Li Shimin was unaware of the undercurrent surging in Chang'an City.
After several days of rapid marching, tens of thousands of troops finally reached Guanzhong and near Chang'an.
Today, the originally lonely Ten Mile Pavilion outside Chang'an City is extremely lively at this time.
Countless people in official uniforms crowded the place early in the morning, causing the idle villagers around to come and watch from a distance.
There are many officials. If Li Shimin were here, he would find that in the Tang Dynasty, there were subordinates at all levels who were in charge.
Almost all the big bosses from three provinces and six departments gathered here.
Even Li Jiancheng, who rarely leaves Chang'an, arrived here by car in the morning.
In this scene, it is no exaggeration to say that except for Li Yuan who did not come, almost everyone else who could attend the court meeting had arrived.
Mobilizing so many people to greet Shili can be said to be the greatest compliment for a general.
There were so many people coming.
Naturally, a small pavilion cannot accommodate so many people.
Therefore, those with insufficient status, those with too low official positions, or those of the younger generation could only squat on both sides of the road under the scorching sun, looking eagerly at the end of the road, hoping that Little Li would arrive soon.
In this crowded crowd, many rare faces also appeared.
For example, a "veteran of three dynasties" who had been idle at home for a long time also appeared here for the first time.
This is the senior who taught Xiao Han how to be lazy.
When others are waiting impatiently, unable to stand or sit, almost fainting from heatstroke.
He had already laid out a cotton mat under the willow tree and had a peaceful sleep.
"Huh...he's not here yet. If this little guy Xiao Han doesn't come, those old guys should go back to the west..."
Opening his somewhat blurry old eyes, the elder of the Three Dynasties fumbled for a wine bottle from his arms, took a small sip, and then looked around with a smile.
Especially he took a few more glances at Li Jiancheng in the pavilion.
"What a sin! You are wearing so much, who do you want to show it to? It's okay now, you may be carried away before they can come over..."
The voices of the elders of the three dynasties were very low, and even the Minister of Civil Affairs who came to use the place could not hear him clearly.
Now, it is late autumn.
But at noon, the weather is still very hot!
Because they are the heroes coming to welcome the great victory, there is no doubt that the people who come here are all dressed in orthodox clothes. Only in this way can they show their respect for the heroes.
However, despite such respect, a serious problem also appeared immediately, and that was heat!
This kind of formal attire, from lining, to jacket, to official uniform, has five or six layers in one set!
Not to mention the gentle breeze outside that couldn't even move the leaves of the trees. Even a strong wind would be enough to blow through this suit of clothes.
Time passed little by little, and the sun rose higher and higher.
Somehow, when the sun shone brightly at noon, even the wind that had been active just now stopped.
For a moment, a heat wave rolled over the ground, and things in the distance became a little distorted.
Li Jiancheng came here specially wearing a bright yellow crown suit today.
The pattern is complicated, the collar is heavy, and there is a heavy twelve crowns on the head. The whole person stands there, so noble that the ministers almost dare not look directly at him!
In fact, it is different from what you see on TV: this so-called imperial robe is not the usual attire of an emperor or prince.
Such extremely complicated clothes.
It will only be worn during major ceremonies or court meetings.
And corresponding to different occasions, the styles of crown uniforms also have corresponding specifications.
Just like the one Li Jiancheng is wearing today, the bright yellow crown robe is woven with sun, moon and dragon patterns.
The back is woven with stars and mountain patterns.
The sleeves are woven with fire, Hua Chong and Zong Yi patterns.
There are two pieces each of Zhishang weaving algae, pink rice, embroidery, and embroidery patterns.
This is the so-called "Twelve Coat of Arms" pattern. It must not be used except for great etiquette and important national affairs!
Today, he spent a lot of money to "welcome" Li Shimin.
The temperature in the air is still rising. Although Li Jiancheng has a pavilion to block the sun, his back is still completely soaked with sweat.
The wet clothes clung to his body tightly, making Li Jiancheng feel crazy and wanted to take off this outfit and throw it away immediately!
"Send someone to check where King Qin has gone!"
I don't know how many times he wiped the sweat from his face. Li Jiancheng felt that his eyes were stung by sweat. He blinked heavily several times and impatiently ordered the guards around him to inquire about the situation.
Changsun Wuji, who was also in the pavilion, watched the guards run away with cold eyes.
He was certainly aware of the strange things Li Shimin encountered on the bank of the Yellow River, but there was one thing he couldn't understand: How could this prince, who never expressed any opinions, appear in such a high-profile manner today?
Just when everyone was waiting impatiently in Changting, Li Shimin was leading the army towards Changting unhurriedly.
Perhaps because of the timidity of being close to home, there was a large group of people chatting and laughing in the morning, but now they have become silent.
Xiao Han was wearing black armor and panting on his horse.
He raised his head and glanced at the clear sky. Now, he finally knew the benefits of Mingguang Armor.
Although that thing is a bit showy and can easily be used as a target by enemies, at least it won't absorb so much heat when wearing it!
Look at Yuchi Gong next to him, his whole body is radiating with silver light, and the people who are shining in it dare not approach him, for fear of being burned by his mirror-like armor leaves.
"No way, let's take a rest!"
After kicking the big green horse under him, Xiao Han quickly caught up with Li Shimin in front of him, trying to make him stop for a moment to avoid the sun before leaving.
However, Li Shimin just turned his head and glanced at Xiao Han slightly, then shook his head and said, "Keep going, the scouts just came to report that the ministers are waiting for us in front, and we can't delay any longer now!"
"Bah, it's their business if they like to wait, we don't care about them!"
After muttering something in a low voice, Xiao Han also knew that with Li Shimin's temper, he would never rest before the finish line, so he could only sigh, pick up the kettle and drink it vigorously, hoping to reduce the temperature.
The army continued to advance.
After half an hour, the leading soldier could already see the people waiting at the pavilion.
The sound of heavy horse hooves and footsteps became increasingly clear on the road.
When the ministers who were still dying just heard the news, they immediately got up from the ground. They didn't even bother to flapping their clothes. They stretched their necks and looked forward.
Regardless of whether it was wartime or not, the Tang Dynasty would always strictly follow the rules when marching.
Except for the scouts who can be active hundreds of miles away, the most powerful and capable soldiers are always at the front of the army!
For example, Xiao Lizi, Xiao Han and others will never appear there unless they arrive at the scheduled location.
