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During the Tang Dynasty, Buddhism had a wide influence, and people believed in Buddhism. In order to allow Buddha to protect his Tang Dynasty, as well as to calm the hearts of the people and consolidate his rule. Emperor Taizong not only took the lead in worshiping the Buddha, giving examples to the Manchu people and the rest of the world, but also asked the three monks of the Temple of Pharaoh to come and seek the Dharmic Dharma with piety. During the annual Golden Autumn Festival, Emperor Taizong was even more willing to spend a large amount of money to create a large amount of gold and silver artifacts for the Buddhist temple, offering them as a buddhist gift to express his sincerity. Every year, he would have to spend more than a million gold and silver artifacts to forge. With the role of the Son of Heaven as an example, coupled with the constant Buddhist propaganda of karma, reincarnation, kindness, and so on, it was quite a deceptive thought. One could also imagine the Buddhist fever in the Tang Dynasty, which naturally had its reasons. The Buddhist scriptures once said that after a person died, their physical body would remain in the world and their spiritual consciousness would turn into their soul, living in this world for a long time without dissipating. The ancients also believed that the souls of the dead would be around to protect them, to allow their entire family to live in peace for the rest of their lives. Regarding this, even Emperor Taizong, as the Son of Heaven, was no exception. The Pavilion of Ascending Mist was located on the west side of the Hall of Magistracy, not far away. He had built the Pavilion of Ascending Mist near his longest-standing government office in the city. Firstly, he hoped that he could think of the advice these loyal generals would give him before he dealt with the affairs of the country. Secondly, he believed that the souls of his old friends could protect him from hardship! Make your own mountains and rivers more beautiful!

On this day, Emperor Taizong walked out of the office, his head lowered and his hands clasped behind his back, as he slowly walked towards the palace. He raised his head and saw that the sun was high in the sky. Obviously, it was only noon and not even three hours had passed. It seemed like it was still too early for the Desolate Jade Palace. In his entire life, Emperor Taizong, who had always fought for his country and his people, found it difficult to allow himself even half a moment of leisure. He then turned around and asked, "Hercules, do you have a report today?" That warrior's face froze for a moment before he smiled dangerously. He then replied, "Your majesty, you've just finished reviewing yesterday's imperial reports from the Central Book Province. There's nothing left." Emperor Taizong did not think too much about it. He only raised his head to look at the sun in the sky, and actually felt that it was so bright and dazzling today!

"In the past, it's usually the end of the day for us to review and review the memorial. Why are there so few of them today?" Just as he turned around, he heard the mighty warrior say, "I presume there are a few memorials today because Prime Minister Chen and Duke Chen (General Hou's Assembly title is Duke of Chen) discussed it with each other yesterday night in Zhongshu Province. I presume they have reviewed a large number of prefectural memorials, so Your Majesty should rest in peace for today!" His words seemed to be unintentional, but unexpectedly, Emperor Taizong actually stopped his body and slanted his eyes at him, scaring that mighty warrior to the point of quivering. It was a common saying, "Accompanying the king is like accompanying a tiger." No matter how wise the king was, killing someone at a glance was a piece of cake.

However, Emperor Taizong only smiled silently and said in a clear voice, "One is the Prime Minister and the other is a general. I presume that last night, two people, one man for one man and one man for one, blocked all the military affairs. I've become an idle person!" He felt a burst of annoyance, but soon calmed down and said, "Since there is nothing to do, I shall go and see my old friend!"

When Emperor Taizong had nothing else to do in private, he would often go and take a look at the loyal generals who had accompanied him to defend the world. However, he did not visit each one of them, but instead went to a small building on the second floor of the Pavilion of Ascending Mist. The mighty warrior in the lead tidied up the sweat on his forehead before ordering his servant to turn right and head towards the Pavilion of Ascending Mist. Only when he took a few steps forward did he realize that his back was covered in cold sweat!

It was a lonely, two-story building. It was quiet and lonely in the palace, which was surrounded by tall walls. However, anyone who knew Emperor Taizong would know that this small two-story building was actually the place in the Imperial Palace that caused Emperor Taizong the most heartbreak. Every time Emperor Taizong arrived, he would stay in there by himself for a long time before finally leaving with his eyes reddened. All of these had long been tacitly understood by the powerful servants and maids of the palace. Therefore, even if Emperor Taizong were to go to the Pavilion of Ascending Mist today, no one would be surprised. However, within the crowd, no one noticed that the atmosphere in the palace today was slightly different than before. The bright and dazzling sunlight had already been covered by dark clouds, and it was difficult for any light to shine out! Even someone as shrewd as Emperor Taizong did not sense this in the slightest. At this moment, he was already saddened by the passing of his old friends.

