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

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.