I have already established my power and prestige, so how did Li Shimin come back to life?

The Longguan Road is like an ancient dragon, winding across the vast land.

This passage, which was built in the Han Dynasty, carries the vicissitudes of history and extends all the way to the Tang Dynasty.

On both sides of the road are rolling mountains. The vegetation on the mountains has shown varying shades of green under the baptism of time, like a mottled painting painted by nature.

Occasionally, a bird would fly across the mountains, chirping loudly, breaking the silence during the march.

Li Shimin rode on his horse, his eyes sweeping across the familiar yet unfamiliar scenery, with complex emotions surging in his heart.

This Longguan Road witnessed the rise and fall, glory and disgrace of the Tang Dynasty. Every stone and every plant seems to be telling stories of the past.

Li Shimin was well aware of the importance of this road to military operations and national exchanges. Every improvement of transportation facilities and post station equipment was like adding bricks and tiles to the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty.

Every decision he made carries his responsibility to the country and the people. He hopes that under his governance, the Tang Dynasty will be as tenacious and enduring as the Longguan Road, connecting the four directions and benefiting the people.

Today, the originally somewhat rudimentary transportation facilities and post station equipment have been completely renovated.

A sturdy bridge spans the gurgling stream, and the houses of the post station are neatly and solidly repaired, as if silently expressing welcome to passers-by.

Although the overall distance of the road has not changed much from the Han Dynasty, the convenience and safety of the journey have been greatly improved.

This makes it a favorite road in the hearts of literati and poets. They walk along this road, stop to appreciate the scenery, or recite poems to express their feelings, leaving behind countless famous works that will be passed down through the ages.

When Li Shimin thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart. This was the welfare he created for the people of the Tang Dynasty, his achievement as an emperor, and the brocade of culture and prosperity he wove for the country.

At this time, the army was marching towards Liangzhou along the Longguan Road.

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, mercilessly burning the earth, and the air was filled with a hot breath.

The soldiers' armor gleamed with metallic luster in the sunlight, and sweat oozed from their foreheads, flowed down their cheeks, gathered into drops at their chins, and then dripped onto the dry ground.

Li Shimin was riding on horseback, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat. He reached out to wipe it, and the sweat had soaked his cuffs.

He took out the kettle, tilted his head back and took two big gulps of water.

The water flowed down the throat, bringing a rare coolness. During this hot march, the water in the kettle seemed particularly clear and sweet, like a sweet rain in the desert.

Li Shimin secretly thanked the army for its adequate preparations before setting off, but at the same time he felt sorry for the soldiers who had to travel in such scorching heat.

He looked at the soldiers sweating profusely and felt as if his heart was being fried in oil.

He knew very well that these soldiers were the backbone of the Tang Dynasty, and it was their loyalty and bravery that defended the territory of the Tang Dynasty.

He kept thinking in his mind whether he should ask Li Ji to adjust the marching time to reduce the risk of heatstroke among the soldiers. He was also worried that such an adjustment would affect the marching plan and delay the battle, and he was very conflicted.

Every decision concerns the life and death of countless people and the destiny of the Tang Dynasty. He feels like he is walking on a tightrope and must be very careful.

"Li Ji, where are we now?" Li Shimin asked Li Ji, whose clothes were also soaked with sweat. His voice was a little hoarse and full of fatigue from the march.

He actually had a general understanding of the marching route in his mind, as he had walked this route no less than five times.

But he still wanted to hear Li Ji's confirmation. This was a cautious habit he had developed over the years as an emperor.

He knew that in war, any small negligence could lead to disastrous consequences, so every detail had to be confirmed repeatedly.