Are you talking to those old killers? Aren’t you just waiting to be sprayed?
Are those people reasonable people? Are they people who can make sense?
In the early years, when Prince Zhu Biao was still alive, he was close to the civil servants, and it was as if he stepped on their tails. He kept saying things in the ears of the prince. The Ming Dynasty was all brought down by warriors. Your Highness, please don't listen to the nonsense of those scholars who suffered from the plague.
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What's more, now?
The civil servants were just angry and not stupid enough to fight against those old killers.
"That's enough, how can you behave like this?" Zhu Yunxi scolded, "You are really promising when you are quarreling in front of me?"
"I don't dare!" Everyone quickly apologized.
The Ming Dynasty's Five Army Governor's Mansion was a major concern for civil servants, but not for Zhu Yunxi. The Five Army Governor's Mansion seemed huge, but in fact it was very divided and could not pose a threat to the imperial power.
"Talking about the pension, where did you go? How many years have passed since the Ming Dynasty, is there going to be a civil and military battle in front of Gu?"
In fact, Zhu Yunxi knew the root cause of the matter. This great victory against Wu Liangha was the first large-scale foreign war victory won by him as the emperor's grandson after he came to power.
This kind of victory made the civil servants who had just seemed to see the light of day feel the crisis again.
Because the credit belongs to the warriors and has nothing to do with them.
"The Ming Dynasty has two legs, one is literature and the other is martial arts. Only by walking on two legs can the Ming Dynasty walk steadily!" Zhu Yunxi continued, "Without military men to protect the home and country, there is no talk of national peace and security. Without civilian officials to govern the world,
Where will the money and food come from for the warriors to fight?"
As he spoke, Zhu Yunxi sighed, "In a lonely heart, you are like two legs, two hands are indispensable. I will spare you this time, but next time you will ridicule each other like this in front of a lonely person, no matter who it is, you will be dismissed from office and punished!"
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"I obey the order!"
In fact, this kind of thing happened often even in front of the old man in the past. In the Ming Dynasty, the military men were unruly and the civil servants were stubborn. As long as the two sides disagreed later, they would confront each other tit for tat.
"Pensions are one of the things!" Zhu Yunxi continued, "The names of all the soldiers who died in the battle are engraved on the stone tablets and enshrined in the Heroes' Shrine to enjoy the incense for thousands of years!"
"Your Highness, you are so kind!" Upon hearing this, the military ministers all saluted and praised.
At this time, the eunuch bastard bowed shamefully, walked in with small steps, and came in holding a document, "Your Highness, eight hundred miles is urgent!"
Zhu Yunxi took it, his face was suddenly full of smiles, and he said, "Li Jinglong's book will arrive in the capital in two days!" As he said that, Zhu Yunxi thought about it, "After the victory, the teacher will return to the court, and I will be the one to welcome him!
"Then, he put down the zhezi and said solemnly, "According to Gu's decree, open the Daming Gate and let the soldiers of the three armies enter the city through the Daming Gate!"
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"There is no such rule. Since the dynasty, the people who have won and returned to dynasty have always used Deshengmen!"
"The Emperor walked through the Daming Gate, isn't this..."
As soon as this oral order came out, it set off another explosion in the capital.
There are a lot of discussions in the streets and alleys, and this is what people say when they get together.
Especially near the end of the year, there are already a lot of men on the street buying New Year's goods. When they are tired from walking, they sit in the teahouse and start talking in groups.
"Hi, our Lord Donggong has been fond of martial arts since he was a child."
"Let the soldiers go through the Ming Dynasty Gate to inspire the athletes of the world. You will all fight for the Ming Dynasty!"
"What you said is true or false!"
"My old uncle's nephew's brother-in-law is from the Commander-in-Chief of the Fifth Army. How can this be false?"
The streets and alleys were full of such discussions. On the day when the army returned in triumph, the people of the whole city mobilized, and there was a sea of people outside the city gate.
The government officials in charge of public security and the soldiers patrolling the city were sweating profusely and separated the people watching the excitement on both sides of the road.
When a country is strong, people naturally love it.
Although the Ming Dynasty had great military prowess, it had been several years since a large army returned in triumph and was personally welcomed by the king.
