"What do you mean?"
"Your Majesty, don't let me die of illness, let me die on the battlefield!" Lan Yu knelt and raised her head, with a layer of crystal in her eyes.
"I know my own body. Xi Laodao is not a god. He can only let me live for a few more days and survive."
"I drank the bitter medicine soup several times a day until I had vomiting, diarrhea, dizziness and dizziness. Look at this man who used to be so full of life and vigor, but now there is only a layer of skin left."
"It's medicine that's three parts poison. If you drink it for a few more days, you might not even be able to lift a knife!"
"At that time, it was only a few days before I could no longer move on the Kang. Old minister, I don't want to...become a useless person!"
"I don't want to be pitied and served by others. I don't want to live like a living dead, living there in vain!"
As he said this, the sparkle in Lan Yu's eyes fell, "When I went out this morning, I vomited two mouthfuls of blood and my calves were shaking."
"I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of being useless!"
"Your Majesty, please don't let me become a loser, okay?"
"While I can move, let me mount my horse and go to war."
At this point, Lan Yu's lips trembled violently, "If I die on the battlefield, others will remember me Lan Yu. If I die of illness on the kang, I, Lan Yu, will be a pitiful, useless old man."
"Your Majesty! In fact, during the last battle in Liaodong, I had given up my mind and wanted to die on the battlefield. It was the second son of the Prince Yan family who followed me, so I had no chance to die in the battle."
"Please, for the sake of Lan Yu's meager achievements in the past, please give me an honor and a destination."
These words filled Zhu Yunxi's heart with thousands of words, but he didn't know how to speak.
He looked at Lan Yu quietly, at the other person's silver beard and white hair, at the other person's skinny body, with mixed feelings.
A man would rather die on horseback than on a kang.
It is better to die in battle than to die of illness.
What Lan Yu wants now is the final dignity and the man's final generosity and heroism.
It's better to make a splash than to be pitied.
In the end, thousands of words converged into one sentence in Zhu Yunxi's heart, and he blurted out, "Can old Lian Po still survive?"
"Although I am old, I can still wield a strong bow and ride a fierce horse." Flames suddenly rose in Lan Yu's eyes.
"Go!" Zhu Yunxi helped the other person up with his own hands, looked into the other person's eyes, and said, "I promise you!" As he said that, he suddenly choked up, "Before setting off for the expedition, I want to see you off."
After saying that, he turned around and left, but only took half a step, "Do you have any other requirements?"
Lan Yu saluted behind him, "If I get my wish and die in battle, I will ask for nothing else. All I ask for is... I only ask for three feet of loess from my hometown, and that I can be buried with my armor, horse, sword, bow and spear."
"Okay!" Zhu Yunxi nodded heavily and walked towards the main hall step by step.
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"hurry up!"
Outside the hall, Li Jinglong worriedly shouted to the musicians, actors, and others in the Jiaofang Division, "Sing well, and you will be rewarded if you sing Cai Gongye. If... hum!"
The atmosphere in the palace was far from being as good as expected. On the old man's side, father and son were in harmony, but on the other side, the ministers were depressed and silent.
How can the old man drink this wine?
If the old man is unhappy, how can the emperor be happy? If the emperor is unhappy, won’t Li Jinglong just sit on the wax?
As soon as Zhu Yunxi entered the main hall, he suddenly heard the melodious sound of the huqin in the hands of the monk's music player in the corner, like the sound of a sword being unsheathed.
What followed was dense and subtle, as if the sound of drums came from far to near, rising and falling, like blowing in the west wind.
Everyone's eyes couldn't help but look over.
"This letter comes at a good time to help me, Huang Zhonggong, succeed!"
"Standing at the gate of the camp to give orders, the young and old listen to the division of seedlings." (This play did not exist at this time, so don't blame the novelist for using it indiscriminately.)
On the side of the warriors, someone slowly stood up from the table.
The old man on the throne pushed away his children and grandchildren.
Behind Zhu Yunxi, Lan Yu suddenly rushed to the door of the palace and looked around.
In the hall, an actor in costume holds a sword across his chest, singing in a low and powerful voice, filled with bursts of joy and excitement.
"The head is open to the drum, and the war rice is made."
"Two drums, tight shirt!"
"Three-way drums, the sword is unsheathed."
"Four drums, hand over the troops!"
"Every step forward will be rewarded, but retreating will inevitably result in a knife."
"The three armies and I return to the camp..."
When the song ended, there was silence in the palace.
Suddenly, Wudinghou Guo Ying, one of the noble warriors, stood up and shouted, "Happy!"
"Happy!" The silver-haired old nobles laughed at the top of their lungs.
They are all old, they are all old Huang Zhong!
Compared with them, Lao Huang Zhong was unlucky because when he was young, Lao Huang Zhong was unknown and did not see the Shu Han dominate the world.
But old Huang Zhong was also lucky, because even though he was old, he could still fight on the battlefield.
"The head is open to the drum, and the war rice is made."
"Two drums, tight shirt..."
During the dinner, someone sang softly in a low voice.
"Your Majesty Lan Yu, thank you for your kindness." Behind Zhu Yunxi, Lan Yu kowtowed again.
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"This song..." On the throne, the old man thought about it carefully, with some reminiscence, "It was sung well! It was sung well!" As he said that, he clenched the golden cup and stood up, looking at all the nobles.
Wu Chen, "Haha, haha, haha... we are all old!"
Those people were his old subordinates who had followed him all his life and were his capable generals. They were also the people he thought about killing after his wife died and his children died, and he grew old because he was afraid that his imperial power would be threatened.
When you get old, everything is fleeting.
When you get old, everything blows away in the wind.
"Young men!" the old man shouted.
The old and dull military ministers stood up instantly, Feng Sheng, Guo Ying, Cao Zhen, Zhang Yi, Zhu Shou...
An old face.
"Let's drink this wine!" The old man raised his glass, "This life is enough!"
"Dry!"
The ministers and vassal princes looked at this scene in surprise, and then among the warriors, Cao Zhen threw away the golden cup in his hand, hit the vessel with chopsticks, and shouted loudly.
"The emperor of the Ming Dynasty held a flying dragon, opened the territory of Yuding and was granted the title of king. The imperial clan of Jianghan and Han Dynasties traveled all over the world, and the chariots joined together. The east Yi brigade in the west, the Bei Rong and the South Vietnam were all included in the map. The leisure time is smooth and the emperor's wind is flowing. For hundreds of millions of years, the times are harmonious.
Sui Feng!"
Gradually, the singing changed from just one person to countless people.
This is the last chapter of the rites and music of the founding of the Ming Dynasty. The founding music of the Ming Dynasty does not seek to be gorgeous. From the beginning to the end, there is nothing about the divine power of the Three Sovereigns and the Five Emperors. It is all about the several wars of the founding of the Ming Dynasty.
Different from other melodious music, it is full of fervent and impassioned sentiments.
"I wish your majesty a happy birthday!" Guo Ying, Marquis of Wuding, fell in front of the chariot and held up the jade cup. "Your majesty, I wish you to have this day every year and this day every year."
"Hey you uneducated Guo Laosi, is this how you use the word?" The old man laughed, "But it's a good point. We have to celebrate our birthdays every year, and we have to be so happy every year!"
, walked down from the throne after drinking, and said loudly, "It's not a good idea to lie down for a few days without drinking today? Fool Cao, haven't you reached the limit yet? Why don't you guess the game?"
"Your Majesty, I am not necessarily the best at fighting a war, but I have no opponent in guessing. Brother, who will come first?"
This chapter has been completed!