Sip wine by the river and compose poems across the river.
How happy is it to travel eight thousand miles? A river of spring water flows eastward.
Just like a branch of red apricot coming out of the wall.
This was not because Li Shimin forced him into the palace in the ninth year of Wude, so he broke through the Xuanwu Gate and broke into the Taiji Hall. Under the thunder, the clouds are calm and the wind is gentle.
"It's called Yin if you can't hide it. If you don't govern the country clearly, it's called Yin. If your feelings are not exhausted, it's called Yin. If you give it to the prince, it will be built."
Finally, he erased that evil posthumous title, a hidden word, in an attempt to write down his whole life.
"Father, I am enough."
What he said, he still said this to his father, you can only choose one between the throne and me.
Chang'an City, Daxing Palace.
Fifty-two years later, he still remembered it, but he didn't understand.
That year, surrounded by everyone, he kicked open the palace door with all his strength.
On a cold night during the heyday of Zhenguan, he suddenly remembered the two palace collapses. He stood like this on the tall tower at the north gate of Taiji Hall, looking down at all living beings and watching Li Jiancheng hurriedly ride into the middle city on horseback. I couldn't get used to this feeling of superiority for a while. Even after I came to dominate the world, I always felt that I was not as happy as when I looked down at him that day.
Then he looked up at himself and frowned slightly, just like the expression he had when he leaned down one summer afternoon many years ago when his clothes were stained.
This article is about two children angrily criticizing the Xuanwu Gate changes. It is a pure prank and a big mistake. I have not finished it yet, and the historical part will be continued to be completed. If there are any errors, I will not be held responsible for the unfinished part.