"I will listen to your Majesty's wishes today, what kind of national flag should I get in the future? It is a national flag that has never been seen in the past dynasties and represents our Ming Dynasty!"
"That flag is our Ming Dynasty. From now on, wherever our Ming Dynasty lives, there must be a sun and moon flag!"
"From now on, on every first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, what kind of flag-raising ceremony will be held outside the Martyrs' Shrine and the Daming Gate? The emperor and the prince will all participate, and the princes and princes will all take their seats!"
Cao Zhen grinned and said, "I don't understand what these mean, but I feel like, damn, this flag is not simple! The emperor also said that although Lan Xiaoer was not the first minister of the Ming Dynasty, he was the first
A flag-draper. Damn it, isn’t this an honor?”
"Well!" Guo Ying nodded, "The emperor personally dressed us up. Isn't this just like the emperor personally dressing us in old clothes? It's quite decent when you think about it!"
"Although he and Lan Xiaoer are good friends and have a good friendship!" Cao Zhen continued, "But we are not any worse than him. I don't dare to expect to be able to enjoy the Ancestral Temple, but we have to have the national flag, right?"
"You are close to the emperor, so we brothers want to ask you!" Guo Ying also said, "In the future, will we old people be buried according to this rule, or will only Lan Xiaoer have it and no one else will?"
"I knew that if you two treat me well, it's definitely not good!" Li Jinglong cursed in his heart.
He vaguely heard something about the national flag from the emperor, saying that it was the symbol of the Ming Dynasty. From now on, wherever there is the sun and moon flag, it will be the territory of the Ming Dynasty. He also said that this national flag is higher than the emperor's dragon flag.
To be buried with the national flag is a person who has made great contributions to the country. And this honor is definitely much higher than the honors of the prince, grand master, prince, Taibao, etc.
"This..." Li Jinglong muttered.
"Say it!" The two old men threw away their chopsticks and exchanged cold eyebrows.
"Based on the merits of the two of you, there should be no problem!" Li Jinglong didn't know for sure, but he could only say nice words, "Are you the heroes who founded the country? Your Majesty is a distinguished veteran. The merits of the two of you are there. Your Majesty, today
Didn’t I say that, imitating Lingyan Pavilion’s old style, both of you will definitely be on the list!”
After saying this, the two old men immediately beamed.
But the next second, Cao Zhen frowned and grinned again, "Hey, if that's the case, why don't you see anyone painting my portrait?"
"What portrait?" Li Jinglong said blankly.
"Tsk, just the ones hanging in the corridor of the Heroes' Shrine." Cao Zhen said loudly, "Just like your father-in-law and your father!"
"Portrait!" Li Jinglong understood.
"Neither do I?" Guo Ying frowned, "If you say that, I'm really confused. Who painted those portraits? How can they be so real?"
The portraits of the heroes were painted by the royal painters after the emperor promised to enjoy the Ancestral Ancestral Temple. After the paintings were completed, they were hung directly in the Ancestral Ancestral Temple.
"Do you know who painted it?" Cao Zhen glared and continued to ask, "I'll go find him later, give them more money, and ask him to paint a few more pictures for me."
"What do you want so many of those things for?" Guo Ying asked.
"Don't leave a message for future generations!" Cao Zhen said while drinking. "Hang a few of them at home and put them in the ancestral hall. Put one on my grave. It's easy to recognize!"
"Who do you want to scare to death when you put a portrait on a dog's grave?" Guo Ying scolded.
Then the two old men stopped talking at the same time and looked at Li Jinglong together.
The old killer always strives for victory while alive, but also has to distinguish himself even after death, for fear of letting others compete with him!
"The younger generation really doesn't know that you two deserve to share the meritorious temple of the Imperial Ancestral Temple. But there must be a place for both of you in the Hall of Heroes!" Li Jinglong said thoughtfully, "As for your portraits? If you two are in a hurry, why don't you find someone to paint it yourself?
I know a few good painters, and my paintings are almost like real people!"
After saying that, he paused and said, "You are all of this age, so if one day... right, you don't have time to draw, it's better to prepare in advance!"
The two old men still didn't speak and continued to stare at Li Jinglong.
The latter's scalp was numb, and it took him a long time to speak, "Um... I will go back and ask the emperor to find out what happened behind you two...!"
"Drink, drink!" Guo Ying said with a smile, "I know you can do things well!"
