"If these thieves are not killed, they are not enough to vent the anger of gods!" Zhu Yunxi's voice was spread through the officials of the Ministry of Rites, ensuring that everyone can know their intentions and what the emperor said.

"So..." Zhu Yunxi continued to shout, "Execute it on the spot!"

"Your Majesty," Fang Xiaoru said loudly among the ministers, "I am not a pedantic person, but outside the Meridian Gate of the Ming Dynasty, the year is approaching, so I may not kill prisoners rashly..."

"I will kill them at my Ming Wumen Gate!" Zhu Yunxiu gritted his teeth and said, "Let my Ming Dynasty be powerful, and I will never be able to live forever! Kill!"

"Execution!" Xu Huizu shouted under the city.

With a swish, countless long swords were unsheathed.

The kneeling captives became restless and restless, pulling the white rope around their necks in vain. The onlookers also became restless and swarmed forward and could hardly hold on.

"kill!"

puff!

The blood suddenly soared into the sky and the head fell to the ground.

The blood was redder than the palace walls, and the crowds were quieter again.

"kill!"

~~

On the top of the city, Zhu Yunxiu narrowed his eyes twice, "Li Jinglong!"

"I'm here!"

"You reported the day before yesterday that a Tubo monk issued a letter to Zhuoer to Beijing to pay tribute, right?"

Seeing that Zhu Yunxi's expression was a little abnormal today, Li Jinglong said carefully, "Yes, he is now resting in the inn at Lifanyuan waiting for your summons!"

"Transfer to him, and ask him to make the head of the Burmese prince whom Dao Menggan and Lan Yu killed, and make it into a Bagala bowl for me!" Zhu Yunsheng whispered.

"I obey the order!" Li Jinglong quickly agreed, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

He said to himself, "My God, the emperor wants to make a human head into a wine glass!"

The enthusiasm of the people watching the Meridian Gate was even higher because of the blood, and some even rushed forward despite the obstacles of the soldiers.

On the top of the city, the emperor's yellow umbrella was still there, but the emperor himself left gracefully.

~~

The robe was replaced, with a bright yellow robe, a jade belt, and a gauze crown.

Zhu Yunyu rode a horse and took the civil and military officials out of the palace and headed towards Zijin Mountain.

Purple Mountain is opposite the imperial city. On the other side of the mountain is the cemetery of the heroes who were buried, and on the north side is the temple of the Heroes built.

There are more than 10 or 20 stories high in the temple to place the ashes of soldiers who died in battle without relatives. The stone walls surrounding the temple of the Martyrs are densely engraved with the names of heroes who died in battle for the Ming Dynasty.

Incense is used for worship day and night.

Accompanying the heroic spirits of the soldiers, there are also the divine appearances of the Martial Saint Guan Yu and the King of Yue.

If the offer of prisoners at the Meridian Gate just now demonstrated the majesty of heaven, then it was full of solemnity and iron blood.

At the main entrance of the ancestral hall, hundreds of incomplete old soldiers lined up, with their armors broken but could not cover up the intention of having a long life of iron-blooded battle.

Almost all the noble generals of the Ming Dynasty took off their python uniforms, put on the iron armor of the past, and stood solemnly along the way after withdrawing.

Further down, under the stone walls engraved with heroic names, hundreds of heroic teenagers and strong young people stood with their hands down.

Some of them were orphans of war generals, some were children of nobles, and some were selected from borders. In short, they were all the seeds of famous generals in the future of the Ming Dynasty.

Behind the martial arts students, the front of the Heroes' Temple, Zhu Yunyu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the distance.

"rise!"

In the distance, with a shout, twenty-eight Beijing soldiers, carrying a huge coffin, slowly walked up the steps.

Countless eyes were all looking at the coffin.

Lying inside was Lan Yu, the man who had the most outstanding military achievements in the Ming Dynasty.

To be precise, it was a strand of Lan Yu's hair, the knife she wore during her lifetime, and half of the remaining armor.

Lan Yu's ashes will be buried on the banks of the Huaihe River in his hometown, watching the scenery of his hometown day and night. His tomb is buried in the Martyrs' Temple and is admired and worshipped for generations.

The country needs such a hero.

Warriors need such a role model.

Seeing the coffin getting closer, Zhu Yunxi's heart twitched violently, and he felt ache.

Behind him, Duke Bao Guo Lan Chun and Duke Zheng Chang Sheng had already cried. Zhu Gaoxu, who was demoted to the general of Zhenguo, pursed his lips tightly and said stubbornly.

It's getting closer, and the coffin is closer.

It crossed the solemn veterans and crossed the steps.