Not long after they passed the government office, the crowd saw a two-story building that looked very ordinary. A sense of rebirth was born in their hearts. As he climbed the steps, the slowly aged Emperor Taizong actually could not lift his feet. It was as if the mere dozen or so steps were as vast as the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, as difficult to cross as ten thousand li of mountains and rivers. It was like an inch of road on the precipice of a mountain, making it extremely difficult for one to even move a single step. With every step he took, his heart grew heavier. The bodyguard and servant tactfully stayed downstairs and did not follow. In this afternoon which was obscured by the dark clouds, everything was heavy and quiet!

Having just entered the Pavilion of Ascending Mist, Emperor Taizong who had gotten used to the bustle and light of the outside world found the dim candlelight somewhat unbearable. He narrowed his eyes and barely managed to enter the house! However, if there was someone beside him, anyone would be able to see that his current mood was incomparably furious from his narrowed but glittering tiger eyes. The candlelight in the room was dim, making it difficult for one to clearly see what was in front of them, much less see the portraits of the people hanging on the surrounding walls! In fact, the candlelight in the room was so dim, it was all because the maids had responded to Emperor Taizong's call to be diligent and thrifty, to save money in the palace. The Pavilion of Ascending Mist had always existed only for Emperor Taizong. He would only stop briefly during his free time and take a casual look. Most of the time, no one would come here. However, in the eyes of Emperor Taizong, the kindness of the maids was like slacking off. It was a disrespect to the good ministers under his command. He could not help but resent: These servants are damned, this is how they treat my friends who have gone through life and death with me! Just as he was about to get angry, he called over the strong servant in charge of the Pavilion of Ascending Mist. Just as he was about to turn around, his gaze suddenly fell on the portrait of the late Prime Minister Li Gong Du Ru Mi. The anger in his heart was like a bucket of cold water being poured over him. It was extinguished, leaving behind … It was just that sad and heavy! Because Lai Gong's portrait was right near the door, Emperor Taizong could still faintly see Du Ruhai's appearance with the aid of the faint rays of sunlight coming from outside the room. He heaved a long sigh and turned his body back. At the same time, he felt pity for them: [These people are all the humongous men of the Tang Dynasty. If they were still by my side, I would be willing to give them twenty years of my life!

Since Lai Gong's portrait was right outside the door, Emperor Taizong could still faintly make out Du Ruhai's appearance through the faint rays of the sun coming from outside the house. He heaved a long sigh and turned his body back. At the same time, he felt pity for them: [These people are all the humongous men of the Tang Dynasty. If they were still by my side, I would be willing to give them twenty years of my life!

He turned around and closed the door. He walked slowly to the table, picked up the fire, and lit all the candles in the room. Slowly, the room began to light up. His movements were very slow, and his footsteps even slower. Perhaps it was because he knew that he was about to face his friends who left first, but he couldn't help but have tears running down his cheeks. Friends... Right! They are my friends, my lifelong friends!

The room gradually began to grow clear. Emperor Taizong, as usual, sat on a chair in the center of the room, quietly watching the candle flame, watching the candle tears spill out, watching the plain and yellow round table cloth slowly begin to be stained with scarlet candle tears. His eyes also began to change color, become bloodshot, and also become bright and dazzling like candle tears. The interior of the house was exactly the same as it had been the first time he had come here. However, every year, new images would be drawn on the walls …

Finally, a large teardrop fell out of his eye sockets and rolled down his bright tiger eyes. After slashing his aged face and looking at the portraits of his twenty-four loyal subordinates that hung in the Pavilion of Ascending Mist, he was lost in thought for a long time. His heart was filled with emotion. He slowly paced back and forth in the small pavilion, stopping every time he saw one of them to think for a moment.

He saw Qin Qiong, the general who had stood guard at the same time as Yuchi Jingde, and thought of how he had been wounded time and again in order to save him. He then turned around, mounted his horse, and charged forward. He saw the Prince of Zhao, Li Xiao, and thought of that time when he had been in the beginning of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, when he had drunk a cup of wine and let go of his heart. He thought of that time when he had looked forward to it, and he looked at himself deeply with a determined, pure, and expectant gaze. He saw the Marquis of Chen, the great general who had fought for him, fought for him, conquered the Western Regions, defeated the Turks, and forced his enemies to retreat time and time again. A warm feeling flowed through his heart.