The people on both sides of the road seemed to be celebrating the New Year in advance, wearing new clothes and beaming with joy. Even many female relatives were mixed in the crowd, holding on to the corners of their fathers, brothers or husbands, and looking into the distance.
On the archery tower of the Ming Dynasty Gate, Zhu Yunxi stood upright in a brand-new five-grain gold dragon robe. Beside him, civil servants and generals were lined up on both sides. Many old nobles who were retiring at home were also present in military uniforms. They were also wearing dragon robes.
He was wearing a six-pound robe and leaned curiously on the railing, looking down at the sea of people below.
There were too many people below. Looking along both sides of the city gate, one could see endless black heads. There was also a deafening noise and noise.
Amidst this deafening sound, the eardrums of Zhu Yunxi and the officials on the arrow tower were shaking, and they had to speak loudly to avoid being heard.
Suddenly, several groups of cavalry galloped over from a distance. The horses' hooves quickly passed through the official road and stopped directly under the city gate.
The knight dismounted, stepped on the steps leading to the arrow tower, and flew up the stairs.
"I pay homage to Your Highness!"
"How far are they, Lord Cao Guo?" Zhu Yunxi asked with a smile.
The knight replied, "There are still twenty miles!" He said, thinking slightly, "But..."
"But what?" Zhu Yunxi said.
"Cao Guogong's team is a little weird..."
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The noisy crowd suddenly became quiet, eerily quiet.
Zhu Yunxi stood on the arrow tower and looked out, and the flag of the army had already appeared in his sight.
But there was no cavalry as expected to clear the way, and the men in gold armor and silver helmets were majestic and majestic.
The Ming Dynasty battle flag that appeared in his sight was actually covered with white borders. The infantry at the front of the army were all wrapped in white cloth belts.
"This..." The civil servants and generals were astonished, and many veteran generals had already begun to curse, "What is Li Jiujiang doing? Are you going to mourn? Damn it!"
Gradually, Zhu Yunxi saw clearly.
What appeared in his sight was an army decorated with white.
Walking soldiers, war horses, carriages, mule carts.
Suddenly, his eyes widened.
Among the army, many soldiers at the front were carrying wooden poles on their shoulders.
Coffin poles!
Coffins were carried one by one, passing by the official road outside Daming Gate.
They were alive when they went to war, and they were heroes when Desheng returned to the country...
Between heaven and earth, there is silence.
The team carrying the coffin moved forward slowly, with every step being solemn and extremely slow.
There was no sadness on the faces of the soldiers carrying the coffin, but their pupils were covered with a trace of business.
Li Jinglong walked at the front of the team, carrying a thick wooden pole on his shoulders and still wearing broken and bloody armor.
This army is not at all what people think. They seem to have just walked in from the battlefield, with murderous intent, scars, blood, sadness and hatred on their bodies.
"Li Jinglong!" Next to Zhu Yunxi, Chang Mao, the founding father of the country, said angrily, "What are you doing?"
"Come here!" Zhu Yunxi said.
"My slave is here!" Bastard stepped forward.
"Change clothes for me, take off your auspicious clothes!" Zhu Yunxi said softly.
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Li Jinglong carried the wooden coffin containing the ashes of his colleagues and slowly walked to the Daming Gate.
Wherever he passed, the people on both sides retreated silently, their eyes filled with disbelief and even fear.
The scene in front of them was beyond their imagination. These men, who seemed to have walked out of blood and fire, were they really a victorious army? Are those coffins filled with fallen heroes?
No one has ever done this!
Didn’t it mean a triumph? Didn’t it mean a victory? Why do I feel so sad!
One coffin after another walked forward, and among the crowds on both sides, many elderly people closed their eyes and chanted the Buddha's name with solemn expressions. Many people reached out and picked off the bead flowers on the heads of the female relatives around them. Many people covered the heads of the children who wanted to scream.
Mouth.
There is silence between heaven and earth.
The wooden pole was taken over by the soldiers, and Li Jinglong stepped forward a little tiredly, kneeling three times and nine times in front of the flying dragon flag on the Daming Gate.
He raised his head again, with tears streaming down his face, and shouted, "Your Highness, I have brought all my sons back!"
With that said, he turned around and shouted at the coffins behind him, "Brothers, go home!"