The soldiers carrying the wooden coffin were stunned when they saw the crown prince in front of him.

After a moment, I realized that I was at a loss.

"How long have you been lifting it?" Zhu Yunxi asked softly.

"All the way!" the soldier thought about it and replied in a low voice.

What he said was the journey from Liaodong to the capital. When they went there, they marched side by side with their patios, and when they returned, they still shared life and death. When they went there, they supported each other, and when they came back, the living carried the dead.

"Thank you!" Zhu Yunsheng said.

"No..." The soldier lowered his head, not daring to look at Zhu Yunxi's face, and whispered, "The Grand Marshal said, we are giving funerals to our brothers! According to the rules, the coffin cannot fall to the ground when the funeral is held!"

Zhu Yunxiu nodded, walked to the soldier, bent down slightly, "Now, let me do it!"

"Ah?" The soldier was stunned.

The next second, he was pushed away by Zhu Yunxie.

The heavy wooden pole fell on Zhu Yun's shoulder, which had never been carried by anything before, and it hurt and had a bone ache.

At the same time, a group of old and white-haired nobles came over and surrounded Zhu Yunxiu and carried wooden poles from the shoulders of the soldiers.

"Your Highness, we immortals will help you carry it together!" Wuding Marquis Guo Ying said.

Zhu Yunxi's eyes swept away, Cao Zhen, Marquis of Jingchuan, Changsheng, Marquis of Founding, Marquis of Huaiyuan, Marquis of Dongguan, Marquis of Huining, Marquis of Chongshan, Marquis of Changxing, Marquis of Puding, etc., the founding old ministers were all there.

"Okay!" Zhu Yunxi smiled, "Let's go, let's take the children who died in battle and go home!"

Seeing this scene, all the triumphant soldiers in the team burst into tears silently and burst into tears.

"Brother, it's worth your death! Your Highness the Grand Prince is carrying the coffin for you!" An old soldier slapped the coffin, "I envy you. If I had known that I would have died with you that day!"

Duke Cao Li Jinglong wiped away his tears and roared, "Go, go home!"

~~~

The team slowly entered through Daming Gate and walked across Chang'an Street.

On the side is the magnificent Forbidden City, and on the other side is the highly vigilant Governor's Office of the Five Army.

These two highest power centers of the Ming Empire silently stared at the team passing by among them, watching these living, dead, Ming men.

Although they are the most powerful places in the world, they can dominate the entire empire.

But at the same time, their creators are these passionate Ming men. Those who protect them are also generations of Ming men.

There was no trace of dust in the flat street, but many footprints were left at this moment. The team walked forward, and countless people followed silently, and the world was silent.

After passing Chang'an Street, it is outside the complex imperial city. The long street that is usually lively and noisy is now silent.

I don’t know who took the lead, and the guise of welcoming guests in front of the shops was covered with white. The shopkeeper and the housekeeper stood at the door with his waiter, saluting to the team moving forward.

Suddenly, in a funeral shop on the street, the shopkeeper took his friend and carried white paper money to the sky, "The road is long, the poor family is rich, and the villain offers some carriage and horse money to all the heroes!"

Paper money is flying all over the sky.

When the wind blows, the ground is full of people.

"The road to the underworld is far away, and the heroes do not bow their backs. The ghosts sent out to get money, and there are also offerings from all walks of life. Don't bother me, Daming'er, let them get on the road with peace of mind!"

The shopkeeper of the Huai Shier Shop shouted at the top of his lungs, as if he was his daughter, a little girl with two small whips, stumbled and chased the wooden cabinet team, and put the white flowers in his hand on a wooden coffin with all his strength.

After a thump, the little girl fell on her back because she ran faster.

But she did not cry, but sat down on her knees and prayed devoutly to the team moving forward by her.

At the end of the long street, several monks with patches appeared.

They lowered their heads, closed their heads, and stood by the roadside. Their lips moved, obviously chanting scriptures.

The shabby robes were dull, but there was a flash of precious light on their faces.

The door of the winery and singing building in the alley was closed, and the colorful signs were removed. The sister, who usually followed the window to sell laughter, secretly looked out in the gaps in the window, her beautiful eyes were red and she burst into tears silently.

The aunt and aunt who set up a stall on the street put down the house in her hand and rubbed her red eyes with her dirty apron.

In this era, there are no fierce slogans, nor any high-spirited values.

But people have a heart.

The people in the capital all know why these men who died in battle died!

When the wooden coffin team passed through the long street and passed the highest institution of Ming Dynasty and the Imperial College.

The young scholars were already spontaneously standing at the gate and bowed to the team from afar.

But among them, there were a few princes carrying long swords and straightening their backs. Although they did not worship, they shouted at the wooden coffins with tears in their eyes, muttering words.

Those who are close to them have heard clearly.

What they read was a letter, a letter written to them by their classmates when they were young.

"My elder brothers are here, and I have been reading books of sages since I was a child. I have the intention of supporting the country and resolutely maintaining the country, but I have no talent to become an imperial examination!"

"There is no hope for the imperial examination. Continuing to study hard is just a waste of a good year, and it is of no benefit to the country, the family and oneself!"

"The martial arts recruiter is about to be imminent. After thinking about it, I want to join the army."

"Although civil and military have different paths, they are all for the sake of family, country and the world, and the same path is the same!"

"If you don't be the top scholar of the Ming Dynasty, what's wrong with a brave warrior? The long sword is in the hand and the writing is in the heart, and the tiger roars and dragons roars to the frontier!"

The team passed, and the people who were reciting their faith were crying.

They had received news that their classmates who were devoted to martial arts and were generously killed in battle. Among those wooden coffins, their classmates' bodies were found.

Wiping away the tears, the scholars looked at each other and turned resolutely in the opposite direction.

"Where are you going?" the commander shouted behind him.

"Disciples are not worthy, so I will give up my pen and join the army!" the scholars shouted.

The teachers' faces turned pale, "Crazy?"

"We are willing to be a man of Ban Dingyuan, not Hanlin Lang!" The princes shouted in unison and their figures left.

~~~

The middle gate of the Martyrs' Temple was wide open, and the old army guarding the temple looked solemn.

Wooden coffins entered from the middle door, and continued the incense in the temple, coming in the wind and lingering.

In the veranda on both sides, portraits of founding nobles who died in battle were silently staring at them.

The stele of merit erected in the temple is the name of the martyr and the pen is strong.

The old ministers and nobles carrying the wooden coffin shouted in their voices with Huaiyin, "Let's go!"

"go home!"

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