Just like this, he walked step by step, and after a little bit of thought, he unknowingly arrived at the entrance once again. At this moment, he was standing in front of the portrait of the Prime Minister, Lai Gongdu Mi. His eyes were deeply fixated on the masterpiece created by the famous painter and painter of the ancient era, Yan Liben. On the screen, Du Ruhai's face was slightly pale, slightly bloodless. His body was no longer as strong and robust as it seemed to be. However, her pair of sparkling phoenix eyes were still sparkling. Her sparkling eyes seemed to break through the shackles of the painting, as if she was a living person standing in front of her. Emperor Taizong could not help but feel gratified. He thought, even if you old friends all leave us first, in the end, there are still some people that would come to accompany you and not be lonely …

Suddenly, he heard the guards downstairs shout, "Who is it?!" Without waiting for Emperor Taizong to react, he only felt that the light in front of him instantly turned the interior of the room pitch black. With a "Clang Dang" sound, the window on the left was kicked open. Taizong took a closer look and saw that this person was dressed in dark black clothes and had a face covered by a mask. The three-foot-long blade in his hand was extended forward and was already right in front of him. By the time he realized it, the sword was only a foot away from him. The moment that person made his move, he immediately shot a killing blow. The longsword in his hand flew straight towards Emperor Taizong's throat. At this critical moment, the two heard the guards downstairs yell: "There's an assassin! "Quickly go and protect the emperor!"

Emperor Taizong had fought his entire life, and had personally experienced over a hundred battles. He had fought several dozen battles, and his skills were not weak. Just as the tip of the sword was about to stab into his throat, an idea suddenly occurred to him. He leaned his body back and barely avoided the stab. Seeing that this move did not work, he hurriedly flipped his palm, and the blade of the longsword in his hand went downwards. Almost at the same time, he took proper care of his limits, and once again used the move of slashing underneath his sword. Looking at the situation, he actually wanted to slash Emperor Taizong's sword into two. Emperor Taizong was not giving it away for nothing. Ignoring the danger of his sword just now, he hurriedly lowered his body and directly smashed into a thick wooden board, causing his back to feel a wave of pain. Then, without caring about his status, he rolled on the ground and unerringly dodged this heavy sword slash. Before he could turn his head, he heard a "ka" sound. The blade of the sword did not slash at Emperor Taizong, but instead directly struck the thick wooden board on the ground. The blade did not enter half the length of the blade.

When that person saw that the sword had already disappeared into the wooden board, he didn't pick it up like how an ordinary person would …

Because that would only delay things even more. Immediately, he took out a dagger from his chest, and then fiercely threw it towards Emperor Taizong, who was currently lying on the ground. The strength of this person's palm and wrist was incomparably great. One could tell from the fact that he had stabbed his sword into the wooden board just now. At this moment, the dagger shot out like a bolt of lightning, piercing directly towards Emperor Taizong's left side, actually causing the latter to faint from the shock.

That person had missed his first strike. With this delay, the guards had already entered the building and could rush into the building at any time. At that moment, they did not dare to go up and find out if Emperor Taizong had already died. He picked up the sword from the ground and put it back into the sheath on his waist. Then, without further ado, he jumped out of the window and floated away. In the blink of an eye, the assassin successfully executed the Assassin's Assassin and left.

Almost at the same time, a group of guards rushed upstairs. They couldn't help but be so shocked by the scene before them that their expressions changed …

This chapter reads: 1. The Pavilion of Soaring Mist was originally located near the Three Purities Palace in the imperial palace, and this book "moved" it to the side of the Hall of Magistracy for the sake of developing the plot. 2. In the Pavilion of Ascending Mist hung a portrait of twenty-four people. These twenty-four people were the generals and generals under Emperor Taizong's command. However, there is one thing to be said, it is that the portrait of Shi Tang Taizong Li Shimin painted by the Holy Man Wu Daozi, after the imperial court gave a large number of people material, material and physical characteristics, based on the image of the people in the eyes of the people. In addition, many of those who thought that people like Wei Zheng and Cheng Zhizhan might have already done so, but Emperor Taizong had already arranged for guards to be stationed for them.

3. Many people do not know the origin of the Chinese godly god. Everyone knew that Tang Taizong and Li Shimin were trying to change the Xuanwu Sect by deleting their older brother, Li Jian, and their younger brother's hopes. Therefore, Emperor Taizong often had nightmares about his injuries. Qin Qiong and Yuchi Jingde, who had been fighting with him for many years, were the first to open the door for him. After people inherited this custom, it slowly became the story of the current God!

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