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

"You all must live well and witness the arrival of that day with your own eyes. When that day comes, don't forget to tell this old minister!"

Everyone gathered around Wei Zheng's bed, with reluctance in their eyes and tears welling up in their eyes.

Cheng Yaojin's eyes were filled with tears, and his usually fearless voice became low and full of reluctance.

"Old Wei, you can't just leave like this! I, Old Cheng, am waiting for you to drink with me! We agreed to drink all the finest wines in the world together, how can you break your promise?"

Wei Zheng smiled and said his final goodbye.

"Zhijie, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to drink and chat with you in the future. With your personality, you should listen more to the words of the Emperor and Xuanling, and don't act impulsively."

"The Tang Dynasty still needs loyal ministers like you to continue protecting it."

Cheng Yaojin nodded vigorously, his throat seemed to be choked by something. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Tears just kept flowing like beads with broken strings, wetting the front of his shirt.

Pei Lingxuan stood quietly by, watching her husband and old friends give their instructions one by one, tears streaming down her face.

She was extremely sad, but also felt comforted that her husband had such loyal friends.

Wei Zheng's voice became softer and softer, and his breath became shallower and shallower, as if a slight breeze could blow it away.

"I can't bear to leave. I really can't bear to leave. I really want to see the future of the Tang Dynasty!"

His eyes revealed yearning, which was a beautiful vision of the future and a deep attachment to this land. At the last moment of his life, he was still concerned about the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of the Tang Dynasty.

Wei Zheng's hands began to adjust his collar, his movements slow and weak.

Then, he gently touched the edge of the quilt on the bed, looking ahead with empty eyes, as if he was lost in some deep memories, or as if he was saying his final goodbye to the world.

Li Shimin looked at Wei Zheng's sudden action, and his heart suddenly tightened. He called him softly from the side: "Xuancheng, Xuancheng! What are you doing?"

There was uneasiness in his voice. He was afraid that Wei Zheng would suddenly leave him and disappear in this vast world.

Wei Zheng remained unmoved, his eyes fixed blankly ahead. After touching the quilt, his hands waved in front of him continuously, as if he were sorting out a ball of invisible silk threads.

Seeing this scene, everyone's eyes turned red involuntarily, tears flowed freely, but they all tried hard not to cry out loud, for fear of disturbing Wei Zheng's final peace.

They looked at Wei Zheng quietly, and no one wanted to break this final tranquility. Time stopped at this moment, and the whole world was left with only Wei Zheng's slightly trembling hands and his gradually weakening breathing.

In this way, everyone watched Wei Zheng calmly for a minute. That minute seemed extremely long, but also seemed like just a moment, like the final countdown of life, and every second seemed so precious.

"Madam, Madam!" Wei Zheng's voice suddenly rang out, and the faint call woke everyone up.

Pei Lingxuan hurried forward and sat next to Wei Zheng.

Wei Zheng used his last bit of strength to lean into Pei Lingxuan's arms. Smelling the familiar and warm scent of his wife, he felt full of security, as if he had returned to those warm years.

Like a child, he slowly closed his eyes, a peaceful smile on his face. At this moment, he finally let go of all his worries and calmly faced the end of his life.

In his mind, his life experiences unfolded slowly like a series of colorful paintings.

From his lofty ambitions and high spirits in his youth to his uprightness and courage to speak out after becoming an official.

From the heated debates in the court to the hearty drinks and happy conversations with old friends.

From the hardships at the beginning of the Tang Dynasty to the current prosperity and peace.

Every picture is so clear, so precious, embedded in the depths of his memory like a shining star.

The last scene was the prosperous Tang Dynasty that he had imagined in his mind. It was an ideal country full of hope, prosperity, people living and working in peace and contentment, and people from all over the world came to pay tribute. He knew that His Majesty could definitely achieve it, but he would never see it again.

In the early summer of the sixth year of Qianwu, Wei Zheng, a great minister of remonstration, died peacefully in the arms of his wife Pei Lingxuan.

At that moment, the entire Tang Dynasty was in silence mourning the departure of this minister of remonstration.

His departure is like the falling of a star, but his spirit and achievements will be forever engraved in the long history of the Tang Dynasty and become a story passed down to future generations.

Wei Zheng of the Tang Dynasty, farewell.