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

On the New Year's Day of the eighteenth year of Qianwu, the biting north wind, carrying the scent of New Year's fireworks, swept into Chang'an City at dawn.

Although the people in the city have not yet fully awakened from their sleep, the streets and alleys are already filled with a unique lively atmosphere.

The street shops had hung up big red lanterns early on, which swayed gently in the wind, contrasting with the heavy and ancient Suzaku Gate, giving off both the festive atmosphere and the sedimentation of history.

The night watchman marched forward and struck the last few gongs. The sound echoed in the quiet morning, announcing that the Qianwu era was coming to an end and a new era was about to begin.

The Daming Palace gradually became clear in the dim morning light. The flying eaves and brackets seemed to reach the sky. The magnificent palaces were arranged in an orderly manner, and the red walls and yellow tiles were magnificent.

Inside the Linde Hall, candles were lit brightly, illuminating the room as if it were daytime.

Between the carved beams and painted buildings, golden dragons meander and cloud patterns flow, fully demonstrating the royal majesty.

The golden bricks on the ground were as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the figures of everyone in the hall.

Li Jingyou wore a dragon robe and sat upright on the dragon throne.

His face still had the youthfulness of a teenager, but his eyes revealed a calmness that was inconsistent with his age.

Today, reopening the grand scene of all nations coming to pay tribute is an important step he has taken.

At this moment, his eyes were calm and scrutinizing as he quietly looked at everything in front of him, occasionally raising his hand to gently stroke the carvings on the dragon throne.

In the hall, envoys from various countries were dressed in clothes of different styles, with different skin colors and hair colors. They spoke various languages ​​and stood in neat rows.

Some envoys wore gorgeous brocade robes and adorned themselves with dazzling gems.

Some wore light linen clothing, full of exotic style.

They looked at the decorations inside the hall curiously and saluted Li Jingyou respectfully.

Everyone wanted to witness the elegance of the new Tang emperor with their own eyes.

But most of the Tang Dynasty officials below were indifferent.

They were dressed in robes and crowns, but they did not show much interest in the envoys who came from afar.

Once upon a time, the presence of all nations was a symbol of the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty and a sign of the country's strength in their hearts. Every grand event would make the Tang Dynasty's reputation spread far and wide.

But the thought of Li Chengqian loomed over their minds and could not be shaken off.

Now, they feel that this so-called tribute from all nations is just a facade and not worthy of being mentioned.

In their hearts, as long as the Tang Dynasty stands firm, it will be enough to support the world and protect all people.

In order to allow envoys from far-flung countries to gather in Chang'an and participate in today's New Year's Day ceremony, the Tang Dynasty's Ministry of Revenue spent a lot of financial and material resources.

They covered all the expenses for the envoys' food, clothing, housing, transportation, vehicles, boats, etc. along the way.

From Europe to bustling towns, from winding waterways to rugged mountain roads, every post station prepared exquisite food and comfortable accommodation for the envoys, and every journey was arranged in meticulous detail.

Just to make the Linde Hall bustling with activity at this moment of transition between the old and the new, and to let the world see the strong national strength and broad mind of the Tang Dynasty.

Li Jingyou sat on the dragon throne, quietly watching the envoys from various countries coming forward one after another and presenting gifts one after another.

Oil paintings, gold, musical instruments... these objects that are regarded as treasures in other countries seem dull in the face of the rich products of the Tang Dynasty.

Li Jingyou's eyes gradually lost focus, and the enthusiasm in his heart gradually cooled down with the passage of time.

These so-called tributes were really not worth mentioning for the vast Tang Dynasty. They were just like ordinary objects and could hardly arouse his interest.

He frowned slightly, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest, his thoughts beginning to drift.

Just when Li Jingyou was feeling drowsy, a figure caught his attention.

Rutherford, a tall and burly man with a high nose, deep eyes, curly hair and a thick beard, exudes the confidence of an Arab.

