There are several tablets enshrined on the ebony table with clear smoke, and the two in the middle are the names of his parents.

"Father, mother!" Mei Changsu knelt down in front of the incense table with a "dong" sound and kowtowed repeatedly.

He couldn't remember the last time he called his father. After a long prologue, he raised his head and stared at the memorial tablet in front of him, crying silently.

"Xiao Shu, give your parents some incense!" Yang Guandao wiped away his tears and said with a trembling voice, "They have been waiting for you for a long time!"

After Mei Changsu kowtowed three times, he gritted his teeth and stood up. He took three sticks of incense, lit a fire and put them on the incense burner.

The position of my friend Lin Xie and the position of my sister Xiao Qintong

One is the commander-in-chief of the court, and the other is the eldest princess of the court.

Nowadays, even the memorial tablets can only live under the roof of others!

And as their only son, he not only gave up his hair and skin, but also had to borrow other people's places to burn incense!

Thinking of this, Mei Changsu was even more sad.

Yang Guandao also lit three incense sticks and said in a loud voice: "Brother Lin, Qin Tong, I have brought your child. You should take a good look at him."

Hearing this, Mei Changsu couldn't help but feel sour in his heart. He knelt on the grass in front of the incense table again and lowered his head in silence.

He didn't know how to face his parents. The two tablets outlined with gold powder were dark and deep, like a pair of sad eyes asking: Who are you?

"Xiao Shu!" Yang Guandao said heartbrokenly, "Raise your head and look at the tablets of your parents!"

No, Mei Changsu shook his head.

"Lift your head!" Yang Guandao said sharply.

Mei Changsu raised his head stiffly, and the moment he saw the words clearly, indescribable sadness surged in his heart.

Reduce the number of strokes to avoid taboos! It’s still his handwriting!

how come……

"I carved the cards!" Yang Guandao explained.

Where did the word "ke" come from?

Lin Chen, even if you and I are not close friends, you shouldn't treat me like this! You shouldn't...

Mei Changsu's heart was as sharp as a knife, and the tears that had been rolling in her eyes for a long time finally fell.

"The child is unfilial, the child is unfilial!" Mei Changsu choked while lying on the ground.

"Xiao Shu!" Yang Guandao toughened his heart and continued, "Look again at what is in front of the tablet!"

What?

Eyes blurred by tears looked at the incense table again.

Without him, there is only one purse - a blood-stained purse lying quietly in front of the memorial tablet.

It was a purse embroidered by my mother herself for my father, who always kept it with me.

He also had a similar purse, but it was lost in Meiling Beigu during the last battle.

"I found him!" Yang Guandao choked and said, "In Meiling, where there are mountains of bones! His eyes are wide open, and his chest and back are full of arrows!"

Mei Changsu closed his eyes. The purgatory-like Mei Ling appeared in his dreams every night. In his dreams, he asked why again and again. In his dreams, he was tired of fighting and watched the familiar people turn into ghosts one by one.

Shadow...and was woken up again and again by the "pain" of the fire dragon stalking him and the sword slashing at him.

Yang Guandao wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves: "I have been to Meiling several times, and I know the forest trails so that I can get to the main camp of Chiyan before Xie Yu and others! But what can I do? I can't do anything.

I can't do it! I can't close your father's eyes for you, I can't pull out the arrows on his body, and I can't take him away from Meiling! All I can do is find Qin Kexiu's purse from him and put it

It was brought back as his bones!"

Mei Changsu covered his chest with his hands, gritted his teeth and stared at the purse in front of the memorial tablet without saying a word.

"I know Xie Yu and others will take him back to Jinling, and I know how Xiao Xuan will treat him, but I can only let him lie there... He is handsome! He must lie in that position! No matter it is for the living

Either for the sake of the deceased, he must be in that position!" Yang Guandao wiped his tears and burst into tears.

"Why?" Mei Changsu has lost the ability to think.

"Not to mention whether he is willing to leave the Chiyan soldiers who swore to protect him to the death, he must stay in that position even for the sake of all the people captured alive by Xie Yu!" Yang Guandao said sadly, "If the whereabouts of the 'chief culprit' are unknown, he will be captured alive.

How serious will the man Xie Yu capture alive be punished? What’s more, it will be exploited by people with ulterior motives. Oh, I don’t know how many more crimes Chi Yan will be accused of by then!"

"Father, handsome!" There was another heavy ring.

"Xiao Shu, apart from the tablets for your parents, I can only set up tablets for the Lin family, the Yingwang family and the Nie family who have followed the Lin family for generations."

"Xiao Shu, I'm so ashamed of you uncles!" Mei Changsu lowered his head sadly.

"Chiyan is the chief general, excluding the Lin family, all three clans have been wiped out. But my incense table can only accommodate the memorial tablets of Chiyan's general clan. As for their relatives, they can only be enshrined in the name of the name list!"

In a small room, how many tablets can be enshrined on one incense table?

