In the twenty-third year of Zhenguan, the high-spirited Li Shimin finally couldn't move anymore!
At this time, I was lying quietly on the bed, still remembering that year when I joined the army in Yanmen and started a legendary life.
Until the Xuanwu Revolution, which changed the Yuan Dynasty to Zhenguan, I destroyed the Turks, conquered Tuyuhun, trampled on Xue Yantuo, and conquered Gaochang.
If the sky gives me another ten years, I will let the Tang Dynasty compete with the sky. Time passes slowly, and I finally can't bear it any longer, and my memory becomes increasingly blurred.
As for whether Xuanwu was right or wrong, killing his brother and usurping the throne, let future generations comment.
At the last moment of my life, how much I want to open my eyes and take a look at this great country. This is the land I conquered, but I haven't fully appreciated it yet.
Next to my ears were the cries of the eunuchs, maids, ministers, princes, and grandsons. My eyelids were getting more and more tired, and finally I couldn't bear it anymore. The voices in my ears were getting smaller and smaller at this moment... Getting smaller and smaller...
"Emperor Taizong's dragon controls the funeral sky!!!"
