There were crying in the hall. These old military marquises who were born in Huaixi and who had never frowned when they killed and set fire for the rest of their lives, tears were all over the ground.

Amid the crying, the old man sat down beside Tang He in a depressed manner, his red eyes always fell on Tang He and refused to leave for a long time.

The moment he stepped into the palace, Zhu Yunxiu suddenly understood why Tang He insisted on sending his granddaughter into the palace!

As soon as you enter the palace gate is as deep as the sea, who would like to send the pearl in to be a canary?

Furthermore, why at this time?

He knew that his deadline had come, and turned his marriage with the royal family into a happy event for the royal family and the entire founding nobles.

He is the old man's good brother and a good minister. He knows that the old man has killed too much in recent years, but he dares not persuade him. He knows that many of the nobles in recent years have a handle in the old man's hands, and maybe one day it will become a life-seeking talisman. He knows that behind the seemingly harmonious, the old man is old and his defense against these old brothers is getting deeper.

He wanted to use this marriage to awaken the friendship between the two sides that shared life and death for decades.

The heroes of the founding of the Ming Dynasty were different from those of all dynasties. The old man had set up a new branch in Guo Zixing and returned to his hometown to recruit soldiers and horses. These people were all good brothers who killed the enemy side by side, advanced and retreated together to break the bones and tendons.

No wonder, the old man said in Tang He's ear before the ceremony. We are old and I can't remember many things!

Zhu Yunyu quickly walked into the hall and walked to the old man.

Grandpa, you are mourning! He held the old man's hand. The old man is over 70 years old and is already a happy and joyful life. You cannot follow the great joy and sorrow!

The old man slowly came back to his senses and smiled bitterly. Indeed, he had never died on the battlefield in his life, nor under the sword. He died of serious illness in his seventies, which was a perfection!

As he said that, the old man slowly stood up and gently closed the eyes of Monk Tang that had a gap.

Big mouth, go! Don’t worry about those you shouldn’t think about, we are there!

After the old man finished speaking, the crying sounded louder in the hall. Duke Song, who was covered with silver hair, covered his face with his sleeves and his shoulders trembled.

The old marquis Zhang Long kept beating the ground, tears flowing everywhere.

Cao Zhen, who usually likes a hob, opened his mouth wide and let tears fall like beads.

Tang He was not as good as Xu Da or as fierce as Chang Yuchun, but his popularity was the best among the six founding kings. He was always on the side of the warriors.

Howling bird!

Suddenly, the old man roared and the hall gradually became silent.

The old man held the golden cup and looked around for a week, saying bitterly, "You killers, how many brothers were cut into several sections before, but you didn't see you crying loudly. What's wrong with today? You cry like a child in the confinement period!

We know that you can see your brother being chopped to death, but you can't see your good brothers dying of illness! Haha, when you smashed the door and fought together, everyone said that there are only ones who are today but not tomorrow, don't put your head on your belt, and live one day.

We also say that a good man should die on the battlefield and not on the sickbed! No matter how bad he is, he will die in the arms of a woman. That is a man!

As he said that, the old man poured the golden cup in his hand full of wine.

In fact, whoever is willing to die in battle, whoever is willing to not even have a complete body, whoever is willing to not know what to do tomorrow! It’s just us who are lying to ourselves!

Life is seventy years old, Tang He is a lucky person. In his life, he has done many bad things and killed many people, but he can live long. He can be by your old brothers and close his eyes after watching his juniors fall in love. He is a lucky person!

When we first joined the army, he had already had a thousand households in Haozhou. Mom, when we went to Haozhou City, he was so generous! He lived in the former county magistrate's house, and the county magistrate's daughter and concubine were placed in the bed. He was white and tender, and he was as beautiful as a green onion!

Haha! In the hall, the crying old ministers burst into laughter.

Later, he followed us to fight south and north, conquered cities and land, and robbed a lot of money and made a fortune!

In this life, he is worth it!

Just now, our eldest grandson told us that dying at the age of seventy is a joyful delight! Yes, dying at the age of seventy, what else can I cry? Young people, stop howling. When we conquer the world, we restrained the bodies of the brothers who died in battle, and were all smiling. Now, don’t cry too!

