The soldiers carrying the wooden coffin were stunned when they saw the emperor's grandson in front of him.
After a moment, he realized what he was doing and was immediately at a loss.
"How long have you been lifting?" Zhu Yunxi asked softly.
"All the way!" The soldier thought about it and replied in a low voice.
The road he was talking about was the road from Liaodong to the capital. When they went there, they marched side by side with Paoze, and when they returned, they still shared life and death. They supported each other when they left, and when they came back, the living carried the dead.
"Hard work!" Zhu Yunxi said.
"No..." The soldier lowered his head, not daring to look at Zhu Yunxi's face, and whispered, "The commander-in-chief said that we are mourning our brothers! According to the rules, the coffin cannot fall to the ground during the funeral!"
Zhu Yunxi nodded, walked to the soldier's side, bent down slightly, "Now, let me do it!"
"Ah?" The soldier was stunned for a moment.
The next second, he was pushed away by Zhu Yunxi.
The heavy wooden pole fell on Zhu Yunxi's shoulders, which had never carried anything before. It hurt so much that his bones ached.
At the same time, a group of distinguished veterans with gray beards and hair came over, surrounded Zhu Yunxi, and lifted the wooden poles from the shoulders of the soldiers.
"Your Highness, we old immortals can help you carry it!" Wuding Marquis Guo Ying said.
Zhu Yunxi glanced at Cao Zhen, the Marquis of Jingchuan, Chang Sheng, the founding Duke, Chang Sen, the Marquis of Huaiyuan, Dongguan Bo, Huining Marquis, Chongshan Marquis, Changxing Marquis, Puding Marquis, etc., the founding veterans were all there.
"Okay!" Zhu Yunxi smiled, "Let's take the men who died in the battle and go home!"
Seeing this scene, all the victorious soldiers in the team cried silently, with tears streaming down their faces.
"Brother, you deserved to die! His Majesty the Grand Sun is carrying your coffin!" A veteran patted the coffin, "I envy you. If I had known that you were so lucky, I would have died with you that day!"
Cao Guogong Li Jinglong wiped away his tears and shouted, "Let's go home!"
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The procession slowly entered through Daming Gate and walked through Chang'an Street.
On one side is the magnificent Forbidden City, and on the other side is the heavily guarded Fifth Army Governor's Mansion.
The two highest powers in the Ming Empire silently watched the procession passing between them, watching the living and dead men of the Ming Dynasty.
Although they are the most powerful place in the world, they can dominate the entire empire.
But at the same time, their creators are none other than these passionate men of the Ming Dynasty. Those who protect them are also generations of men of the Ming Dynasty.
There was not a trace of dust on the smooth long street, but there were many footprints left at this moment. The team walked forward, followed silently by countless people, and there was silence between heaven and earth.
Across Chang'an Street, you will find the bustling imperial city. The normally bustling long street is now silent.
I don’t know who is taking the lead, but in front of each shop, the guise of welcoming customers is covered with white. The shopkeeper and his waiter, the owner and the waiter, stand solemnly at the door and salute to the advancing team.
Suddenly, in a white goods shop on Qiantou Street, the shopkeeper and his waiter held up white paper money and waved it to the sky, "The road is far away, and the poor family has a rich road. I would like to donate some carriage money to all the heroes!"
Paper money is flying all over the sky.
When the wind blows, they are everywhere.
"The road to hell is long, but heroes never give up. Ghost servants come out to collect money, and all kinds of little ghosts also make offerings. Don't disturb me, Ming'erlang, and let them go on their journey with peace of mind!"
The shopkeeper's hoarse shout seemed to be his daughter, a little girl with two whips in her hair, stumbling after the wooden cabinet team, and putting the white flowers in her hands on a wooden coffin with all her strength.
With a splash, the little girl fell on her back because she was running too fast.
But she did not cry. Instead, she knelt down and prayed devoutly with her hands clasped in front of the procession passing by her.
At the end of the long street, several monks with patches on their robes appeared.
They bowed their heads, clasped their hands, and stood on the roadside. Their lips moved, obviously reciting sutras.
The shabby and dilapidated cassocks had no luster, but on their faces, the light of treasure shone.
The door of the restaurant in the alley was closed, and the colorful signboard was removed. The girl, who usually smiled by the window, secretly looked out through the gap in the window, her beautiful eyes were red, and she cried silently.
The aunt running a stall on the street put down her belongings and rubbed her red eyes with her dirty apron.
In this era, there are no heroic and passionate slogans, let alone high-end and heroic values.
But, people have a heart.
The people in the capital all know why these men who died in the battle died!
When the procession of wooden coffins passed through the long street and passed the Imperial College, the highest institution of learning in the Ming Dynasty.
The young scholars had spontaneously stood at the gate, saluting and bowing to the team.
But among them, several princes carried long swords on their backs and straightened their backs. Although they did not worship, they shouted to each wooden coffin with longing and tears in their eyes, and murmured words in their mouths.
People close to them heard clearly.
What they read was a letter. It was a letter written to them by their classmate when they were young.
"Brothers above me, I have read the books of saints and sages since I was a child. I have the desire to help the country and the country, but I don't have the talent to advance through the imperial examination!"
"There is no hope for the imperial examination. Continuing to study hard is just a waste of good years and will not be of any benefit to the country, family, or yourself!"
"The martial arts recruiters are coming soon. After much thought, I want to join the military."
"Although we have different paths to martial arts, they are all for the sake of our family, country and the world. We have the same goal through different paths!"
"If you don't become the number one scholar in the Ming Dynasty, what's the point of being a brave warrior? With the long sword written in your hand and in your heart, the tiger roars and the dragon roars to control the frontier!"
As the procession passed by, those who read the letter were already crying.
They have received news that their classmates who joined the martial arts school and joined the army have died generously in battle. Among those wooden coffins are the bodies of their classmates.
Wiping away their tears, these scholars looked at each other and turned resolutely in the opposite direction.
"Where are you going?" the division commander shouted from behind.
"Disciple is unworthy, abandon his writing and join the army!" the scholars shouted.
The teachers' faces were ashen, "Are you crazy?"
"We are willing to stay far away for Ban Ding, not for Hanlin Lang!" The princes shouted in unison, and their figures walked away.
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The gate of the Martyrs' Shrine is wide open, and the faces of the veterans guarding the shrine are solemn.
Wooden coffins filed in through the door one after another, and the incense of the temple continued to greet them, blowing in the wind and lingering around them.
In the verandahs on both sides, there are portraits of the founding heroes who died in battle, watching silently.
On the merit stele erected in the temple, the names of the martyrs are written vigorously.
The veterans and nobles carrying the wooden coffin shouted in their Huaiyin voices, "Let's go!"
"go home!"
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Reader, thief, you are so shameless, how can you be so short?
The thief's face darkened, how did you know I was short?
Reader, you are the shortest, you are the shortest.........still soft!
This chapter has been completed!