"The empress didn't speak for a long time, which shows that she felt unhappy." Lin Chu stared at Lin Moran with a smile. She must make her statement in public today no matter what. Only then can the matter of Su Wen be truly settled.
"I..." Lin Moran gritted his teeth and said in a hoarse voice, "I am very satisfied."
"The Concubine Xian is satisfied, but I am not."
The girl's clear voice was very penetrating, and everyone followed the sound. They saw Duanmuyan leading Li Zongtai, who was dressed in military uniform, into the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart.
"Yan'er kowtows to uncle." Duan Muyan knelt down and saluted, and when he raised his head, he winked at Duan Mulang. His smile was playful and charming: "Yan'er had something very important to say to uncle, so he barged in regardless of the obstruction at the entrance of the palace. Please also ask.
Uncle, don’t be angry."
As soon as Duanmu Lang pondered, Duanmu Yan pursed his lips: "Uncle, don't be angry, Yan'er really has important things. Can you forgive me? Okay?"
Lin Chu was amazed when he saw it. It was salty or sweet, Duanmuyan was now successful!
"Get up." Duanmulang looked at the soft and cute female doll, feeling helpless: "I hope your matter is really important, otherwise I will not be lenient."
"Thank you, uncle." Duanmuyan smiled happily. After standing up, the smile in his eyes suddenly disappeared into his dark pupils, and was no longer visible.
"Li Zongtai, please bring the things over."
Boom! Boom!
The heavy armor collided with each other, causing a thrilling tremor when walking. Li Zongtai's waist was straight, and even though he was old, he was not bent by the weight of the heavy armor.
Taking one step or two, he walked to Duanmuyan and solemnly held the camphor wood box in his hand to her.
The camphor wood has a heavy color and is as smooth as a mirror. It has obviously been carefully cared for after years of wind and rain.
"Here is the medal of commendation given to Li Zongtai by the emperor when he and his mother fought on the battlefield!"
The girl's voice was sonorous and powerful, and she turned her wrist.
Wow!
Several rays of golden light flew out of the box and landed on the table in front of Duanmulang. The shining golden badge was cold, but at this moment it lit up the passion in everyone's hearts. It was an eventful year more than ten years ago.
Witness is the supreme honor that a man pursues throughout his life.
"This one was obtained after the slaves led the death squad to successfully kill the Princess Protector when she was surrounded by rebels in the valley." Li Zongtai's fingers trembled, and there was a complicated recollection of the past in his eyes: "In that battle, two hundred versus three thousand
, killed them for a day and a night. Except for the slave and the eldest princess, everyone else was killed, and none of the rebels survived."
"This one was obtained by blocking the sword for the emperor." Li Zongtai closed his eyes, feeling uneasy: "The sword was so heavy that it almost took off one of the slave's legs. Although the slave was lucky enough to save his life, he has never been able to do it again since then.
Not a man!"
Lin Chu's eyes moved slightly. Wasn't Li Zongtai a eunuch who had been in the palace since he was a child?
He defended the emperor's sword on the battlefield and became disabled, so he had no choice but to enter the palace. No wonder he could lead troops to fight as a eunuch.
"This one..."
The quietness of the Yangxin Hall could be heard, but the old eunuch's words were steady and powerful, like a stream flowing gracefully.
Each of Li Zongtai's medals carries a heavy weight. It brings everyone back to that bloody and terrifying time, and they can't help but sigh at the happiness of today's life.
"Li Zongtai." Duanmulang's eyes darkened: "Neither Xichu nor I will forget your sacrifice, nor will we let down the martyrs who died on the battlefield."
"The emperor's benevolence and righteousness are the blessings of Western Chu." Li Zongtai's eyes surged: "But some people have long forgotten the hard-won life today, trampling on the faces of heroes and soldiers under their feet, and trampling on them at will. Please return the favor to the emperor.