He was dressed in a white robe with a jeweled belt around his waist and walked forward steadily.

Li Jingyou looked at him with interest. Rutherford understood what he meant and nodded slightly to Li Jingyou with a hint of mystery in his eyes.

Then, Rutherford turned around and waved his hand. Several burly Arab servants struggled to push a huge object covered tightly with black cloth into the hall.

The originally dull hall suddenly became a little noisy, and everyone's eyes were focused on it.

The officials who had shown little interest just now also became interested and whispered to each other what kind of rare treasures this Arab had brought that were so huge.

Some people whispered, "This Arab envoy is so mysterious, could it be that he really brought some treasure?"

Another person curled his lips in response, "What could possibly compare to the rare treasures of our Great Tang?"

Rutherford raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a meaningful smile. He walked to the center of the hall, first adjusted his clothes, then respectfully bowed to Li Jingyou and said in the slightly stiff but clear Tang Dynasty official language: "Your Majesty, this is the Nine Provinces sacred object presented by my Arabia. Please take a look."

The sound echoed in the hall, attracting everyone's attention.

Li Jingyou raised his eyebrows, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes, and he leaned forward slightly and said, "Then don't hide it, take it out and let me see it."

"My land of China is vast and rich in resources, with countless rare treasures. How dare you, a mere Arabia, say you want to offer divine objects to the Tang Dynasty?"

His words carried the confidence of the Emperor of Tang.

Rutherford was not angry at Li Jingyou's slightly contemptuous words. He maintained a polite smile and waved again.

The servants took a deep breath and pulled hard with both hands. The black cloth was torn off with a "whoosh", revealing what was inside.

In an instant, the hall was silent, and everyone gasped. Then, the Tang officials stood up one after another. Even Li Jingyou stood up from the dragon throne unconsciously, staring at the object in front of him - it was a huge bronze tripod.

This tripod is simple and solemn, with lifelike dragons cast all over it and countless bronze inscriptions.

Between the dragon characters, there are mysterious runes that tell ancient stories.

The tripod exudes an ancient atmosphere that makes people feel awe.

There used to be a tripod like this in the imperial palace.

"The Red Cauldron with Dragon Inscriptions! It's the Red Cauldron with Dragon Inscriptions!"

An elderly minister shouted, trembling with excitement.

His hands tightly grasped the pillar beside him, his body leaned forward slightly, his eyes full of disbelief.

After hearing this shout, the officials could no longer suppress their excitement and wanted to squeeze forward, eager to take a closer look at the legendary red tripod with dragon pattern, the first of the Nine Tripods of China.

It carries thousands of years of Chinese history, is the supreme artifact in the hearts of countless people, and represents the orthodoxy of the nine provinces in the world.

Some people ignored etiquette and rushed forward, shouting "Let me see, let me see".

Some people stood there in a daze, muttering to themselves.

"It really is the red tripod with dragon pattern, and it has reappeared at this moment."

Amidst the clamor, only Qin Ruzhao sat quietly in his seat.

He frowned slightly and looked calmly at the tripod that was sought after by everyone, but there seemed to be thousands of thoughts surging in his heart.

He had been feeling uneasy these days, always feeling that something big was about to happen, so after much hesitation, he decided not to bring his children and Jiang to attend the New Year's Day ceremony today.

At this moment, looking at the red tripod with dragon pattern, the uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger, and his fingers unconsciously clenched the armrest of the chair.

Rutherford looked at everyone's reactions and felt very proud.

He raised his head slightly. In his opinion, it was hard to understand why these Tang Dynasty people were so obsessed with this pile of bronze "dead objects".

In the Arab Empire, muskets could decide life and death on the battlefield and were far more practical than this tripod of unknown use.

But at this moment, looking at the enthusiasm of the people in the hall, he knew that the gift he presented had successfully caused a sensation in the Tang Dynasty and achieved the desired effect.