"For the 70,000 Chiyan men who swore to defend the territory of Daliang to the death, Zhongliang who was killed by Xiao Xuan for defending Chiyan, and the woman who died on the street for the Lin Mansion's burial, I can only worship them in the name of a list!"

After that, Yang Guandao bowed to the tablet on the incense table.

Mei Changsu couldn't kneel down and bowed, and he suppressed the screams in his throat time and time again.

"This man has passed away, why do people in the world care about him?" Yang Guandao said with a sad tone, "Xiao Shu, you said they have no tomb, no monument, no position, and no spirit, why do they care about him?

"Lin Shu swears to his father and mother, to all his uncles, and to everyone who has been affected by Chi Yan, Lin Shu will definitely make Xiao Xuan admit his mistake personally, and he will definitely let the Chi Yan case be brought to light!" Mei Changsu suppressed his grief and anger.

said loudly.

"Why do you think about it?" Yang Guandao continued as if he didn't hear Mei Changsu's words, "It's just a few shoes, a few purses, and a few tassels picked up on the street!"

Mei Changsu looked at the incense table with tears in his eyes. As expected, there were several cloth shoes, a few tattered purses and a few loose tassels scattered on it.

Even if he was in Jinling at that time, he could only do this.

Who could have done it?

Mei Changsu thought of someone—Lin Chen.

His empty eyes slowly scanned every tablet on the desk and the neatly stacked rosters.

There are people from one clan of the tablet tablet, nine clans of the Lin clan, one clan of the King of Ying, three clans of the Nie clan, three clans of the Ji clan...

Every time he swept a tablet, he kowtowed heavily. He also thought about building an ancestral hall and erecting a tablet for all the dead in vain. However, although the world is huge, there is no space for him to do this...

Yang Guandao also felt the same and followed Mei Changsu's gaze as he scanned each tablet.

The spiritual positions were established by him in the name of his clan. Some of them he was familiar with, and some he didn't know. These people he knew or didn't know were put into the same room because of the same thing.

"Uncle King Yao...!" After kneeling down to worship all the tablets, Mei Changsu composed himself, but hesitated to speak.

"Do you want to ask where the memorial tablet of King Qi's family is?" Yang Guandao said with a half-smile.

"Did uncle King Yao create a secret room to worship brother Jingyu?" Mei Changsu asked cautiously. Could it be...

Yang Guandao shook his head, looked away and snorted coldly: "King Qi is not worthy of me setting up a memorial tablet for him. It would be great to have his name on the list of this incense table!"

Mei Changsu was shocked. Why?

He was confused but didn't ask. He looked at the corner of the incense table and rubbed his fingers.

"Xiao Shu, are you thinking that he is not worthy of me, an elder, to set up a memorial tablet for him?" Yang Guandao turned the rosary and snorted coldly, "If I, Yang Guandao, have such thoughts, how can I allow my children to marry themselves?"

Why is that? Mei Changsu's heart skipped a beat and he looked at Yang Guandao doubtfully.

"In terms of talent, he ranks first among all the princes. But if he was half as smart and smart as Princess Jing, how could these people be in this small place? How could you and I be in this small room?"

"Brother Jingyu..." He just...the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat. What should he say? Is it right to say that brother Jingyu doesn't want to figure out the "Sacred Heart"? Or is it wrong to say that his sister-in-law's words and deeds are wrong?

"Xiao Shu, you call your father Father Shuai, do you know the meaning of Father Shuai?"

"The commander-in-chief is above all, and the father is below!" Mei Changsu replied, "The commander-in-chief is above all else!"

"Then does the brother Jing Yu you are talking about understand that kings and ministers are father and son, ministers first and sons second?" Yang Guandao said coldly.

"Whether he is a minister or a son, brother Jing Yu has never done anything that undermines the authority of the king!" Mei Changsu said confidently.

"Really? How can we explain that all the civil and military officials in the dynasty followed Xiao Jingyu's words?" Yang Guandao said in a deep voice.

"What brother Jing Yu said is for the country and the people, why can't the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty follow his words and act on it?" Mei Changsu asked rhetorically.

"Okay!" Yang Guandao nodded, "I'll ask you again, what do you think about the point just mentioned that 'within a period of thirty years, the people of the Hua ethnic group will receive the same treatment as the people of Daliang'?

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"Brother Jingyu is kind and loving to the people!" Mei Changsu replied proudly.

"Do you want to know what Lin Chen said back then?" Yang Guandao asked with a sneer.

"What did he say?" Mei Changsu asked hurriedly. When he had just become a disciple of Li Chong, what would Lin Chen, who was only one year older than him, think about getting his uncle Yao to "praise" him?

"After thirty years of silently adhering to the old rules, how many people would want to change? Do you want an imperial decree to be effective? He doesn't even think about his own identity!"

After thirty years of silently adhering to the rules, how many people would want to change?

Does an imperial decree have to be implemented and implemented?

Do Lin Chen’s words represent Langya Pavilion’s evaluation?
To be continued...