Stir-fried Datang: The Strongest Daughter

Chapter 357

Li Yuanchang, king of the Han Dynasty, was kicked by Li Eryi like a ball and rolled away. A heart-piercing cry came, "Ah! Second brother, please spare me! My brother is wrong!"

Yang Xiaoran looked at the King of Han with some sympathy, this was really a disaster for no reason.

"Second, Erlang..."

Just as the King of Han crawled back and was about to embrace Li Er's feet to repent, Li Yuan on the bed suddenly woke up slowly.Everyone's heart trembled, and they hurriedly looked towards the bed.

Li Er turned around excitedly, grabbed the old father's hand, and said, "Father, are you awake? Great, Feng Yu, Feng Yu..."

Li Yuan struggled to raise his hand to hold Li Er's hand instead, and said, "No, there's no need... I, I seem to have seen your grandfather just now."

As if aware that he was dying, what Li Yuan said was very sad.

Yang Xiaoran looked at Li Yuan on the bed, full of thoughts.

Thinking of the little things the two got along with, she lowered her head, not wanting to let tears fall, she was afraid that she would lose control of her emotions.

Compared with Li Er, Li Yuan treated her better with a lot less purpose.Sometimes she feels like an ordinary grandpa, kind and kind.

In the past two years of being married to the royal family, Li Chengqian and Li Chengqian would often go to his palace to play for a while. Only there, there were fewer conflicts of interest, so they could remove all responsibilities and masks, and they could easily chat with Li Yuan, and even have a chat. Ensemble.

Li Yuan...

The founder of the Great Tang Dynasty is now lying weakly on the bed.Who could have imagined his heroic spirit and vigorous posture back then? !

It is indeed a sad thing that the hero is late.

After holding back for a long time, she finally couldn't hold back, tears dripped on the back of her hand, burning her heart.

For a moment, she even had the urge to try it with the golden lotus seeds of space.But reason is telling her that she can't!
This was the last resort for their family to save their lives. Once the golden lotus seeds were exposed, it would also mean the exposure of the space. She didn't know what would happen to her if Li Er found out about such things.But she only understood one thing, such things must not let anyone know.All those who know this will either be imprisoned in the space for a lifetime, or there will only be one end: death!
And whether the golden lotus seed can save Li Yuan is still unknown.

Yes, Li Yuan treated her very well, just like his own grandfather!But she is a selfish person, or maybe her relationship with Li Yuan is not deep enough for her to take this risk.It's true that the eldest grandson died after Li Yuan, but compared to the protection of these two, Yang Xiaoran felt that there was no space to be safe.

For a moment, the battle between heaven and man made Yang Xiaoran fall into deep conflict, entanglement and pain.

Emotion and reason pulled left and right, like a saw, sharpening at the tip of her heart, making her miserable.

Li Yuan on the bed was breathing more and more quickly, but he was still holding on, as if he had a last word to say.Even he himself knew that his life had come to an end.

"Second, Erlang, let them, let them all back down, I, I have something to tell you..."

With tears in his eyes, Li Shimin waved his hand to signal everyone to back down.

Everyone retreated outside the hall, and the heavy door of Ganlu Hall made a "creak, creak" sound under the push of the small yellow door, as if it had also come to the end of its life, and the sound of interference penetrated people's eardrums , It makes people feel tight and uncomfortable.

The door was closed.

A group of courtiers gathered around and asked anxiously: "Empress, how is the Supreme Emperor?"

The eldest grandson's eyes were a little dull, and he remained silent for a long time.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh.

This sigh was full of too many unknown emotions, and no one knew how much meaning was contained in the sigh of the eldest grandson.

But the safety of the Supreme Emperor was reflected in this sigh.

The faces of all the ministers became ugly.Anxiety condensed in the air, slowly forming a huge, invisible cage, which deeply bound everyone in it, tightening it tighter and tighter, only to feel sadness coming from all directions, like invisible threads entangled The throats and hearts of the people made them breathless.

Many of these ministers are veterans who were promoted by Li Yuan when he was in charge.Although no one was loyal to his old man to the end, he surrendered to Li Er.But the kindness of Bole back then is still there, and coupled with the guilt in his heart, after hearing the queen's sigh, they couldn't control their emotions and burst into tears on the spot.

Emotions are contagious, and it didn't take long before I heard suppressed sobbing one after another.

Yang Xiaoran stood aside silently, looking up at the sky.

The summer sky is always clear.On rainless and cloudless days, you can always see the bright moon in the sky at night.Today is May [-]th, the Dragon Boat Festival, but such a thing happened on a good day.

Looking at the bright moon, Yang Xiaoran couldn't help thinking of the origin of the Dragon Boat Festival.Thinking about how many heroes throughout the ages have been like me, looking at the bright moon in the sky with melancholy like this moment, the unknown destiny is like the invisible road sign ahead, and I am like the car driving on the dark highway. In the car, the lights suddenly went out, and everything in front became dark.

