"If they can really make waves, I'll take a high look at them!"
Jin Feng looked at the backs of the scholars and said disdainfully: "Don't worry, Your Highness, Shi Xiang has just burned his head, and all these people have fled. It is obvious that they are a ragtag group of people with extremely weak beliefs and cannot achieve anything."
"That's why sir deliberately said harsh words to scare them, right?"
The Ninth Princess immediately understood what Jin Feng meant.
"Yes, I just want them to think that I am a murderous lunatic, so that I don't have to come here and yell every day and make people upset."
Jin Feng said with a smile.
Facts have proved that Jin Feng's decision was right.
After the scholars returned, they inevitably scolded and cursed, but no one dared to go to Damanang Slope to cause trouble again.
They were really afraid that Jin Feng would break their legs or capture them and send them to the military camp.
Coupled with the fact that Jin Feng ordered people to publicize Han Feng and Shi Lingyun's marriage everywhere, people's attention was gradually diverted.
Nowadays, the marriage between the two people is being discussed everywhere in the streets, and fewer and fewer people are discussing the indiscretion.
So the farce subsided quickly with loud thunder and light rain.
Under Han Feng's deliberate arrangement, the controversy quickly spread throughout the selection camp.
When the girls heard that the scholars were making trouble, they finally regained their composure and began to feel uneasy again.
Now that we know that the scholars who made trouble were scolded by Mr. Jin, many girls have calmed down again.
Stage plays took over the school grounds, and selections were suspended.
Many girls guessed that this was a deliberate arrangement by Jin Feng, but after the stage play and the scolding battle, the girls were no longer anxious, and no one pressed for the result.
Instead, more girls focused their attention on the marriage between Han Feng and Shi Lingyun.
Now when it comes to who is the most popular in the selection camp, it is not Jin Feng, but Shi Lingyun.
All the girls regard her as their idol, and they all expect her to have a happy ending with Han Feng just like in the story.
After discussing with Princess Ninth and Qing Xinyao, and communicating with Han Feng and Shi Lingyun, Jin Feng decided to hold the wedding on the day when the monument was completed.
Because of the abundant labor force, the monument was built quickly and has now been erected.
Hundreds of stonemasons recruited from all over Xichuan worked day and night to carve stone tablets one after another.
The military horse camp was breached, and Danzhu had no energy to collect the corpses of the people of Dakang. After Jin Feng captured the camp, he ordered people to carefully collect the corpses of the people in the military horse camp, and then confirmed their identities one by one.
At this time, the masons carved their names on the stone tablets.
Hundreds of masons worked at the same time, and the speed was very fast.
A few days later, dozens of stone tablets were erected around the monument.
The wedding of Han Feng and Shi Lingyun was also held as scheduled on this day.
Countless people got the news and ran out of the city to watch the excitement.
For a time, the entire Damangpo slope was crowded with people.
All the people are eagerly waiting to see what the legendary heroine looks like.
Is it as beautiful and sassy as the story says?
But what the people were waiting for was not a wedding procession, but a funeral procession coming out of the nearby hillside.
"Who is so ignorant? There's a wedding going on here. They came here to bury people. Aren't they looking for bad luck for others?"
"Yes, this is too audacious!"
"The person getting married today is a big shot from the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau. Just wait and see, this family is doomed!"
"You deserve to die, you really don't know how to live or die!"
"No, why are all this funeral team wearing Zhenyuan Escort Bureau clothes?"
"It seems true."
"Hey, look, there are women carrying the coffin!"
"Where where?"
"Isn't the one at the front, on the left side of the coffin, a woman?"
"Really, whose family is this? Why are there such no rules? How can a woman carry the coffin?"
"Stop talking nonsense, that's the ninth princess!"
"I think you should stop talking nonsense. How can a noble princess carry someone else's coffin?"
"Forget it if you don't believe it. My family lives at the gate of the city. The Ninth Princess went in and out of the city twice not by carriage but by horseback. I could see it clearly!"
"My family delivers food to the Qing Mansion. I went to the Qing Mansion once and saw the Ninth Princess, that's her! And the two people behind the Ninth Princess, one is our Lord Zhou Mu and the other is General Meng of the Weisheng Army.
I’ve seen them all in Qing Mansion!”
"There are four people carrying a coffin. Three of them are the princess, the state pastor and a general. Who is the other person?"
"Do you still need to ask? It must be Mr. Jin from Zhenyuan Escort Agency!"
"Oh my God, who is in this coffin? The princess, Zhou Mu, Mr. Jin and General Meng are all carrying the coffin together?"
"I don't know either, he must be a big shot!"
"But I haven't heard that any big shot died in this war."
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Walking at the front of the funeral procession were Jin Feng, Ninth Princess, Qing Xinyao and Meng Tianhai.
The four of them carried a dark coffin.
Because too many people died this time, too many coffins were needed, and even the surrounding wood was chopped down and there were not enough.
Therefore, each coffin is smaller and much thinner than normal coffins.
There was no body inside, just a few jars of ashes.
There is nothing we can do about it because there are not enough coffins.
A coffin must contain several jars of ashes.
Even so, it was effortless for four people to lift it up.
But they didn't go fast.
The people were curious about who they were carrying.
"Don't guess, what your Highness and Mr. Jin are carrying are not big shots, they are just ordinary soldiers and ordinary people who died helping us seize the military horse camp."
A Weisheng sergeant responsible for maintaining order said: "All coffins are the same, there is no distinction between high and low."
"The majestic princess will carry the coffin for ordinary soldiers and common people?"
The people who heard this were stunned.
"Are all coffins the same?"
Some people's attention was also attracted by another sentence: "How many coffins are there?"
This time the soldiers maintaining order did not answer them, but the people themselves saw it.
Behind Jin Feng and the others, four more bodyguards appeared.
He was also carrying a thin coffin, which also contained several jars of ashes.
Then more and more coffins appeared from behind the foot of the mountain.
There are so many coffins that there are not enough escorts.
Then there are the soldiers from Tiehu Camp.
Next up is Sergeant Wilson.
One after another, coffins came out of the hillside, and the funeral procession became longer and longer, with no end in sight.
The people were discussing in a lively manner at first, but as more and more coffins came in, the atmosphere gradually became solemn.
"Son, your father is also in the coffin. Kneel down in front of your father and send your father on his last journey!"
A woman who was lucky enough to survive said while pressing her son's shoulder.
Her man died in the military horse camp, his body was collected by the escort, and his ashes are now in one of the coffins.
My son, who was eight or nine years old, already understood the meaning of death. Without saying a word, he bit his lip and knelt down in front of the funeral procession.
If someone takes the lead, someone will follow.
In the end, in the huge open space, only the soldiers who maintained order were still standing, while all the remaining people were kneeling.
But this time they were kneeling not on the ninth princess of the emperor, nor on their parents, Guanzhou Mu, but on the soldiers and common people who died fighting to resist the enemy.