"If they can really set off the storm, I will look at them!"

Jin Feng looked at the backs of the scholars, and said disdain: "His Royal Highness can rest assured that Shi Xiang burned his head. This group of people ran out of light. Obviously, it was a group of unsteady people who had a strong faith.

"So Mr. will deliberately let go of his ruthless words and scare them, right?"

The Princess Nine immediately understood Jin Feng's meaning.

"Yes, I just want them to feel that I am a madman who does not blink, so as not to run every day and be upset."

Jin Feng said with a smile.

It turns out that Jin Feng's decision is right.

When the scholars go back, they will inevitably scold the cursing, but no one dares to go to the big python to make trouble again.

They are really afraid that Jin Feng will interrupt their legs, or grab them and send them to the barracks.

Coupled with Jin Feng's intention to let people preach the marriage of Han Feng and Shi Lingyun everywhere, the attention of the people is gradually shifted.

Now the streets and alleys are discussing the marriage between the two, and fewer and fewer people discuss the loses.

So this farce is thunderous, the rain is small, and it will calm down soon.

Under the deliberate arrangements of Han Feng, this argument also quickly spread throughout the selection camp.

The girls heard that the scholars were troubled, and they finally returned to their calm hearts, and began to stun again.

Now that the scholars who know the troubles are all scolded by Mr. Jin, many girls calm down again.

The performance stage drama occupies the school field, and the selection is paused.

Many girls guessed that this was deliberately arranged by Jin Feng, but after the stage play and this scolding war, the girls were not in a hurry, and no one would no longer urge the results.

Instead, more girls focus on the marriage of Han Feng and Shi Lingyun.

Now I want to choose who is the most popular in the camp, not Jin Feng, but Shi Lingyun.

All girls regard her as an idol, and they are looking forward to her like a story, and she has a beautiful reunion ending with Han Feng.

Jin Feng and Princess Nine, Qing Xinyao discussed it, and after communicating with Han Feng and Shi Lingyun, he decided to set the wedding on the day of the monument to be held.

Because of sufficient labor, the monument is very fast, and now it has been erected.

Hundreds of stonemiths recruited from all over the place of Nishikawa have been engraved with stone monuments day and night.

The military horse battalion was broken, and Danzhu had no energy to collect corpses to the people of Dakang. After Jin Feng captured the camp, he ordered people to converge carefully the corpses of the people in the Jun Ma Ying, and then confirmed the identity one by one.

At this time, the stonemiths carved their names on the stone monument.

Hundreds of stonemiths work at the same time, and the speed is still fast.

A few days later, dozens of stone monuments stood around the monument.

The wedding of Han Feng and Shi Lingyun was also held on this day.

Numerous people got news and ran out of the city to see the fun.

For a time, the entire Great Mangpo was crowded.

All the people are looking forward to seeing what the legendary heroes look like.

Is it as beautiful and cool as the story?

But the people were not waiting for the welcoming team, but saw a funeral team transferred from the hillside next to it.

"Who's so unknown? Wedding here is holding a wedding. Are they coming to bury people, don't you find obscurity for others?"

"That's it, it's too bold!"

"I am married today, but the adults of the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau. Let's wait and see, this family is over!"

"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."

…

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 than normal coffins and much thinner.

There was no corpse 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.

The eighty -nine -year -old son has understood the meaning of death ignorant. In a word, he bite his lips and kneel down at the funeral team.

If someone takes the lead, someone will follow.

In the end, on the large open space, only soldiers who maintained order were still standing, and all the people kneeling.
Chapter completed!