"You two are both strong and strong. Isn't it a bit unlucky to start thinking about the aftermath now?" Li Jinglong said with a smile.
"What's so unlucky? No one is dead yet. Besides, as you said, we two brothers might get smoked one day." Cao Zhen said with a smile, "It doesn't hurt to plan early!" As he said, suddenly
He smiled evilly and said, "Fourth brother, it's the Chinese New Year, it's time for the old brothers to walk around more. Tomorrow I will prepare the Noble Phantasm at home, how many tricks can I ask the brothers to do?"
"Don't tell me, my hands are really prickly!" Guo Ying said with a smile, "Just prepare more money. If I don't do anything else tomorrow, I will kill you, the banker!"
"You must have that ability!" Cao Zhen curled his lips and said, "In this life, if you don't talk about anything else, you will fight and gamble. Fourth brother, you are no match!"
"You want to say that I'm not as good as you in doing that, and I agree. But you're saying the opposite!" Guo Ying retorted.
Li Jinglong looked at the two old men and was a little confused, "You two, Lan Shuai has just passed away, you two...?"
"What? If he dies, we won't live anymore!" Cao Zhen said.
"What do you mean? Can we go with you?" Guo Ying also said.
"No, no..." Li Jinglong waved his hand, "It's just, the friendship between you guys..."
"This is not our friendship. If you really cry like a girl, Lan Xiaoer will be unhappy!" Guo Ying picked up a few chicken heads, bit off the comb, and said vaguely, "Our generation
People, I’ve seen a lot of life and death!”
"It's because he's dead that we have to have fun!" Cao Zhen drank wine, "You also said that we are all this age, and one of us will be missing if he dies. If you don't have fun while you are alive, how can you have fun when you are dead?
"Playing for money with the Lord of Hell? How much is enough to lose?" He said, laughing, "Don't you remember? The day after your father-in-law died, we found someone to sing in the hall?"
"Kill the talent!" Li Jinglong cursed in his heart.
Guo Ying, on the other hand, looked at him seriously, "You are usually so dexterous, why are you so confused today?"
Li Jinglong was startled by these words and didn't know where to start.
"The old emperor didn't even go today!" Guo Ying chewed up the chicken head and swallowed it, then took a sip of wine.
"This...?" Li Jinglong still didn't understand for a moment.
"Yesterday, I handed over the old man to Ping Bao'er, and I handed over to Jingying, who had just been in charge for a few days!" Guo Ying said with a smile.
Suddenly, Li Jinglong understood.
Huaixi Xungui Group's complete farewell to the court began with Lan Yu's funeral.
The Emperor did not go up to the tower to watch the sacrifice of prisoners at the Meridian Gate, nor did he attend the state funeral, which explains everything.
After more than a year of transition, the real power is now in the hands of the emperor. As the emperor and the courtiers, the old guys have completely begun to enjoy their old age.
Ming Dynasty will truly enter the era of new kings.
This is probably why Guo Ying and Cao Zhen care so much about their honors after death! Because their honors will be decided by the emperor, not the Supreme Emperor.
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After a long drinking session, Li Jinglong felt a little dazed while riding on his horse, especially after seeing the wind.
In the capital city, the sound of firecrackers is heard from time to time, and the smoke of fireworks is everywhere.
“It’s Chinese New Year, another fucking year!”
Li Jinglong sighed in his heart, dismounted and entered the door.
As soon as I stepped in and before I could stand still, the housekeeper ran towards me, covered in sweat, "Master, where have you been?"
"Why should I report to you where I am going?" Li Jinglong said angrily.
"No, the Duke of Song Dynasty sent someone to announce the funeral..."
"Wait a minute, whose family is it?" Li Jinglong's eyes widened, "Mr. Feng?"
"He's dead!" the steward whispered, "His family said that after seeing the prisoners sacrificed, he went home and drank a sip of wine, and he didn't wake up after falling asleep." Then he whispered again, "There are also people from the palace.
I'm looking for you, and I asked you to attend the funeral!"
Duke Feng Sheng of Song Dynasty is dead!
Because of what happened to King Zhou, he has been very unpopular recently. He was not allowed to go to Lan Yu's funeral, and he was not allowed to go to the city gate tower to present prisoners at the Meridian Gate.
"Okay, it's Chinese New Year..." Li Jinglong sighed, "I...ah!"