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

Li Chengqian felt that this person was not simple at that time.

But I didn't take it too seriously.

After all, Li Chengqian had knowledge from later generations, and when facing the scholars of this era, he had a sense of superiority deep in his heart.

However, as time went on, Li Chengqian was astonished to discover that Mr. Qi was a treasure trove of knowledge, possessing a omniscience. Whether it was the complex and profound science of economics, the strategic strategies that determined the rise and fall of nations, or the obscure classics and histories... as long as there was knowledge to be found in books, he dabbled in it all, and in every field he possessed profound and unique insights.

When he explained knowledge, he cited extensively and spoke eloquently, which often amazed Li Chengqian and made him feel inferior.

And now, for Mr. Qi, the most attractive thing is the science that Li Chengqian has come up with!

Those novel theories and wonderful inventions, like a huge magnet, firmly attracted Mr. Qi.

It was from then on that Li Chengqian completely put away his superiority. He was full of admiration for Mr. Qi and regarded him as a good teacher and friend.

"Let's go to Chang'an. We have been hiding for so long, but we never thought that the throne would be within our grasp. It really makes us feel sorry for all our efforts."

Li Chengqian frowned slightly, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes. He looked up in the direction of Chang'an. The tall city walls looked even more majestic under the sunlight, but lacked the heroic smoke-filled atmosphere he expected.

The moat outside the city wall is sparkling, reflecting the shadows of the sky and the city wall, like a huge mirror, recording the changes of time.

He was relieved to have made it into the city smoothly, yet also regretted not having experienced a major battle. He thought to himself, "This journey has been too smooth. I don't know whether it's a blessing or a curse. I hope I can truly control the Tang Dynasty in the future."

"Your Majesty, do not despair. We will have many more battles to fight in the future. It is precisely because we have been accumulating strength for so long that we can now open the gates of Chang'an without bloodshed."

Mr. Qi comforted him, "The process is the same, just a little different. This doesn't mean our efforts are in vain. On the contrary, it is a reflection of our ability."

"Mr. Qi is right. I mainly want to train my soldiers." He raised the corners of his mouth and showed a confident smile.

Suddenly I became interested and turned to look at the person next to me.

"Xian Huai, let's ride the horses together and see who's faster!"

After saying this, he suddenly squeezed his legs against the horse's belly. The horse under his crotch neighed loudly and galloped out like an arrow. The horse's hooves raised clouds of dust that filled the air.

"Your Majesty, please slow down!"

Zhang Xianhuai, who was wearing a black armor, shouted helplessly. His black armor gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the sunlight, reflecting a dazzling light.

As the person in charge of bodyguard and housekeeper duties, he could only ride a fast horse to catch up. While riding his horse, he stared nervously at Li Chengqian's figure in front of him, his eyes full of worry, fearing that Li Chengqian would make a mistake.

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"Your Majesty, I heard that the Crown Prince has led his troops into Chang'an? Do you think we should kneel later?"

Fang Xuanling frowned, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. He asked in a low voice with a worried look on his face, his voice trembling slightly, his eyes full of anxiety.

Fang Xuanling was apprehensive. He thought, "What should I do? If I kneel, how will Your Majesty save face? If I don't kneel, what will become of the two emperors of the Tang Dynasty?"

Li Shimin's face was embarrassed, even the corners of his mouth twitched. His brows were deeply wrinkled into the shape of a "川" character, and his eyes showed confusion and helplessness.

"Xuanling, I am the emperor. How can an emperor kneel down, especially to his own son?"

Li Shimin lowered his voice and said to Fang Xuanling

"But the people of Chang'an have already come out and knelt on both sides of the street, waiting for the new emperor to enter the palace!"

Fang Xuanling was so anxious that he stamped his feet. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and looked at the group of civil and military officials following him with panic eyes.