right Prime Ministers and other relevant departments that are like the central nervous system of the court, and they will sort out and judge it.

Only when matters are of great importance will the case be handed over to the emperor as if the final door of judgment has been opened, allowing the supreme imperial power to decide what is right and wrong in this world.

Today, the East and West Court, which had been deserted for a long time, welcomed its guests again.

Lu Jingshu carefully placed Song Jingshu under the eaves of the main hall. His movements were very gentle. After arranging Song Jingshu, he stood up with a stern look on his face, like a warrior about to go to the battlefield. He rolled up the sleeves of his flying fish suit, revealing his muscular and powerful arms.

The veins on that arm bulged, as if containing endless power.

He picked out the two largest drumsticks from among the many drumsticks, and in his hands, the drumsticks seemed to be holding the so-called justice.

He took a deep breath, the breath as powerful as a dragon sucking water, and then waved the two drumsticks in his hands vigorously.

The "bang bang bang" sound of the drums was like surging waves, one wave higher than the other, one after another. The sound was like thousands of troops galloping past, deafening, and even the thunder in the sky could not suppress it, as if it was competing with the gods.

"Boom!" A loud thunder cut through the sky like a sharp sword.

The light instantly illuminated the entire dim world, and then heavy rain began to fall. The raindrops hit the ground, splashing small water droplets. The water droplets were as short and beautiful as flowers that bloomed and withered.

Then, the rain became heavier and heavier. The raindrops were as big as soybeans, pouring down densely, like a huge curtain of water hanging from the sky. The whole world was shrouded in this rain curtain, as if it had fallen into a world of water.

Lu Jingsuo stood in the rain, like an ancient and solemn statue, the rain hitting his body and flowing down his cheeks.

But he remained unmoved, and the drumstick in his hand continued to beat the Dengwen drum again and again without stopping. The sound of the drum carried the anger, grievance and persistence in Song Jingshu's heart.

It seems to be telling all this to the heaven and earth, and every drum beat seems to be shouting to this ruthless world.

The right gate guard in charge of guarding was originally sitting quietly in the house, listening to the incessant drumbeats outside. At first he thought it was a special thunder outside. In his ears, the sound was just part of the bad weather.

But as he listened, he realized something was wrong. The rhythm and loudness of the sound were obviously different from thunder. Thunder was a chaotic roar, but the sound of the drum had a unique rhythm, as if someone was telling something rhythmically.

He suddenly stood up and walked out the door as nervously as a frightened rabbit, and saw someone beating the drum continuously in the pouring rain.

The red flying fish suit looked particularly eye-catching in the heavy rain, like a burning flame in the darkness, emitting dazzling light in the gray rain curtain.

The right gate guard saw someone beating the drum, and it was a Jinyiwei, and he immediately felt that something serious was going on!

What are the Jinyiwei? They are the emperor's personal army!

They are the emperor's confidants and have great power, like a sharp blade of the court. They are majestic in their daily lives and are awe-inspiring wherever they go.

Now, such a Jinyiwei actually came to report in person by beating the drum. The injustice behind this must be earth-shattering. An inexplicable fear surged in his heart.

The right gate guard did not dare to delay at all and hurriedly took an umbrella. The umbrella seemed a little fragile in the storm. He lifted his official robe and walked to Lu Jingsuo's side with difficulty, one step deep and one step shallow.

At this time, the sound of rain was very loud. The raindrops kept falling on Lu Jingsuo's face like drumbeats, gathering into streams and flowing down. His face had already been soaked by the rain, but his eyes remained firm.

The right guard could only shout at the top of his lungs, "Sir, the Imperial Guards! Since you've beaten the drum to report your wrongdoing, you must have a grave grievance! Please come into the palace and discuss your case! I will report your grievance to the Ministry of Chancellery!"

Lu Jingsuo remained unmoved, his eyes were as firm as a rock.

He beat the drum and roared loudly, "Please report this directly, sir. It's urgent. I need to see His Majesty today!"

His voice echoed in the rain, carrying with it unquestionable majesty and determination. It seemed as if the voice could penetrate the rain curtain and reach the court.

"Report this: Lu Jingsuo, Captain of the Imperial Guards of the Northern Pacification Division, requests an audience with His Majesty!"

Every word he said was like a heavy hammer, hitting the right prison guard's heart.

Looking at Lu Jingsuo's determined look, the right gate guard knew that he couldn't stop him and didn't bother about it anymore.

He knew in his heart that there was no need for a low-ranking official like himself to get involved in such matters. It was like a pool of muddy water with no bottom to see. If he was not careful, he might get burned and end up in an irretrievable situation.

So he hurried back to the mansion, his steps hurried and hurried, shouting loudly to the messenger as he walked. The anxious voice echoed in the mansion, full of anxiety and tension.

The court, which was once quiet, suddenly became lively.