"I'm listening to the emperor's words today, what national flag will I make in the future? It has not been in all dynasties and dynasties, and it represents the national flag of our Ming Dynasty!"

"That flag is our Ming Dynasty. From now on, there will be sun and moon flags in any place in our Ming Dynasty!"

"In the future, on the fifteenth day of the lunar month, what flag-raising ceremony will be held outside the Heroes Temple and the Ming Gate? The emperor and the prince must attend, and the prince must all be in charge!"

Cao Zhen grinned, "I don't understand what these mean, but I just feel that it seems like a damn, this flag is not simple! The emperor also said that although Lan Xiaoer was not the most meritorious minister of the Ming Dynasty, he was the first to cover the national flag. Damn, isn't this an honor?"

"Yeah!" Guo Ying nodded, "It was the emperor who personally covered it up. This... Isn't this like the emperor who personally dresses us in old clothes? It's decent to think about it!"

"Although I am a buddy with Lan Xiaoer, I have a good relationship!" Cao Zhen continued, "But we are not worse than him? I dare not count on enjoying the Taimiao, but there must be a national flag?"

"You are around the emperor, so let's ask you!" Guo Ying also said, "In the future, will we all be buried according to this rule, or will it be the only one who is Lan Xiaoer, and no one else?"

"I knew that you two were good to me, and there was absolutely nothing good!" Li Jinglong complained in his heart.

He heard from the emperor that the national flag was a symbol of the Ming Dynasty. In the future, where there is a sun and moon flag, it will be the territory of the Ming Dynasty. He also said that the national flag was higher than the emperor's dragon flag.

Burial under the national flag is a person who has made great contributions to the country. Moreover, this kind of honor is definitely much higher than the honors such as the Prince's Grand Tutor and Prince's Grand Guard.

"This..." Li Jinglong pondered.

"Tell me!" The two old men threw away their chopsticks, and their eyebrows were cold.

"Based on the achievements of you two, there should be no problem!" Li Jinglong was unsure, but he could only say something nice, "Are the heroes of the founding country? The emperor is generous to the old ministers, and the achievements of the two are there. Didn't the emperor say that today? Imitating the old system of Lingyan Pavilion, both of them must be on the list!"

After saying this, the two old men immediately smiled.

But the next second, Cao Zhen frowned again, "Hey, since that's the case, why haven't anyone seen me painted a portrait?"

"What portrait?" Li Jinglong said in a daze.

"Tsk, there are those hanging in the corridor of the Heroes' Shrine." Cao Zhen shouted, "It's just your father-in-law and your father!"

"Portrait!" Li Jinglong understood.

"I don't have it either?" Guo Ying frowned. "I'm really puzzled if you say that. Who painted the portraits? Why are they so real?"

The portraits of heroes are all promised by the emperor to enjoy the Taimiao after the emperor promised to enjoy the Taimiao, and the royal painter should do it with all his efforts. After the painting is made, it is directly hung in the Taimiao Heroes Temple.

"Do you know who drew it?" Cao Zhen glared and continued, "I'll go find him and give them more money and let him draw more copies of me."

"What do you want so many that thing?" Guo Ying asked.

"Don't leave any memory for future generations!" Cao Zhen said with a drink, "Hang a few pictures at home and put them in the ancestral hall. I paste one on my tomb, so I can recognize it!"

"Your dog god's grave portrait, who do you want to scare to death?" Guo Ying cursed.

Then the two old men didn't say anything at the same time and looked at Li Jinglong together.

Old killers, fight for strength and win while alive, and even die, they have to distinguish between the superiority and inferiority, for fear that others will continue to compete!

"You two are worthy of enjoying the Temple of the Heroes of the Taimiao Temple, I really don't know. But there must be two of you in the temple of Heroes and Martyrs!" Li Jinglong said in a deep thought, "As for your portraits? If you are anxious, why don't you find someone to paint by yourself? I know a few good painters, and the paintings are similar to those of real people!"

As he said that, he paused, "You are all this old, if one day..., right? If you don't have time to draw, you can prepare it in advance and be prepared for any trouble!"

The two old men still didn't say anything and continued to stare at Li Jinglong.

