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

Over the next two days, the People's Assembly was held grandly, and the venue was decorated very lively.

Flags were flying in the square, crowds of people were surging, and people from all corners of the Tang Dynasty came with anticipation.

For these common people who usually only know how to work hard, this is an experience they have never had in their lives. It is the first time they know what it feels like to be the master of their own house.

In the past, court affairs were out of reach for them, but now, a vote in their hands can determine the direction of many national affairs.

This new thing made the people excited and nervous. They sat together in groups of three or five, discussing every topic enthusiastically.

During the discussion on the rest day regulations, people talked about the hardships of their work and hoped to have reasonable rest time to spend time with their families and take care of their own lives.

When talking about the minimum wage, everyone expressed their opinions. Those people who live in poverty expressed their demands with anticipation, hoping to have a stable income so that their lives would not be so difficult.

In addition to these, there are a series of issues closely related to people's livelihood, such as agricultural production support and commercial trade regulations, which are gradually advancing through the people's heated discussions and careful voting.

Every citizen who walked out of the Great Hall had a happy smile on his face, like a spring breeze.

They talked to each other, their words full of longing for the future.

A white-haired old man in the crowd sighed with emotion: "In my whole life, I have been working hard, facing the earth and back to the sky. When did I ever think that I could participate in the important affairs of the court like today?"

"We peasants can finally enter the elegant hall!"

The people around nodded in agreement: "Yes, only the current emperor treats us as human beings and cares about us ordinary people!"

Reporters from the Datang Daily were busy shuttling around the scene, using their pens to record this historic moment in detail.

A few days later, the newspaper was published, and the front page headline was a detailed report of the people's meeting.

The news spread throughout the world like wings, and people from all over the country rushed to pass it around and cheered.

The people are full of hope for the future of the Tang Dynasty and are extremely grateful to His Majesty who cares about the people.

At the same time, Li Chengqian showed his people-oriented attitude.

He personally ordered to invite all representatives of this people's conference to participate in the most grand New Year's Day ceremony in the Tang Dynasty today.

This is not only a high recognition of the people's participation in government affairs, but also a demonstration to the world of the Tang Dynasty's great power demeanor of accepting public opinion and embracing all things.

What is even more surprising is that this New Year’s Day celebration also held a unique New Year’s Day evening party.

All the performers at the party are ordinary people. There are no restrictions. As long as you have courage, talent and want to perform on stage, you can go on stage.

Moreover, whoever can make the audience laugh heartily and bring the atmosphere to a climax with a wonderful performance will receive generous rewards from His Majesty.

As the news spread, the entire city of Chang'an erupted in excitement. Everywhere in the streets and alleys, people could be seen diligently practicing for their performances. Some were practicing dance, their graceful figures dancing gracefully in the sunshine.

There were people rehearsing skits, and the humorous dialogues made passers-by laugh.

There were also people singing loudly, performing operas, and doing acrobatics, everything you could think of.

In the Xianyang sanatorium, Chu Suiliang was sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, squinting his eyes, quietly watching Li Junxian dancing with a sword in the yard.

He is over 70 years old, so it is natural for him to come here to enjoy his old age.

As a great calligrapher of his generation, his calligraphy works are vigorous and powerful, yet lively and elegant, and are highly praised by the world.

In the past, many important memorials and imperial edicts of the court were written by him. Every day, he was busy with official duties and writing with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and his life was fulfilling and busy.

But now, when he has some free time, that feeling of emptiness surges into his heart like a tide, leaving him at a loss.

Once people get used to being busy and suddenly have nothing to do, they will unconsciously want to find something to fill the void in their hearts.

At this moment, Li Junxian's every move became the focus of his attention.

Back then, a mysterious prophecy quietly circulated among the people: "After the third Tang Dynasty, a female ruler, King Wu, will rule the world."

This prophecy caused a great uproar at the time. Everyone believed that the "female protagonist" must be a woman, but Chu Suiliang had a different opinion.

Li Junxian's nickname is "Wu Niangzi", which sounds quite feminine.

His official position was General of the Left Wuwei, and his title was Duke of Wulian County. He was also stationed at Xuanwu Gate for a long time. There were so many elements related to the word "Wu" that Chu Suiliang couldn't help but feel suspicious.

In addition, Li Junxian was brave and good at fighting on the battlefield, and had made great military achievements. He was also quite conceited and had a unique style of doing things, which further deepened Chu Suiliang's inner uneasiness.

In his mind, the Tang Dynasty would not tolerate any threat. Even if there was only a hint of potential hidden danger, it must be eliminated as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Chu Suiliang could no longer sit still. He immediately stood up, hurried back to his room, spread out the paper, ground the ink, dipped it in ink, and wrote furiously.

A memorial impeaching Li Junxian gradually took shape under his pen. In the memorial, he spoke earnestly and listed in detail all the suspicious aspects of Li Junxian. He firmly guessed that Li Junxian had evil intentions and intended to rebel, and begged His Majesty to immediately launch a thorough investigation to ensure the stability of the Tang Dynasty.

Outside the Yuchi Mansion, Cheng Yaojin stood there quietly, staring at the eye-catching word "Yuchi" on the door for a long time.

Longing welled up in his eyes, as if in the next second, his old brother Yuchi Jingde would walk out of the mansion with His Majesty, smiling as they did in the past, and the three of them would chat together and reminisce about the glorious past.

When Yuchi Jingde died, he did not cry bitterly, and when the emperor passed away, he just endured it silently.

But this deep-seated loneliness followed him everywhere, causing him unbearable pain. Countless silent nights would wake him up, with the image of the three of them fighting side by side emerging in his mind.

They fought together, risked their lives on the battlefield, and made great contributions to the establishment of the Tang Dynasty.

Those days are the most precious memories in his life.

Since the passing of His Majesty, Cheng Yaojin, who used to laugh all day long and had a generous personality, seems to have become a different person.

He no longer smiled easily, became silent and taciturn, and often sat alone in a daze.

These days, he takes time out every day to visit the families of his old friends.

He was worried that they would have difficulties in life and that they would be sad because of the departure of their loved ones.

Fortunately, Fang Xuanling's wife was still in good health, and when he went to visit her, she warmly invited him to have tea.

When Wei Zheng's wife caught a cold, he immediately sent someone to deliver the best medicine.

Lao Hei's wife was in good health, which finally put his mind at ease.

"Okay, everything is fine."

He murmured to himself, as if to comfort himself, or as if to tell those old friends that he was still there.

He takes care of your widow.

He is sixty-eight this year, and in a few days, after the Chinese New Year, he will be sixty-nine.

Although he is old, he is still in good health and still eats well and sleeps well.

But he knew in his heart that there were only a few people left in his generation who had fought for the Tang Dynasty.

Watching his old friends leave one by one, he felt extremely confused and didn't know how to face it all.

He could only care for the families of his old friends in his own way, hoping to find a trace of the warmth of the past in them to fill the emptiness deep in his heart.