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

Chang'an, this ancient and prosperous capital, is still bustling in the cold wind at the end of the year.

The streets and alleys are hung with big red lanterns, and the hawkers' cries are heard one after another, mixed with the aroma of roasted chestnuts and candied haws, filling the air.

In the last few days of the tenth year of Qianwu, people were preparing for the upcoming New Year. However, there would be no New Year's Day celebration this year, which made the entire Chang'an less grand and noisy.

Zhang Xianhuai, the commander-in-chief of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, was carrying bags of New Year's goods and parting ways with his good friend Qin Ruzhao in this busy crowd.

He stood tall and straight, dressed in black, standing out from the crowd. His experience today was truly unbelievable to him.

"Today is really strange!"

Zhang Xianhuai muttered to himself as he walked.

Just now, they met the national master Yuan Tiangang.

Yuan Tiangang was a well-known figure in Chang'an City. He had a white beard and deep eyes. He usually looked like an immortal, but today he seemed a little crazy.

Including his apprentice Li Chunfeng and Zhang Xuanwei.

These three people are really outrageous.

Yuan Tiangang, his apprentice and Zhang Xuanwei were standing on Zhuque Street, holding two worn bags in their hands. When they saw Zhang Xianhuai and Qin Ruzhao, they rushed over as if they had found a life-saving straw.

"Why is there no New Year's Day celebration this year?"

Yuan Tiangang's voice was a little anxious and was particularly loud in the noisy street.

He held Zhang Xianhuai's arm tightly, his eyes full of confusion.

Zhang Xianhuai and Qin Ruzhao were caught off guard by this sudden questioning. They looked at each other with a confused look on their faces.

Before they could speak, Yuan Tiangang continued, "Hasn't there been a New Year's Day celebration in the past ten years of Qianwu? Without a New Year's Day celebration, what use would we have for this bag?"

Zhang Xianhuai looked at Yuan Tiangang's serious expression and felt helpless.

He tried to break free from Yuan Tiangang's hand, but found that the old man was surprisingly strong.

"National Master, what are you doing..."

Just as Zhang Xianhuai was about to ask, Yuan Tiangang turned to Qin Ruzhao and continued to repeat his question.

Qin Ruzhao was also embarrassed and could only smile and say, "National Master, we can't make the decision on this New Year's Day celebration."

But Yuan Tiangang seemed not to hear them, and still pulled the two of them, constantly asking them to report to the emperor and hold the New Year's Day ceremony.

Zhang Xianhuai secretly groaned in his heart. As the commander-in-chief of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, he was responsible for intelligence and supervision matters on a daily basis. Although his relationship in the court could not be considered bad, it was definitely not good.

Apart from a few former classmates, his only real friends were Qin Ruzhao and Xue Rengui.

Normally, everyone avoids him, but unexpectedly, today he would be pestered by Yuan Tiangang, the national teacher.

It was New Year's Day, so Zhang Xianhuai couldn't be too rude to Yuan Tiangang. After all, he was the imperial teacher and was old.

In desperation, he and Qin Ruzhao accompanied Yuan Tiangang in a quarrel. This quarrel lasted until it was getting dark and the number of people on the street was decreasing.

Finally, Zhang Xianhuai found an excuse to get rid of Yuan Tiangang and hurried home.

When he arrived at the door carrying large and small bags of things, he was already out of breath.

He looked up and saw that the door of his bedroom was half open. Li Xueyan, wearing a white fox fur, was leaning against the door frame.

The high slit of her white fox fur coat revealed her slender thighs, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Hey, isn't this Zhang Lang? Are you willing to go home to see my wife who has been with you through thick and thin?"

Li Xueyan's voice was a little teasing, and her face seemed to be smiling.

As soon as Zhang Xianhuai saw Li Xueyan's appearance, his face turned red. He quickly lowered his head, not daring to look directly into his wife's eyes.

"Yan'er, what are you doing! The child is still at home! Put it down! Put your legs down! Put your robe down too!"