The latter's scalp was numb and he took a long time to move his mouth, "That...... I looked back and explored the emperor's words, what happened to you after you...!"

"Drink!" Guo Ying smiled, "I knew you were reliable!"

"You two are both strong. Now I will start to think about the funeral. Is it a bit unlucky?" Li Jinglong said with a smile.

"What's the bad luck? Who's not dead yet? Besides, you'll say that, maybe one day, we brothers will slap." Cao Zhen smiled, "It's no harm to plan!" As he said, he suddenly smiled, "Fourth brother, it's the New Year, the old brothers should go around more. I'll prepare the treasures at home tomorrow and ask the brothers to play tricks?"

"Don't say, my hand is really a bit thorny!" Guo Ying smiled, "You just prepare more money. I won't do anything else tomorrow, so I'll kill you, the dealer!"

"You have to have that ability!" Cao Zhen curled his lips, "I won't say anything else in this life. One fights and the other gambles. Fourth brother, you are no match!"

"If you say that I am not as good as you in that matter, I agree. But you will be the opposite of these two things!" Guo Ying replied.

Li Jinglong looked at the two old men and was a little puzzled, "Two, Lan Shuai just passed away, you two..."

"What? We won't live if he dies!" Cao Zhen said.

"What do you mean? Let's go with us?" Guo Ying also said.

"No, no..." Li Jinglong waved his hand, "That's, the friendship between you guys..."

"Our friendship is not about this. If we really cry like a woman, Lan Xiaoer will be unhappy!" Guo Ying grabbed a few chicken heads, bit off the cockscomb, and said vaguely, "Our generation has seen more life and death!"

"It is because he died that we have fun!" Cao Zhen drank, "You said, we are all at this age, one less than one dead. If you don't have fun while you are alive, where will you be happy? Playing money with the King of Hell? How much is enough to lose?" As he said, he laughed, "Don't you remember? The day after your father-in-law died, we will find someone to sing a party?"

"Kill the talent!" Li Jinglong cursed in his heart.

Guo Ying looked at him seriously, "You kid is so agile, why don't you be smart today?"

This made Li Jinglong stunned and didn't know where to start.

"The old emperor didn't go today!" Guo Ying chewed the chicken head and swallowed it, and drank a sip of wine.

"This..." Li Jinglong still didn't understand for a moment.

"Yesterday, I, Ping Baoer, handed over the old man, and I just took charge of the Beijing camp transaction for a few days!" Guo Ying said with a smile.

Suddenly, Li Jinglong understood.

Huaixi Xungui Group completely bid farewell to the court and started with Lan Yu's funeral.

The Supreme Emperor did not go upstairs to watch the prisoners offered by the Meridian Gate, nor did he participate in the state funeral, which means everything.

After more than a year of transition, the emperor is now in power. Once the emperor and his ministers, the old guys have completely begun to enjoy their old age.

The Ming Dynasty will truly enter the new king era.

This is probably why Guo Ying and Cao Zhen care particularly about the honor after death! Because their honor will be decided by the emperor, not the Supreme Emperor.

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I was a little drowsy when I drank a drink, especially after seeing the wind, Li Jinglong rode on the horse in a daze.

In the capital, firecrackers were heard everywhere, and fireworks were everywhere.

"It's the New Year, another fucking year!"

Li Jinglong sighed in his heart and got off his horse and entered the door.

As soon as he stepped in and stood firm, the housekeeper ran towards him, sweating all over his head, "Master, where have you been?"

"Where will I report to you?" Li Jinglong said angrily.

"No, it was the Duke of Song who sent someone to report the funeral..."

"Who's the family?" Li Jinglong widened his eyes, "Old Master Feng?"

"Die!" the housekeeper whispered, "His family said that after seeing the prisoner, they went home and drank a sip of wine, but they didn't wake up after a moment of sleep." Then, they whispered, "There are people from the palace looking for you, and they asked you to treat the funeral!"

Duke Feng Sheng of Song is dead!

Because of the King of Zhou, he has been very unpopular recently. Lan Yu did not allow him to go to the funeral, and he did not allow him to attend the ceremony at the Meridian Gate, nor did he allow him to go to the city gate tower.
Chapter completed!