Come on, drink this cup with us and give it a big mouth!

Hum, all the old ministers in the hall stood up and raised the golden cup.

This glass of wine is a big mouth! The old man's golden cup is tilted, and the clear wine slowly sprinkled on the ground.

Then he filled up again and shouted, "Go on the road with peace of mind!"

Let's go on the road with peace of mind! All the nobles, shout.

It's done! The old man raised his head and filled with a large glass of strong wine, without leaving a single trace of it.

It's done! All the nobles and old ministers also drank.

When the clang was gone, the old marquis Zhang Long suddenly smashed the golden cup in his hand.

What are you doing? The old man glared.

I, I was confused just now! Zhang Long quickly spoke, thinking that it was His Majesty who chose the suicide squad!

Hahaha! There was a burst of hilariousness in the hall.

The world is peaceful, there is no need for a suicide squad! The old man spoke again, today's wealth is hard-won, so you must cherish it. Live a good life in the future and enjoy your happiness!

As he said that, the old man turned around and looked at Tang He and Grandson!

Grandson is here! Zhu Yunxiu said loudly.

Tang He, although we were in a vain, was loyal for decades and never slacked off. He was posthumously named Tang He as King of Dong'ou and was posthumously named Xiangwu!

The Tang family gave the iron scrolls without taking them back. It is not a serious crime of treason, so it will be exempted from the death penalty of three generations of descendants!

The inner treasury was opened and rewarded with 30,000 silver pieces of cloth and 5,000 silk pieces to treat funerals.

His funeral will be done in a grand manner! He was given a bounty of nanmu and a nanmu coffin, and sent a court official to escort the coffin back to his hometown and buried it on the side of the imperial tomb. He was buried in the prince's specifications and set up a god. He ordered Liu Sanwu, a great scholar of Wuying Palace, and Fang Xiaoru, a Hanlin scholar, to carve a merit monument for his seal carving!

Setting up temples, Minglou, and burial objects may not be exquisite and generous!

In addition, five hundred guards were sent to guard Tang He's tomb for generations!

Such a heavy reward, not to mention the old minister in the palace, even Zhu Yunyu was a little surprised.

This reward was not treated like Xu Da, Chang Yuchun and others.

Don’t worry, Grandpa, grandson must do it properly!

The old man nodded and waved his hand weakly, "We are tired, let's break up!"

The old ministers in the hall stood up and knelt down, looked at Tang He's body reluctantly, and covered his face and faded away.

At this time, Park Bucheng commanded a group of palace servants to gently lift Tang He's body up and bury him, and send him out of the palace.

Outside the hall, Tang He's children and grandchildren had long cried and could not speak for themselves.

Grandpa Emperor! Zhu Yunxiu saw that the old man looked a little wrong, so he stepped forward to comfort him, you...

We are very good! The old man walked to the side hall with his hands behind his back and sat down, and said with a forced smile, "It should be your happy day, but this happened!"

Birth, old age, sickness and death are common, how can grandson care? Zhu Yunxiu leaned over and gently beat the old man's legs.

Alas, another one died! The old man sighed. It would be fine if he didn't watch him die. If he watched him, he would feel uncomfortable!

I thought I could see everything in my life, but only then did Old Master Lin realize that we were not that strong either! The old man continued to smile bitterly. When your father was alive, he said that we were cruel. But he didn't know what we were in our hearts. If everyone was like Tang He, we wouldn't want to kill so many people!

As he said that, the old man seemed really tired, closed his eyes and said, "Go too, you are very happy today, go back quickly! Tang He's funeral will be done tomorrow morning!"

Grandson will accompany you again?

No, go! We want to stay alone!

Zhu Yunyu stood up and gave Park Bucheng a look, who was serving him by the side. The latter nodded slightly before leaving quietly.

Walking out of the hall, Zhu Yunxiu casually ordered, go and call Li Jinglong over!

After waiting for a while, Li Jinglong rushed to the imperial garden and knelt down to worship.

Duke Xinguo has left, and I plan to ask you to return to Fengyang as the funeral ambassador to deal with the funeral! Zhu Yunxiu sat in the pavilion and spoke.
Chapter completed!