From May to June, the summer heat rises suddenly almost in just a few days, the terrain of Daxing Palace is low, and the momentum is too rigid and heavy, Li Shimin's body and bones seem to be unbearable, and then there are old wounds, in the damp and stuffy weather, there is soreness everywhere, and he can't sleep peacefully for several nights. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Feng Yu of the Shang Pharmacy said several times, asking the sage to move to the Cuiwei Palace on the outskirts of the city to calm down and recuperate for a while, and the internal qi of the viscera is smoothed, and he may be able to survive it after winter.

He rested late, and Feng Ling naturally had to suffer more, and sometimes he didn't even go back to Zhaoqing Hall for dinner, so he used it with him in the Liangyi Palace. According to Ah Sheng, if the wind spirit is there, the saint can still use it more.

Li Shimin's eyesight was poor, and all the recitals that came up had to be read to him by Fengling. This situation is very familiar, she always recalls the situation when she was a child in Gangnam Province to study for her father, June is hot and humid, she misses the rainy season in Jiangnan more and more.

In the past two days, the rain gradually dissipated, and the sun was exposed for half a day, and the pomegranate flowers in the palace fell red to the ground after the wind and rain. Li Shimin was in good spirits and read the documents in the Liangyi Hall for a while.

The wind spirit circled around the outside of the Liangyi Hall and came in with the scent of flower dew all over his body. Li Shimin said with a smile: "As soon as you come, this dark and dark Liangyi Hall is bright. ”

"The saint thinks that the Liangyi Hall is drowsy, how can he experience the brightness outside just by looking at the wind spirit, why don't you move outside to sit, it is the season when the wind and fragrance are green, and the rain and heat are not heavy." The wind spirit persuaded diligently.

Ah Sheng followed and said yes, and he secretly expressed to Feng Ling: "Last night, after the good news, the city of Goryeo was besieged, and the 30,000 Goryeo army was defeated. In the past few days, the army wants to return to the court, taking advantage of the happiness of the saint's heart, I have to persuade him to move to Cuiwei Palace, and there is an East Palace here horizontally and vertically, and there is nothing wrong. ”

The wind spirit ordered people to open the doors of the two yi halls, and a beam of light penetrated from the outside, and the two yi halls had never seen the sun since Li Shimin's illness, and the brilliance of the half hall at this time was particularly attractive.

Li Shimin raised his arm to block the light that rushed straight to him: "It's really bright." ”

Several inner eunuchs slowly turned out of the Liangyi Hall with their chariots, and went to the flower garden of the inner garden where the flowers and trees were sparse.

Li Shimin suddenly said to the inner supervisor who was carrying it: "Go to Chengtianmen and go up to the city tower." I haven't seen this Tang River and Mountain for a long time. ”

Chengtianmen is the highest section of the wall in the imperial city, when the sky is good, the top overlooks, the whole Chang'an City seems to step under the foot. It's just that the stone stairs are steep, and the chariot can't be lifted, so if you want to go up, you have to climb up step by step with your legs. Ordinary people are still so tired that they have to climb it, not to mention that Li Shimin is weak and weak, and he can't take a few steps to walk on the ground.

The inner prisoners looked at the wind spirit in embarrassment, they did not dare to disobey the order, let alone damage the Holy Body.

The Wind Spirit nodded, motioning for them to go. She made up her mind that if the saint was physically exhausted, she would order people to take turns to carry him upstairs to watch.

On the stone stairs of Chengtianmen Tower, Li Shimin did not allow anyone to come forward to carry him after all. As if going to the battlement of the city wall to look at the vast country is a pilgrimage, teaching people to carry it on their backs can not show his sincerity, so he slowly climbed the tower step by step with the support of the wind spirit, stopped seven or eight times halfway, and broke out in a lot of cold sweat.

This is the second time that the wind spirit has stood here overlooking Chang'an City, the scenery is the same, and the wind blowing through the battlement has not changed much, but the mood is very different. Although the Son of Heaven beside him last time was also recovering from a serious illness, he was still prosperous in spring and autumn, and the momentum above the mountains and rivers was also there, and he was afraid of the wind and spirit. At present, his body bones are more straightforward, there is no more kingly spirit, although the wind spirit still respects him, but because he sees through the loneliness in his twilight, he is no longer afraid of him, but has added a closer touch.

Li Shimin stood silently at the battlement of the city wall for a long time, his eyes sweeping, as if he was caressing his country inch by inch. "The last time I asked you what you saw here, do you remember?" He looked from afar and asked leisurely.

The Wind Spirit took a half-step forward and followed his gaze. "I remember, the wind spirit said that he saw the money that was circulating day and night, and the saint smiled."

"You're right, I'm laughing at you." Li Shimin didn't laugh when he spoke, but his beard couldn't help curling upward.

After a while, he smiled again and looked at Chang'an City under the city wall, as if he wanted to cover it under his palm. "The Tang Dynasty stretches for thousands of miles, I have killed tens of thousands of people for it, annihilated the usual, lost the loved one, and never had half of the regret in the past, but when I woke up at midnight recently, there was always a thought in my heart. If I had not coveted it in the past, and had not robbed it, and given it away, those who had died for it might still be there today. ”

After a pause, he said again: "Yinghua should also have a lot of gray hair." He spoke very slowly, and let out a long sigh that stretched out from his chest, as if it touched his dull pain.

"The saints want to do what those who have long gone, and the wind spirits also have some old people who do not want to see them leave, even if they think about it every day and think about it all the time, they can't call them back, and it only adds to their sadness." Feng Ling didn't want to listen to his heroic shortness of breath, and comforted: "And in this country, if the saint doesn't sit, someone else will sit, and there will be fewer people because of a different person to sit, and maybe the world will be ruined." ”

Li Shimin was silent for a long time, and then smiled again, "You think clearly, at your age, when I was the most brave and competitive, I didn't pay attention to these truths at all, and I was not as wise as you." ”

"Feng Ling is ashamed, since he started to know things, his heart is full of money and vulgar things, how dare he call it Linghui. In the past, in the Thousand Buddha Cave outside Shazhou City, I was fortunate to participate in Master Xuanzang's Dharma meeting, and got the Master's suggestion, such as Daigo empowerment, which was a little clear. ”

"Master Xuanzang......" Li Shimin muttered repeatedly.

Feng Ling remembered Ah Sheng's entrustment, and took the opportunity to ask: "Master Xuanzang should be translating the scriptures in Cuiwei Palace now?" Why don't the saints go to Cuiwei Palace to raise them for a few days, or participate in some meditation opportunities with the master. The mage is really a virtuous monk, and his words penetrate the dust of his heart, such as the Bodhi Lingjing Table. ”

"Let's go a while." Li Shimin turned to the east, pointed to the looming East Market, and asked, "Can you still use the left and right guards that I borrowed from you a few days ago?" What clues were found in those account books that were copied? ”

The wind spirit pouted and said, "How does the saint know that the wind spirit is looking for strange things in the account book?" ”

Li Shimin smiled indifferently: "You copied Yang Shufei's mansion, but you can't find a connection with the other ones on the surface, presumably those are the ones you want to seal and investigate, Yang Shufei's mansion is just a foil, so as not to teach people to say that you are unfair, but this meaning is in it?" ”