Chang'an.

Before the morning drum could be beaten, the sound of thousands of horses galloping like thunder sounded in the Tai Chi Palace.

The bow is full of strings, and hundreds of feather arrows pierced the night sky at dawn. With the sound of breaking the wind, they shot on the target in the direction of the sun, making neat and orderly. With a trembling sound, there was no noise. When I looked again, there was no one off the target when the hundreds of people were on the horse's back at high speed.

"good!"

With a loud shout, a young man in yellow robe rushed out of the crowd, a curly hairy sweat-blooded horse under his crotch, holding a large bow that was more than one person tall, facing the row of targets that everyone had just shot. His right hand was like a phantom, and he kept firing nine arrows. The arrows were like thunderbolts, and then he heard several sounds of thunder. The nine arrows actually shot the center of the nine targets respectively.

The sun rises.

"Saint's Divine Arrow!" "Saint's Divine Arrow!"

The young man was obviously in a good mood and said, "You are good today, and everyone will give you a piece of silk."

This young man was the saint of the dynasty, and historians called Li Shimin, the emperor of the ages.

Every day before dawn, Li Shimin would get up and leave the gentle land of the harem, and come to Xiande Hall to train soldiers. This is an ambitious emperor. It seems that he is the only emperor who has personally trained soldiers in the palace for thousands of years. This one alone shows the mind and courage of the emperor for the ages.

This is also the reason why he never worried about Li Jing and others' bad intentions. The number one general in the Tang Dynasty has always been himself. These soldiers trained by him will transform into a regiment training captain in the first place. The loyalty to him is very high. Therefore, even if Li Jing and Li Ji and others have made great contributions to destroying the country several times, they have never been able to do anything to shock the master.

After shooting the arrow, Li Shimin was in a good mood. The eunuch beside him hurriedly served and put on a robe and said, "Everyone, it's time to go to court."

Li Shimin walked to a palace maid holding a copper basin and reached in to wash his face. He went to get rid of the heat. He pulled a scarf and wiped it all over his face, and threw it in the eunuch's arms. He walked slowly towards the Tai Chi Hall with the sound of the morning drum that woke the people of Chang'an in the morning.

Behind him, the rising sun stretched his shadow for a long time, and his resolute face seemed to have some golden light stained.

To be honest, the emperor Li Shimin is regarded as an emperor in the past two years, and it is to describe it in one word, that is, life is worse than death.

I got up before dawn in the morning to practice with the soldiers and went to court after dawn. Because of the disaster, the center's workload was very large. It would be nice to have a meeting until noon. At noon, I had to have a small meeting with the prime ministers while having dinner. After the meeting was over, I had to review the memorials. When everything was done, I didn't even have time for Queen Gen, because I had to get up early to practice troops tomorrow.

There is nothing I can do about this. After being a emperor for more than a year, he has not stopped for a day. First, the Turks came to bully him, but later, it did not rain. The people lived a worse life than during the Sui Dynasty. They had nightmares every night when they went to bed. When they were awake, they were extremely diligent and conscientious, for fear that they would become Yang Guangsei if they accidentally became.

To a certain extent, this is how the prosperous era of Zhenguan was forced out.

In the hall, all civil and military officials started to make noise again. They were obviously important officials of the country, and their rhetoric in the streets were sometimes much more vulgar than those of the aunts who bought vegetables in the market. This also made Li Shimin's temples hurt, but he got used to it.

First, everyone was born in a rough family when founding the country and conquering the world. Second, these were all the robes of Li Shimin's life and death, so he couldn't put on airs.

But the most critical reason is poverty.

It was just founded that the country had no wealth, and the gold foil in the national treasury was given to Jie Li Khan. If you catch up with such a major disaster, it was just a rainy night.

Because of poverty, the conflict between civil and military officials was extremely sharp, especially after destroying Liang Shidu, there was finally some seizure. The military generals advocated training of troops, while civil officials advocated disaster relief. Anyway, it was the husband who said that the mother was right and the woman was right. In general, the military generals could not argue with civil officials. In the end, it was either Cheng Yaojin or Yuchi. There was always someone who couldn't help but curse her first, and then it became like this.

It was like this every time. Li Shimin couldn't stop not standing up and slapping the table and cursing her mother. Sometimes he doubted why he had put so much effort into robbing the throne.

God actually left a glimmer of life for the Tang Dynasty. The natural disasters here, but the disasters in the Eastern Turks were actually even more serious. In this way, it was a great opportunity for the Tang Dynasty to actively prepare for war. The king and his ministers were holding on. Li Shimin even regarded the shame of the Wei River as a great humiliation. He was also an emperor at the horse, so the balance in his heart was actually quite inclined to the military. The Liang Shidu’s seizure was not too much, but another horse farm could be built.

Everyone is so familiar with each other, who doesn’t know who? Fang Xuanling took advantage of Li Shimin’s failure to speak and quickly stood up and said, “I have something to report.”

"speak."

"I heard that among the Luoyang victims, there are now two leaders, one big and one small. The big one is Xu Jie, who is a group of troops from Zuo Xiaowei, and the little one is Qin Hao, but he is a storyteller, and his identity is still being investigated."

Li Shimin was stunned and couldn't sit still. He hurriedly asked, "How large is it? How prestige is for the two of them?"

"After the saint, until three days ago, the number of disaster victims following these two people reached 50,000, of which about 20,000 were young and strong. The leader Xu Jie absorbed almost a thousand soldiers to help maintain order. Sometimes he also punished evil and promoted good, and was highly respected among the victims."

Li Shimin's face turned green all of a sudden. He had more than 20,000 green and strong men and more than 1,000 soldiers in the palace. This force was probably enough to fight Luoyang, so he couldn't help but become cautious.

"If I assassinate him with hundreds of cavalry, what do you think?"

Before Fang Xuanling could speak, Wei Zheng jumped out and shouted: "I don't know what crimes these two people have committed, why they were killed for no reason. If they are guilty, why don't they arrest them and hand them over to Dali Temple for interrogation."

As he said that, Wei Zheng's eyes widened, his face flushed, and his veins were swelling. He even took a step forward and squirted at Li Shimin: "Sage, I have heard of these two people. Xu Jie was a meritorious minister in the battle against Liang Shidu. However, because the national treasury was empty and he had not received any reward, he took his mother and young brother to Luoyang for food. Because he couldn't stand the bullies and hooligans on the road, he gathered some soldiers and taught them a lesson. Because he was full of narrow-mindedness, he was respected by the disaster victims as the master. The hero served the country but fled to fleeing famine. This was a shame for the court. Should he be punished for his narrow-mindedness? Such black and white are unknown, and even Jie and Zhou have never heard of it."

"Then Qin Hao, who was only twelve or thirteen years old, fled to famine with some half-old children. He made some money on storytelling along the way, but he used it to save the same-large orphans. Therefore, although he was young, he was also respected by the victims. The victims all claimed that he was of great virtue. I don't know why the saints would punish this virtuous person without teaching?"

Li Shimin was choked and couldn't even say a word. He looked at Wei Zheng's indignation and felt a little ashamed.
Chapter completed!