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

Your Majesty was able to organize this sightseeing group in advance and let these veteran ministers witness this great historical moment with their own eyes. I believe that he was confident of the victory of this war from the very beginning.

When he thought of the powerful Qianwu cannon, the roaring sound, the flames shooting into the sky, the smoke filling the air, and everything it touched reduced to ruins, as well as the excitement of Li Shimin and those old friends who wanted to go up and operate the cannon themselves, Wei Zheng couldn't help but smile with satisfaction on his face.

With the current military prowess and development momentum of the Tang Dynasty, when the population grows increasingly prosperous, the future expansion of territory will surely be beyond imagination, and the glory of Qianwu will surely be recorded in history forever.

Just as Wei Zheng was immersed in his beautiful imagination of the future, a series of knocks on the door suddenly broke the tranquility in the yard.

He slowly opened his eyes, with a trace of thoughts still in them. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw Fang Xuanling standing at the door with a smile on his face.

Fang Xuanling was wearing a dark grey robe, with his hair neatly tied on top of his head. Although time had left traces on his face, his eyes were still bright and spirited, revealing a calmness that came from someone who had experienced the vicissitudes of life.

He was also holding an exquisite gift box in his hand, which was obviously a gift he brought specially.

"Mr. Fang, why are you here?"

Wei Zheng asked in surprise, his eyes full of joy, "I heard that Chang'an is very busy with official business. How did you find time to come and see an old man like me?"

Fang Xuanling walked into the courtyard with a smile, and his eyes swept around Wei Zheng's small courtyard. An expression of admiration appeared on his face, and he couldn't stop praising him: "Not bad, not bad, Brother Wei, this house has a unique flavor. It is small and exquisite, elegant and pleasant. I like it very much."

As he spoke, he placed the gift in his hand on the stone table beside him, then walked to the side without any hesitation, brought another reclining chair, and lay down comfortably next to Wei Zheng, then continued: "I am only one year older than you."

"Now that you have retired to enjoy your old age, do you still want me to continue to work hard at the court and tire myself out?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Zheng's eyes widened and he asked anxiously, "Prime Minister Fang, are you also here to retire? Has His Majesty agreed?"

Fang Xuanling smiled and nodded, adjusted the position of the recliner to make himself more comfortable, and said, "Yes, Brother Wei."

"Your Majesty, sympathizing with my years of hard work for the court, has granted the request of this old man."

"I've already chosen a house, right next door to yours. We'll be neighbors in the future. I hope Brother Wei will take good care of me!"

Wei Zheng frowned slightly, his heart filled with confusion, and asked, "Prince Fang, with your rank and past achievements, you could have chosen any of the spacious and luxurious mansions. Why did you choose such a small house like this?"

"If this gets out, I'm afraid it will cause criticism and it won't look good on my face."

Fang Xuanling waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "Brother Wei, what does the size of this house matter?"

"We've worked together for many years. You're an upright person, indifferent to fame and fortune. Now that I'm retired, I'm looking for a quiet and comfortable life. Being able to have you as my neighbor, chatting about world affairs and enjoying this beautiful autumn scenery together, wouldn't that be more comfortable than those luxurious houses?"

"Those material possessions are nothing but fleeting clouds."

After hearing Fang Xuanling's words, Wei Zheng felt a warm feeling in his heart and nodded slightly.

"Mr. Fang is absolutely right. I am too narrow-minded. It will be my great honor to live next to you and keep you company in the future."

At this time, the autumn wind blew gently again, blowing up a few fallen leaves on the ground. They danced in the air, cheering for the two old friends who could stop and rest.

The sunlight shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves, casting mottled shadows, shining on Wei Zheng and Fang Xuanling, warm and peaceful.

The two heroes of the Tang Dynasty lay on the recliners, accompanied by the autumn breeze, and began to recall the past. The fierce debates and wise decisions in the court, the iron horses and bloody storms on the battlefield, now all turned into stories in their mouths, flowing slowly in this small courtyard.