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

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons cycle, birth, old age, sickness and death, are the inevitable fate of all things in the world.

From the moment he ascended the throne, Li Chengqian knew clearly that one day, these founding fathers who had made great contributions to the establishment of the Tang Dynasty would wither and die one after another like autumn leaves.

Although he was an emperor and possessed supreme power and status, he was powerless to fight against the ruthless years and could not stop the disappearance of life, just as he could not stop the sun hanging high in the sky from moving.

As old people gradually leave, new people will inevitably emerge. This is the inevitable law of historical development.

Li Chengqian, however, has always been a man who cherishes old times.

In his heart, these founding fathers are not only his subjects, but also elders who have walked through the ups and downs with him.

If one day, Datang can no longer see these familiar faces or hear their voices, then Datang will seem to have lost some of its unique charm and will no longer be the passionate and hot-blooded Datang that he imagined.

On this day, the wind was cold and blew the snow on the ground.

Zhang Xianhuai and Qin Ruzhao carried the gifts carefully prepared by His Majesty and followed Li Chengqian respectfully to the nursing home to visit those heroes who dedicated their lives to the Tang Dynasty.

Along the way, Li Chengqian was in a very heavy mood. He was looking forward to meeting the old ministers, but he was also worried about seeing their old and weak appearance.

When they arrived at the residences of Cheng Yaojin, Yuchi Jingde, Li Ji and others, they saw that the old generals were in good spirits, still able to eat and drink happily, and even enjoyed the pleasure of foot washing with great interest. Li Chengqian couldn't help feeling a little relieved.

Li Shimin's physical condition was still relatively good. Although Wei Zheng's departure made him depressed for a while, fortunately he still had his grandchildren around him, which added some joy to his life and made him feel the comfort of family love in this cold winter.

What Li Chengqian was most worried about were Fang Xuanling and Li Jing.

Especially Li Jing, in the short one year since he returned from the battle in the Western Regions, it seemed as if time had severely drained away his energy and spirit, and his aging speed was alarming.

His once upright figure has now become hunched, his once sharp eyes have become dull, and he looks extremely haggard.

The same is true for Fang Xuanling. His former wisdom has now been worn away by the years, leaving only a weak body and a tired heart.

What worried Li Chengqian the most was that it was the middle of winter, the weather was extremely cold, and there were heavy snowflakes falling in the morning.

For these elderly and frail people, winter is undoubtedly the most difficult season of the year.

Although their residence was supplied with the highest quality beast gold charcoal at all times and the fire in the stove was burning brightly, trying its best to drive away the cold, Li Chengqian still couldn't help but worry about whether they could safely survive this long winter.

The frost and snow of time are extremely cruel to these old people. Every cold night and every biting snowstorm may become a difficult hurdle in their lives.

Li Jing's house was quite spacious, and the courtyard was covered with snow, a silvery white.

When Li Chengqian and his party arrived, a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of Hong Funu, who was about to enter her old age. She did not say anything, but just bowed quietly. Her action revealed a bit of restraint that came with the passage of time.

Li Chengqian nodded slightly, then took Zhang Xianhuai and Qin Ruzhao and slowly walked into Li Jing's bedroom.

The bedroom was warm as spring, the fire was burning brightly, making crackling sounds.

Li Jing was lying on the bed, his back leaning against a soft cushion, a pair of reading glasses on his nose, and a book in his hands, reading attentively.

Hearing the sound of someone coming in, Li Jing raised his head. When he saw that it was Li Chengqian, his first reaction was to struggle to get out of bed and salute. Although his movements were slow, they still showed the efficiency of a soldier.

Li Chengqian saw this and quickly stepped forward, extending his hand to stop him, saying, "Pharmacist, no need to be so polite. I miss you and came to see you specially!"

When Li Jing heard Li Chengqian's caring words, a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He smiled and said with some self-mockery, "Your Majesty, I am sorry for your concern. I am old and useless now. I am bedridden and cannot share your worries. I am truly ashamed, ashamed!"

Li Chengqian gently waved his hand and said, "Pharmacist, what are you talking about? You are the military god of our Tang Dynasty, and you have made great military achievements for the Tang Dynasty. This time I came, but I brought you something good!"