Hearing this, the officials' momentum froze.
Are you talking to those old killers? Aren’t you just waiting to be sprayed?
Are those people reasonable people? Are they people who can make sense?
In the early years, when Prince Zhu Biao was still alive, the ministers who were close to him seemed to have stepped on their tails. They kept saying things in the prince's ears. The Ming Dynasty was all defeated by warriors. Your Highness, please don't listen to the fooling around of those plagued scholars.
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What's more, now?
The officials were just angry and not stupid enough to fight against those old killers.
"That's enough, how can you behave like this?" Zhu Yunxi scolded, "You are really promising when you are quarreling in front of me?"
"I don't dare!" Everyone quickly apologized.
The Five Army Governor's Mansion of the Ming Dynasty was a major concern for officials, but not for Zhu Yunxi. The Five Army Governor's Mansion seemed huge, but in fact it was very divided and could not pose a threat to the imperial power.
"Talking about the pension, where did you go? How many years have passed since the Ming Dynasty, is there going to be a martial arts battle in front of Gu?"
In fact, Zhu Yunxi knew the root cause of the matter. This great victory against Wu Liangha was the first large-scale foreign war victory won by him as the emperor's grandson after he came to power.
This kind of victory made the ministers who had just seemed to see the light of day feel the crisis again.
Because the credit belongs to the warriors and has nothing to do with them.
"The Ming Dynasty has two legs, one is martial arts and the other is martial arts. Only by walking on two legs can the Ming Dynasty walk steadily!" Zhu Yunxi continued, "Without military men to protect the home and country, there is no talk of national peace and security. Without officials to govern the world, how can we talk about it?
The money and food that comes here are used by the warriors to fight the war?"
As he spoke, Zhu Yunxi sighed, "In Guxin, you are like two legs, two hands are indispensable. I will spare you this time, but next time you will ridicule each other like this in front of Gu, no matter who you are, you will be dismissed from office and punished!"
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"I obey the order!"
In fact, this kind of thing happened often even in front of the old man in the past. The warriors of the Ming Dynasty were unruly and their officials were iron-headed. As long as the two sides disagreed later, they would be tit for tat with each other.
"Pensions are one of the things!" Zhu Yunxi continued, "The names of all the soldiers who died in the war will be engraved on the stone tablets and enshrined in the Heroes' Shrine to enjoy the incense for thousands of years!"
"Your Highness, you are so kind!" Upon hearing this, the military ministers all saluted and praised.
At this time, the eunuch Wang Shai bowed, walked in with small steps, and came in holding a book, "Your Highness, Baili is urgent!"
Zhu Yunxi took it, his face was suddenly full of smiles, and he said, "Li Jinglong's book will arrive in the capital in two days!" As he said that, Zhu Yunxi thought about it, "After the victory, the teacher will return to the court, and I will be the one to welcome him!
"Then, he put down the zhezi and said solemnly, "According to Gu's decree, open the Daming Gate and let the soldiers of the three armies enter the city through the Daming Gate!"
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"There is no such rule. Since the dynasty, the people who have won and returned to dynasty have always used Deshengmen!"
"The Daming Gate was used by the emperor. This is not..."
As soon as this oral order came out, it set off another explosion in the capital.
There are a lot of discussions in the streets and alleys, and this is what people say when they get together.
Especially near the end of the year, there are already a lot of men on the street buying New Year goods. When they are tired from walking, they sit in the teahouse and start talking in groups.
"Hi, our Lord Donggong has been fond of martial arts since he was a child."
"Let the soldiers go through the Ming Dynasty Gate to inspire the athletes of the world. You will all fight for the Ming Dynasty!"
"What you said is true or false!"
"My old uncle's nephew's brother-in-law is from the Commander-in-Chief of the Fifth Army. How can this be false?"
The streets and alleys were full of such discussions. On the day when the army returned in triumph, the people of the whole city mobilized, and there was a sea of people outside the city gate.
The government officials in charge of public security and the soldiers patrolling the city were sweating profusely and separated the people watching the excitement on both sides of the road.
When a country is strong, people naturally love it.
Although the Ming Dynasty had great military prowess, it had been several years since a large army returned in triumph and was personally welcomed by the king.
