"Your Highness, no!"

The scene of Duke Cao was under the archery tower in the city gate, which surprised the ministers.

The crown prince Zhu Yunyu, who changed his clothes, was shocked by the ministers.

Today, I followed Zhu Yunyu to watch the ceremony. In addition to the founding nobles and princes of Huaixi, there were also the ministers of the six ministers of the Ming Dynasty, the Hanlin Academy, and many historians.

At this moment, Zhu Yunxiu took off his red golden dragon robe and changed into a green robe with a tug-up dragon robe. The jade belt around his waist was also removed and replaced with a thumping cloth belt.

What moved the ministers the most was that the princely grandson was wrapping a white cloth belt around his waist while walking.

"Is the Crown Prince... going to Pei Xiao to the soldiers who died in battle?"

Almost in an instant, the Hanlin scholars led by Liu Sanwu knelt in front of Zhu Yunxiu.

"Your Highness, no! You are the national crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, and the future emperor, how can you...?" Liu Sanwu kowtowed and said, "Heaven, Earth, Lord, Lord, and Father, how can you do it..."

Zhu Yunxiu was blocked. He looked at the people in front of him and said lightly, "Gu Xian was Erlang of the Ming Dynasty, and he was the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty. He only had more than half of the tens of thousands of triumphs. They died in battle for the Ming Dynasty and were passionate. Why not pay tribute to them?"

"It is okay to pay tribute, but this is not possible!" Liu Sanwu shouted, "You are the king and father. You have never found any rules since ancient times, let alone such etiquette. Where does Your Highness dominate the subjects in the world?"

"Stop!" Among the martial artists and nobles on the side, Guo Ying, the Marquis of Wuding, who was as white as a good person, said angrily, "How do you highness do it? Do you want scholars like this to be noisy?"

Liu Sanwu didn't even look over there, and continued to walk forward, "Your Highness, Yu Li is not in harmony!"

"In your heart, is the ritual of death greater than that of the dead?" Zhu Yunxiu looked at him, "Mr. Father. King. Father. It is not said it, but made it!" As he said, he went around the other party directly, walked down, and shouted, "I not only want to pay tribute to them, but also want to carry the coffin for them!"

As he said that, his figure stopped on the stairs and looked back at the ministers, his eyes were a little bloodshot, "They were sent to fight for the country alone, and now..."

"Your Highness! This is not a move!"

The civil officials were in a hurry, especially the Hanlin Bachelor's degree.

Zhu Yunxi's move directly shattered their long-standing view of hierarchy and etiquette.

"Your Highness!" Liu Sanwu quickly stepped forward, and in desperation, he actually wanted to reach out and pull Zhu Yunxi.

But the next second, his hand was grabbed tightly by a pair of iron hands and clattered.

Guo Ying looked at them with a sneer and said, "A group of plague scholars who are studying hard know how to sell their mouths, and they have no human feelings at all!"

"Marquis Wuding, I am a minister of the court. How dare I insult me?" Liu Sanwu was furious and stared at me unwillingly.

Guo Ying slowly let go of his hand, walked to the railing, looked at the team under the city, and said slowly, "What Your Highness did today, the emperor also did it back then!"

In one sentence, the nobles present instantly reminded the past and their faces became excited.

"At that time, Chen Youliang came to attack us hundreds of thousands of people, but everyone said they could not defeat us. Some said they ran away, some said they surrendered, and the emperor said they must fight. So we waited for the men and women to ambush Chen Youliang's 200,000 troops in Heilong Bay!"

Guo Ying turned around, his eyes bright, "In that battle, we were outside Yingtian City, and the army that killed Chen Youliang was not left behind. But in that battle, our men also suffered heavy losses!"

"Although Chen Youliang lost one, he still has an army of 600,000. And we, one dead, one less!"

"That day, I brought my man to the city with the death of the battle, and the emperor guarded the city gate!"

"He watched the brothers who died in battle be carried in one by one. He was wearing white mourning clothes!"

Speaking of this, Guo Ying's voice turned into a shout, "Your Highness the Grand Prince is my Huaixi bloodline and a descendant of the martial artists. What's wrong with filial piety for the Ming Dynasty to show his grief and honor?"

The civil servants are silent. Perhaps they are all the best in their studies and writing, and they are even more talented people with great knowledge. But they don’t understand this most direct and powerful way to express emotions.

In fact, they have never understood. They know how to be an official herdsman. But they don’t understand why the powerful Dayuan was overthrown by a group of mud legs. They know how to be superior and inferior, and how to carry boats, but they don’t understand what the real human nature is.

"Brothers!" Cao Zhen, the Marquis of Jingchuan, smiled among the nobles, "The little master has gone down, so let's not be idle either!"

"Let's go!" Wuding Hou Guo Ying took off the crown on his head and laughed, "Let's go and pick up the men who died in battle!"

"Walk!"

Zhu Yunxiu had just walked halfway, and he heard rapid steps coming from behind.

Looking back, dozens of white-haired veterans also took off the python suit of the Duke and only wore close-fitting white clothes, followed him and went downstream.

Zhu Yunxi nodded and walked downwards with big strides.

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The coffins were carried one by one, and they slowly walked to the city gate.

The people around, the yamen runners, guards, etc. were watching silently.

On those rough coffins, the names, hometowns, ages and names of the people who died in battle were engraved with knives. Among the people who died in battle, every stroke under the age of sixteen was written.

"How can their mother live?" A woman in the crowd couldn't help but cry.

The dead are sons raised by their parents and placed high hopes on their children, husbands who are waiting for their return by their wives, fathers who want to hold their hands tightly and ride on their necks with a smile.

Now, they have become cold corpses.

"Yang Shiqi, the Imperial College Superintendent, today I would like to thank the heroes of the Ming Dynasty!" Among the crowd, a young man like a scholar, bowed down with tears in his eyes and shouted loudly, "A man is generous in his borders and fights, and the sun, moon, mountains and rivers are at peace!"

He shouted and continued to bow, "Send the heroes of the Ming Dynasty and go home!"

"Send heroes home!" Some yamen runner shouted, and then the voices were connected, resounding throughout the sky and shaking the world.

The soldiers carrying the coffin kept falling tears, nodding at the roaring crowd, and gently patted the wooden pole on their shoulders.

It seemed to be saying, "Brother, have you seen it? The people are cheering you!"

At this moment, the team ahead suddenly stopped unexpectedly.

The cheers on the long street also came to an abrupt end in an instant.

"The Emperor's Grandson is here!" As hundreds of Yulin guards shouted, Zhu Xiongying's figure appeared at the city gate, on the long street.

The dazzling dragon flag represents supreme authority, and the people on both sides of the road bow down like wheat waves.

Li Jinglong stepped forward in panic, knelt down with a plop, hugged Zhu Yun's thigh, "Your Highness, I am incompetent... I am incompetent... You handed me tens of thousands of people... As a result......" As he said that, he was already crying and snatching the ground with his head.

"Get up!" Zhu Yunxi pulled the other person hard and slapped the other person's back heavily, "Follow me, don't cry!"
Chapter completed!