That is the list of soldiers who died in the Tang-Yu War.
This war can no longer simply be described as tragic. Battles between monks have always been extremely cruel. Often, tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people die in a single battle.
"I am an old friend of Mr. Hou, and I have come to pay my respects to Mr. Hou's remains."
Lu Yu said.
"you……"
The concierge looked Lu Yu up and down, then turned around and said, "Just wait, I'll go and report him."
Outside Xiahou Mansion, white snow was falling and the cold wind was blowing.
Lu Yu stood in the cold wind, feeling the chill coming from all around, his expression unchanged.
After two full incense sticks of time passed, the door of Xiahou Mansion was pushed open.
"Master Hou has no old friends for a long time! If you are looking for trouble, then you must get through me first!"
A disciple of the Xiahou Mansion walked out with a cold voice, holding a long sword.
The concierge whispered behind him: "Young Master Ninth, that's him. He claims to be an old friend of the Marquis."
"you……"
When the disciples of the Xiahou Mansion saw Lu Yu, they were suddenly startled and the sword in their hands fell to the ground.
He rubbed his eyes and stepped forward to take a closer look. Suddenly, his heart was shocked and he was about to bow down immediately.
"No need! I am seeing off Mr. Hou today, so just think of me as an ordinary old friend of Mr. Hou."
Lu Yu supported the disciple of Xiahou Mansion.
"Yes! Yes! I, Xia Houshuo, have met you once. It is our honor to have you come to our house, please come in!"
Xia Houshuo welcomed Lu Yu in with a respectful look on his face.
As the two of them walked along, servants dressed in plain clothes could be seen everywhere in the mansion, holding white lanterns in their hands and walking quickly with their heads lowered.
Lu Yu looked around, and the entire mansion was filled with an aura of sadness.
The children of the former Xiahou Mansion all had confident smiles on their faces.
But now everyone looks gloomy and depressed, which is completely different.
The mourning hall was already full of people.
Clan members from all branches of the Xiahou Mansion gathered here to see Xiahou Li off.
Deafening sounds of sorrow and joy echoed all around, and countless clan members of the Xiahou Mansion knelt on the ground, wailing endlessly.
Lu Yu looked into the eyes of all the clan members, but found that only a few people present were genuinely grieving, while many more were showing cunning and pretending to be grieving.
Lu Yu let out a short sigh.
Xiahou Li was a soldier for half his life, and almost all his thoughts were placed on his family. However, unexpectedly, he did not have peace of mind after his death. I am afraid that Xiahou's mansion will experience another turmoil.
"I heard that the Marquis met a peerless master of the Tang Dynasty, and even his head was smashed, leaving no whole body. We asked people in the army to collect the remains of the Marquis. It was enough for us.
It took half a month to finally piece together the body."
When Xia Houshuo said this, his voice was trembling, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Lu Yu shook his head and said nothing. He stood among the funeral crowd and looked at the last broken face of his old friend.
In front of the coffin, a woman in white clothes was supported by a maid, her face was pale, and she was sobbing repeatedly.
This is Mrs. Xiahou.
In Lu Yu's impression, Mrs. Xiahou stabilized the Xiahou family when Xiahou Li went out to fight. She was a woman who was smart on the outside and strong on the inside.
But now, due to excessive sadness, Mrs. Xiahou's hair turned gray overnight, and she was even a little unsteady when standing.