The bright moon hangs lonely in the sky, her light dims most of the stars, and in the velvety night, there is only the bright moon.

A cloud drifted over, and Yang Xiaoran watched helplessly as the bright moon gradually faded away...

sky……

It's going to change!
I don't know how long it took, Li Shimin's heart-piercing cries suddenly came from the Ganlu Hall, and everyone's hearts were lifted to their throats.

Li Shimin's voice was extremely sorrowful, like a wounded wild animal. The hissing sound spread far away, far away, and disappeared at the end of many palaces, and then came back again. Beating at the bottom of my heart, the bright moon sank completely, darkness enveloped the earth, and the nightingales in the distance sang and went away, as if lamenting the end of an era one by one.

With a "creak", the door opened.

Li Shimin's figure appeared in front of the door, and Yang Xiaoran felt that his tall and straight figure seemed to have become stooped at this moment, and the complex emotions in his eyes made her unable to understand.

Li Shimin looked at the crowds of people outside, and then raised his head to the sky and let out a long sigh. The voice without any emotion drifted from far and near, which made people feel a little unreal.

"The Supreme Emperor, the funeral..."

The air froze, and before everyone could react, a hysterical voice full of sorrow suddenly sounded, "Father! My son is not filial!"

Li Shimin's figure became shorter, and tears dripped down his chiseled cheeks. As he knelt down, the tears fell to the ground, and instantly disappeared on the floor in front of Ganlu Hall.

After a brief pause, there was a loud cry, and the ancient bell on the Chengtian Gate rang, one by one, startling the people of Chang'an who were still indulging in the joy of the festival.

Li Yuan's era is over, this time it is completely over.

The Tang Dynasty turned white overnight, and sorrow filled the country.

At the funeral, Yang Xiaoran was wearing a white mourning dress, kneeling in Li Yuan's mourning hall, with the three children hugged by her in front of her chest. Li Chengqian had cried and passed out several times, and Li Er was still in a coma. Yang Xiaoran looked at these crying children with cold eyes. A sad person suddenly feels worthless for Li Yuan lying in the coffin.

A person dies like a lamp goes out, and when he is alive, many people ignore him.Now that a person is dead, he can't hear or feel anything, so who will he cry like this?
Among these people, except for the King of Han who was really sad with his husband, how much real affection do the others have for the founder of Datang?

Li Er may have, after all, he is his father.But he should be more relieved, right?

No matter how the relationship eased, the crack in his heart could never be healed. Every time he saw Li Yuan, the crack would hurt faintly, reminding him of what he had done to his old father.

Now, the old man is gone.

He no longer has to face the complex eyes of his old father when he looks at him, and he doesn't need to keep proving to his father that he is better than his brother. While he is relieved, maybe he is also sad, just like a person who always wants to be recognized by his parents My child, I suddenly lost my direction, and I don't know where to work hard in the future.

The cries were still ringing in his ears, and Li Er, who woke up, insisted on continuing to watch the spirit. Amidst the compliments from the courtiers, Yang Xiaoran seemed to see Li Yuan in the coffin smiling.

That smile was complex: sad and relieved.

Rubbing his eyes again, Li Yuan still had his eyes closed, without any change.

Is this the home of heaven?

Yang Xiaoran asked himself in his heart.

Involuntarily looking down at his three children.

Will I become like this in the future?In order to achieve a great era, so all emotions can be discarded?
No one knows what Li Yuan said to Li Shimin at the last time, and how it changed the court situation.

In the day and night efforts of monks and Taoists, Li Yuan's coffin was carried out of Chengtian Gate 49 days later, and headed for Sanyuan County along Zhuque Street amidst the cries and worship of the common people.

That would be the old man's final home. The Xianling Mausoleum, which had been completed a long time ago, was luxurious and magnificent, but there was no one else there except an old wife waiting for him.

Li Yuan, the founder of the Great Tang Empire, observed calmly in the chaotic world. Among the princes from all walks of life, the Great Tang Dynasty was the weakest one.But he relied on his composure, forbearance and patience, and finally defeated the strong with the weak, ending the chaotic world.

The brilliance of the son is too dazzling. When we mention the Tang Dynasty, what we can think of is his openness and tolerance; we can think of the reign of Li Shimin, the emperor of the ages, the short-term rule of Wu Zetian, and the ensuing prosperity of Kaiyuan , Tang Minghuang Li Longji and Yang Guifei linger. The sad and beautiful love...

The Tang Dynasty has too many things that future generations will miss.The powerful Bingfeng, the cultural treasure of the [-] Tang poems, and the gorgeous and elegant calligraphy, but few people think of Li Yuan.

This old man who just passed away.

It was he who created the Tang Dynasty with one hand, and created this era that future generations will be proud of.

With Li Yuan gone, the wheel of history is still stubbornly returning to its proper track with his irreversible inertia.

This is the end of one era and the real beginning of another.

In the 11th year of Zhenguan, 637 AD, on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, Li Yuan collapsed!
Volume [-] Finale
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