Walk under the stone wall engraved with the names of heroes and enter the corridor leading to the main hall.

The long corridor is covered with portraits of heroes.

Xu Da, Chang Yuchun, Geng Zaicheng, Geng Junyong, Zhao Desheng, Hu Dahai......

There is also the last portrait, the paint has not solidified yet, it is his Lan Yu himself.

When the coffin passed by, the figure in the portrait seemed to move for a moment.

~~

"The emperor starts the imperial examination and the coffin of the Prince of Wuwei has arrived!"

A broken veteran bowed his head and shouted.

Zhu Yunxiu nodded silently, stepped forward quietly, stretched out his hand to stroke the cold coffin, with tears in his eyes.

"The general died in a hundred battles, the hero returned for ten years, and the coach Lan... Let's go all the way!" Zhu Yunxiu whispered and stretched out his hand behind.

A big sun and moon battle flag suddenly unfolded, and Zhu Yunqi slowly spread him on Lan Yu's coffin with the bright sun and moon.

"Send the King of Wuwei Lan Yu!" Zhu Yunsheng said loudly.

Then, the ritual officer shouted, "Bow..."

Everyone was bowing, and many old nobles and lords were already filled with tears.

Including the emperor Zhu Yunhuang, he also lowered his head slightly.

"Two bows..."

Then, Lan Yu's coffin was continued to be carried into the white tower. The son of Lan Yu held the box where the clothes were placed, climbed to the top and solemnly worshipped.

No one spoke, just watched silently.

After a long time, the door of the White Tower was closed and the monk's chanting began slowly.

After a long time, the sound of the ritual vessel stopped, and everyone was waiting for the emperor's speech.

~~

Zhu Yunxiu stood at the entrance of the main hall of the Martyrs' Temple and spoke slowly, "I said back then when I built the Martyrs' Temple, that the martyrs of the Ming Dynasty enjoyed the incense of the Ming Dynasty. During the festival, the crown prince came to worship it in person."

As he said that, Zhu Yunxiu looked at the generals, students, veterans, etc. in front of him, "Without you, there would be no Ming Dynasty!"

"I don't dare!"

"Don't kneel!" Zhu Yunxiu said loudly, "From today, there will be no kneeling in the Martyrs' Temple, only military salutes. Even my son and grandson, who come here in the future, will be marching to all the Ming martyrs!"

Speaking of this, he looked around for a week, "When the Heroes and Martyrs' Temple was built, someone asked me why I used this cold stone in the place where the Heavenly Kingdom worshipped heroes! Why was it not the prosperous building?"

"How many thousands of years have passed since ancient times? Can you see the Qilin Pavilion in the Han Dynasty, and the Lingyuan Pavilion in the Tang Dynasty still care about it?"

"The Cangtian Dynasty changed, and the old palaces turned into scorched earth, and only the famous generals left their names!"

"I use stones because no matter how long and long the sea is, it is still there! The names and merits of heroes and martyrs are engraved on...."

As he said that, Zhu Yunxiu shouted in the horror of his ministers, "Even if the Ming Dynasty falls one day, these heroes can still survive in the world! Their heroic spirits can still bless me, the land of China and continue to flourish!"

~~

The ceremony is still ongoing.

Zhu Gaoxu and Lan Chun were dressed in plain clothes, holding war horses, and slowly walked out of the back door of the Martyrs' Temple.

"Your Majesty, you don't have to..."

"Stop persuading me, I promised Lan Shuai!" Zhu Gaoxu smiled and turned around to stare.

His elder brother Zhu Gaochi put his hands in his sleeves, stood behind him with his head down, his eyes full of reluctance.

"I'll leave..." Qian Yanwanyu directly blocked Zhu Gaoxu's chest, and then he couldn't say anything.

"Second, be careful on the road!" Zhu Gaochi smiled strongly and waved his hand.

"Yeah!" Zhu Gaoxu nodded, then smiled heartily, "Brother, tell my mother, I won't go back for the New Year!"

"Yeah!" Zhu Gaochi nodded, his nose felt sore, "Then... remember to eat dumplings too!"

"Hey!" Zhu Gaoxu quickly lowered his head.

I really don’t know when he will return it after leaving.

"Tell the third brother that I have given him all the things in the room!" Zhu Gaoxu said with his back on his back, "Tell my dad, I won't be embarrassed!"

"You are better than anything else!" Zhu Gaochi couldn't help it, "Don't be arrogant, don't be reckless. No one around you is watching you, don't cause trouble!"

"Brother, I'm not a child anymore!"

"At that time, you are all your brother!"

"Let's go!" Zhu Gaoxu got on the horse and stopped stopping.
Chapter completed!