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

In the 17th year of Qianwu, the land of Liaodong in late summer was dyed with vigorous and warm colors by the sunlight.

The carriage that Li Chengqian was riding in moved slowly along the winding dirt road, and the wheels left deep ruts on the dry ground.

Outside the car window, the rolling green hills outline a soft contour on the horizon. In the vast fields, the heavy ears of wheat sway gently in the breeze, emitting bursts of wheat fragrance.

Li Chengqian was wearing simple casual clothes, sitting in a spacious and comfortable carriage with a calm expression.

He looked through the car window, quietly gazing into the distance, his eyes revealing a hint of anticipation.

Beside her, Cui Wanying was wearing a light blue silk dress with delicate patterns embroidered on the hem, which swayed gently with her movements.

Her bright eyes would occasionally pop out and look at the unfamiliar yet vibrant rural scenery.

Outside the carriage, the guards were dressed in neat armor and rode tall and strong horses. The formation was neat, and the rhythmic sound of horse hooves sounded, echoing across the open fields.

Kaiyuan Village, a small village hidden among the mountains and waters of Liaodong, is quiet and simple.

The adobe houses are scattered around in an orderly manner, with smoke rising from the roofs and the air filled with the smell of burning firewood.

The villagers have worked hard here for generations and lived a simple and stable life.

When the news came that Wang Wen would be back today, the whole village instantly became lively, and joy bloomed on everyone's face like spring flowers.

For these farmers who spend all day working with the loess, the village, although small, has produced two remarkable children, Wang Wen and Zhang An.

No matter how many storms they have experienced or what hardships they have encountered in the outside world, in the hearts of the villagers, they are always the pride of the village and the hope of the whole village.

At this time, a dense crowd of people, including men, women, young and old, had already gathered at the entrance of the village.

They were dressed in simple clothes, with honest smiles on their faces, talking to each other, their eyes full of anticipation.

Thinking back to when I sent Wang Wen and Zhang An away, it was the same scene, full of concern.

In the eyes of the villagers, the children returning from outside are like bringing back a whole new world. Even if they just listen to those new stories and hear what they see, it can add a lot of fun to their ordinary lives, and they seem to be full of energy.

In the crowd, young Ah Fu jumped up excitedly and shouted at the top of his voice, "Look! That kid Wang Wen has really made it! He didn't even walk back this time, but came back in such a magnificent carriage!"

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and saw a magnificent convoy slowly approaching.

At the front of the convoy, two tall horses stood with their heads held high and their manes fluttering in the wind.

They were pulling a beautifully decorated carriage with intricate carvings on it.

Uncle Li beside him also exclaimed in amazement: "Yes, look at that carriage, it's obviously worth a lot of money, and the horse pulling the carriage is also tall and strong. This kid must have done something big out there!"

The villagers were whispering to each other and talking excitedly, their eyes full of envy and pride.

Some villagers stood on tiptoe to see more clearly.

Some children ran through the crowd, laughing and playing, adding a bit of vitality to the lively atmosphere.

Wang Wen sat in the carriage next to Li Chengqian, looking through the window at the familiar and friendly faces at the village entrance, and tears instantly blurred her eyes.

Those friends who used to play together and the elders who worked hard, every face carries his childhood memories and attachment to his hometown.

He felt mixed emotions: longing for his hometown, excitement at reuniting with his family and friends after a long separation, and also a sense of emotion.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Li Chengqian, who was standing beside him with a calm expression. He called out with a slightly choked voice, "Your Majesty..."

Li Chengqian nodded slightly, a gentle smile on his face. He took the dried fruit from Cui Wanying, took a bite, and said slowly, "Go, they have been waiting for you for a long time."

Wang Wen was so excited that his hands were shaking slightly. Just as he was about to get up and get off the car, he was stopped by Li Chengqian.

"Wang Wen, please stay."

"You haven't been officially granted an official position yet. When the villagers ask you about it later, how do you plan to respond?"

Li Chengqian stared at Wang Wen with a deep gaze, paused, and then said, "It just so happens that I haven't yet properly rewarded you for your outstanding military achievements in Tianzhu."

"Today, I'll give you an explanation. When you get off the car, if the villagers ask you how you're doing, tell them that you're now a seventh-rank Imperial Censor of the Tang Dynasty. Telling them will make them proud of you."

Hearing these words, Wang Wen was almost overwhelmed by the emotion in his heart.

Thousands of words surged in my heart, but I didn't know where to start. In the end, they all turned into a grateful: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Li Chengqian raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a relieved smile. He smiled and gently kicked his butt with his foot, teasingly saying, "Go quickly, I see you are getting extremely anxious."

Seeing this, the people in the carriage couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Wang Wen straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, opened the car door and walked out.

As soon as he got off the car, he was surrounded by enthusiastic villagers.

Everyone came up, some held his hands, some patted his shoulders, and asked him about his life outside.

Li Chengqian felt very pleased when he saw Wang Wen and his fellow villagers having fun together.

He then turned his gaze towards Cui Wanying, with a hint of meaning in his eyes, and asked, "Xiao Cui, take a look at this little Wang."

Cui Wanying was slightly stunned, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes. She didn't quite understand Li Chengqian's intention. After thinking for a moment, she answered seriously: "What do you mean? I think it's okay."

Li Chengqian couldn't help laughing: "Not bad? Hahahaha..."

Cui Wanying shook her head helplessly and said sincerely, "I really don't have the discerning eye that Your Majesty has. I really can't see what's so special about him."

Li Chengqian put away his smile, his expression becoming serious as he patiently explained, "This young prince is no ordinary person. A young man's spirit is a rare treasure in this world. Once a person experiences too many setbacks and hardships, that vigorous spirit will slowly be worn away."

“When a person loses his edge, he can’t even display half of his abilities and talents, and it will be almost impossible for him to return to his peak form.”

"In fact, once the spirit disappears, people will fall into the abyss of self-doubt, and ultimately can only helplessly accept their ordinary selves, and can only struggle for the rest of their lives in mediocrity."

"But this little Wang is different. He exudes a spirit of never giving up and is full of vigor and vitality. Perhaps he himself doesn't even realize it, but his spirit is so strong."

"So, Xiao Cui, I advise you, if you meet a good man with such potential, you must seize him as soon as possible, otherwise he will become successful in the future, see more of the world, and be surrounded by beautiful women. By then, you will have no chance."

As Cui Wanying listened to Li Chengqian's words, her cheeks flushed slightly, a strange light flashed in her eyes, and she looked thoughtfully in the direction where Wang Wen left.