Time seems to be passing faster and faster.

Li Shimin took Qing'er in the Lingyan Pavilion, telling the deeds of the founding heroes on the portraits one by one, recalling the appearance of his eventful years, as if it was still yesterday, but in the blink of an eye, this dynasty is already his first seven.

In history, it was 23 years of Zhenguan, but now it is 38 years of Zhenguan. Li Shimin lived for fifteen more years, and the name Zhenguan existed for fifteen more years.

In the original history, Li Shimin was 52 years old, and now he has lived to be 77 years old, which is not bad.

Xia Hongsheng silently listened to the sacrifice and told all the great achievements of Li Shimin's life, but he didn't feel melancholy in his heart.

After the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, I will become more and more indifferent to this kind of thing.

It's just that the whole country mourns, and in the end it makes people's hearts heavy. Even the sky was overcast for a long time, and it began to rain even more.

After Li Chengqian swore to "Emperor Fan", he became the third emperor of the Tang Dynasty.

At the first court meeting after succeeding to the throne, Xia Hongsheng must attend.

The first thing Li Chengqian did when he sat down was to announce that from now on, the first year of Wude would be the first year of the Tang Dynasty, and the following years would be pushed year by year, and this year would be the forty-sixth year of the Tang Dynasty.

The second thing is to announce that the royal descendants will study from Jingyang Academy in the future.

The third thing is to announce that the official researchers in the research institute of Jingyang Academy are all officials of the imperial court, and they are between the seventh rank and the sixth grade. According to their research contributions, they will be promoted and knighted.

The fourth thing is to promote Xia Hong to the king.

Everything went according to plan, and life went on.

Li Tai has made great progress in the study of generators, but the greater progress lies in the internal combustion engine. Xia Hongsheng felt that he might be able to catch up with a Datang car.

Almost sixty years old!

Xia Hongsheng was lying on a bamboo chair blowing the refreshing breeze of the summer night, Yuexian was shaking a fan for him next to him, and Li Lizhi was telling his grandson a picture album. Xu Hui held her chin and listened to the side, while Youji was peeling a pomegranate for Xia Hongsheng.

It's great that people are still there.

The refreshing breeze carried the summer sleep, Xia Hongsheng's eyes squinted, and he fell asleep.

It was as if many years had passed.

As soon as I opened my eyes, the research institute really came up with an internal combustion engine.

In addition to the internal combustion engine, there is also wired electricity.

"Qingque'er, eat hot pot tonight." Xia Hongsheng took the microphone and said casually.

"Seriously, what about this test call." Li Tai's voice came from the other end, and said, "It's weirdly cold, the hot pot is so wow!" ”

On both ends of the phone, they heard cheers from the other side, Xia Hongsheng and Li Tai smiled and put down the phone and got together.

The hot pot is hot, the hot steam, and the spicy taste dispel the cold of the harsh winter and take away the time.

Xia Hongsheng doesn't like to move more and more, and he has the most in it every day, that is, he walks around the academy.

Li Chengqian's body is not very good, and the things in the court are up to Li Ju to make ideas and deal with them, so as to lay a good foundation for the future.

The two of them like to bask in the sun in Jingyang Academy, and then look at Li Taihao, who is too busy, to gloat.

Li Ke helped Li Ju in the DPRK and China, he has been engaged in the economy all his life, and now he is a representative of the bourgeois nouveau riche. It's also very busy.

The bourgeoisie has risen, although it is not in name, but in fact the Tang Dynasty has already begun to carry out bourgeois reforms.

Thanks to the change in consciousness from above, the reform carried out from above will avoid bloodshed.

In the future, this series of measures will be called the Glorious Revolution in the history books?

Xia Hongsheng grinned, Datang must not claim that the sun never sets, otherwise if it falls in the future, how loud will this face be?

The day is long and the fly is light.

The days are getting longer and longer, and there are flying flakes in the sky again.

It's not known how many summers we've had.

Xia Hongsheng, as well as his wife, haven't been out of Jingyang Academy for a long time.

Today, however, it is an exception.

If Li Chengqian is going to die, Xia Hongsheng must go to see him for the last time.

Xia Hongsheng went with Li Tai. In the car, Li Tai was silent all the way, and when he was about to enter Chang'an City, he suddenly sighed: "Brother Sheng, we are all old!" ”

Xia Hongsheng squinted his eyes all the way and opened them hard, glanced at Li Tai, and said, "What brother is Sheng, I am now your uncle!" ”

In the palace, Li Chengqian was already dying.

explained the aftermath, and the last sentence was left to Xia Hongsheng: "Brother Sheng, I'll take a step first, and you can greet this Tang Dynasty more in the future!" ”

Xia Hongsheng scolded with a smile: "Say hello, I don't have many days, you take a step first, lay the foundation, and when I go down, you can continue to eat and wait for death." ”

"Go, too! Go too! Li Chengqian laughed, and suddenly the laughter stopped abruptly.

Xia Hongsheng's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but shed a line of old tears.

One by two, they're all gone!

All gone!

Who can survive time?

The stubble on the streets of Chang'an has changed one after another, and it is no longer the people of the past.

Xia Hongsheng's coffin for himself has also been prepared.

Datang has changed too much. Xia Hongsheng sat in the car seat and looked out the window. Street lights are being installed there, and in a few months, Chang'an will become the world's first city that never sleeps.

The new emperor gave Xia Hongsheng the title of saint, but for Xia Hongsheng, it was far less exciting than when he got the title of Emperor Zhenguan. The only thing that can make some waves in Xia Hongsheng's heart is the thought of "Lao Tzu is alive and sanctified".

"Qi Yong, go back to the academy!" Xia Hongsheng said to the front.

The driver turned his head and said, "Lord Wang, you are wrong again, my father has been gone for more than ten years!" ”

Xia Hongsheng closed his eyes and stopped talking.

The moon is cold and the day is warm, come to fry life.

Back in Jingyang, Xia Hongsheng handed over all his manuscripts to the research institute. There's something in there that's been realized, but there's so much more, it's shocking.

Xia Hongsheng came to the back mountain and spent a day, until the beginning of the moonlight, and finally stood in front of Li Gang's clothed mound.

The words he had given Li Gang to see him off were engraved on the tablet and erected next to it.

One other door changed the fire three times, and the end of the world stepped on the red dust. Still smiling as spring warmth. There is no wave of the real ancient well, and there is a festival of autumn yun.

The melancholy lonely sail was sent overnight, sending off the light moon and clouds. Don't use your eyebrows before honoring. Life is like a reverse journey, and I am also a pedestrian.

Life is like a reverse journey, and I am also a pedestrian.

Life is like a moving train, there will be many stations on the way, and no one can accompany anyone to finish the journey from beginning to end. You'll see people coming and going, up and down. Luckily, there will always be someone who will accompany you on a journey and through some stories. When the person is about to get off the train, even if he is reluctant, he should be grateful, and then wave goodbye and walk to his terminal.

A train passed in the distance, streaking a trail at the end of the line of sight.

……

Where to go? It's so late,

Beautiful train, lonely train?

Misery is the sound of your whistle,

Many things are recalled.

Why shouldn't I wave a handkerchief?

The passengers are more or less related to me.

Go, and may you have a safe journey,

The bridges are strong, and the tunnels are bright.

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