The people on both sides of the road seemed to be celebrating the New Year in advance, wearing new clothes and beaming with joy. Even many female relatives were among the crowd, holding on to their fathers, brothers or husbands, and looking into the distance.
On the archery tower of the Ming Dynasty Gate, Zhu Yunxi stood upright in a brand-new five-grain gold dragon robe. Beside him were ministers and generals on both sides. Many old nobles who were retiring at home were also present in military uniforms. They were also wearing dragon robes.
He was lying on the railing curiously, looking down at the sea of people.
There were too many people below. Looking along both sides of the city gate, one could see endless black heads. There was also a deafening noise and noise.
This deafening sound made the eardrums of Zhu Yunxi and the officials on the arrow tower tremble, and they had to speak loudly to avoid being heard.
Suddenly, several groups of cavalry galloped over from a distance. The horses' hooves quickly passed through the official road and stopped directly under the city gate.
The knight dismounted, stepped on the steps leading to the arrow tower, and flew up the stairs.
"I pay homage to Your Highness!"
"How far are they, Lord Cao Guo?" Zhu Yunxi asked with a smile.
The knight replied, "There are still twenty miles!" He said, thinking slightly, "But..."
"But what?" Zhu Yunxi said.
"Cao Guogong's team is a little weird..."
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The noisy crowd suddenly became quiet, eerily quiet.
Zhu Yunxi stood on the arrow tower and looked out, and the flag of the army had already appeared in his sight.
But there was no cavalry to clear the way, and the men in gold armor and silver helmets were majestic and unparalleled.
The Ming Dynasty battle flag that appeared in his sight was actually covered with a white border. The infantry at the front of the army were all wrapped in white cloth belts.
"This..." The generals were astonished, and many veteran generals had already begun to curse, "What is Li Jiujiang doing? Are you going to mourn? Damn it!"
Gradually, Zhu Yunxi saw clearly.
What appeared in his sight was an army decorated with white.
Walking soldiers, war horses, carriages, mule carts.
Suddenly, his eyes widened.
Among the army's ranks, many soldiers at the front carried wooden poles on their shoulders.
Coffin poles!
Coffins were carried one by one, passing by the official road outside Daming Gate.
They were alive when they went to war, and they were heroes when Desheng returned to the country...
Between heaven and earth, there is silence.
The team carrying the coffin moved forward slowly, with every step being solemn and extremely slow.
There was no sadness on the faces of the soldiers carrying the coffin, but their pupils were covered with a trace of business.
Li Jinglong walked at the front of the team, carrying a thick wooden pole on his shoulders and still wearing broken and bloody armor.
This army is not at all what people think. They seem to have just walked in from the battlefield, with murderous intent, scars, blood, sadness and hatred on their bodies.
"Li Jinglong!" Next to Zhu Yunxi, Chang Mao, the founding father of the country, said angrily, "What are you doing?"
"Come here!" Zhu Yunxi said.
"My slave is here!" Wang Sha stepped forward.
"Change clothes for me, take off your auspicious clothes!" Zhu Yunxi said softly.
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Li Jinglong carried the wooden coffin containing the ashes of his colleagues and slowly walked to the Daming Gate.
Wherever he passed, the people on both sides retreated silently, their eyes filled with disbelief and even fear.
The scene in front of them was beyond their imagination. Are these men who walked out like blood and fire really a victorious army? Are those coffins filled with fallen heroes?
No one has ever done this!
Didn’t it mean a triumph? Didn’t it mean a victory? Why do I feel so sad!
Coffins were walking forward one after another, and the crowds on both sides, including many elderly people, closed their eyes and chanted Buddha's name with solemn expressions. Many people reached out and picked off the beads on the heads of the female relatives around them. Many people covered the mouths of the children who wanted to scream.
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There is silence between heaven and earth.
The wooden pole was taken over by the soldiers, and Li Jinglong stepped forward a little tiredly, kneeling three times and nine times in front of the flying dragon flag on the Daming Gate.
He raised his head again, with tears streaming down his face, and shouted, "Your Highness, I have brought all my sons back!"
With that said, he turned around and shouted at the coffins behind him, "Brothers, go home!"
This chapter has been completed!