"It's just a church. Didn't you see the cross above?" Li Wenmao, next to him, explained coldly to Lin Yaoke.

"The emperor bowed to my great Song heroes, and my loyal soul will be forever! Heaven will live forever! One bow!" The officials passed the ceremonial orders one after another.

In the west hall, Qin Liansheng walked out of the line wearing a dress and bowed his head. He first bowed to the emperor, then turned around and walked forward, facing a spiritual position, took three incense sticks from the officer, walked to the tablet and bowed three times. He inserted the incense into the incense burner, and then knelt on the cushion in front.

The officer in charge immediately shouted: "Qin Liansheng, deputy minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, burned incense to the loyal soul, the emperor bowed to express his respect, Qin Liansheng bowed, and the rest bowed."

Qin Liansheng's head was knocked on the cushion, but he felt surprised: the place where the worshipped in the West Palace was all martyrs who did not believe in God. These people needed to kneel and knock according to traditional etiquette. At this time, in the Song Dynasty, where faith was organized, the highest official who was not Christian, was Qin Liansheng!

So he could actually perform rituals according to traditional etiquette on behalf of the emperor.

"Mom, who said it's not easy to be an official without religious belief? I'm afraid I'll be celebrating on the emperor every year! What an honor! Hahaha!" Qin Liansheng was ecstatic, but looked up at the tablets, but was suddenly shocked. When he kowtowed for the second time, he murmured: "Everyone, I've lost my composure just now. Don't blame me for offending! I'll burn incense to you, and I'll come to see you every year from now on! I want to bless me!"

Lin Yaoke smiled secretly when he watched some officials leave the team with interest and kowtow. But when he saw that everyone in front, back, left and right, his faces were as frost as frost, he also smiled timidly.

After visiting the three temples of the ancestors, God's loyal soul and the tenacious soul of the brute force, it had been an hour after the cumbersome ceremony. Lin Yaoke found that the ceremony was not over yet. The crowd followed the emperor into the back of the three temples. As soon as he turned to the back of the national temple, Lin Yaoke felt suffocating--- from a densely packed place to the huge wilderness.

This wilderness is not an ordinary wilderness. Although it is still green in your eyes, the grass is covered with milky white tombstones. The backyard of the Guo Temple is actually a large cemetery!

But this cemetery is not the usual messy cemetery. It is enough to shock all the Song people I saw for the first time.

All tombstones are exactly the same size, and some people have arranged them into regular shapes. They look straight and horizontally and obliquely, they are all neatly arranged. Facing this spectacular group of tombstones, everyone is gasping for air conditioning.

"We are all from Guangxi, Hunan, and Fujian." Chen Baoqiang next to him held his military cap and whispered to the two guests: "I just moved from several cemeteries to the national temple."

"Ah? Why are there no Guangdong people?" Lin Yaoke asked, and while he asked, he moved his arm that was sore in his high hat.

"Because people who cannot return to their roots will choose to be buried in Haijing. Who would not go back to their ancestral graves to bury them?" Li Wenmao explained to his subordinates for Chen Baoqiang.

The crowd was whispering, and the officials arranged them in two rows. They surrounded the emperor and high-ranking officials in the middle far away. They were standing among several newly dug tombs. Huan Zhuguo coughed and said loudly to everyone: "Gentlemen, everyone knows that my brave Song army defeated the Qing Yao in Tianjin and signed the "Treaty of Song and Qing Tianjin", but in the fierce battle, nine brave Song people in our country died on the battlefield. Their bravery and fearlessness touched everyone inexplicably. Now they are back home! They are covered with the glorious national flag of the Song Dynasty! Prepare for great sorrow! Today is His Majesty's first visit to the National Temple, and it is also the first state funeral of our dynasty. Now I ask the military band to play sorrow and music. Everyone is solemn, so that our Song Dynasty warriors will be buried in peace and stay in heaven forever! Play music!"

As soon as the words were finished, the military band played a sad melody, Lin Yaoke watched

A small step forward in front of the tomb, an army holding a rifle was arranged in three neat rows opposite the emperor, with seven people in each row. Then, with their rifle butts heavily pounding the ground, 21 soldiers faced the tomb and became a position of standing at the right hand.

"Aatenion!alue!" One-eyed Long Luo Qianjie, wearing a ship-shaped navy cap, personally issued an order. With a swish, the 21 guard of honor slowly launched a military salute at a normal quarter-beat, pointing his fingers and a standard military salute.

In front of them, six crusad soldiers walked towards them with slow steps, step by step, carrying a coffin covered with the national flag, as if they were afraid of disturbing the soldiers in the coffin. It was the coffin he saw in the parade through the city. The one carrying the coffin in front of the left was Ding Yuzhan, the leader of the Navy Knife Legion.

The officers and soldiers carrying the coffin deliberately slowed down so that Lin Yaoke could clearly see Ding Yuzhan standing still in the air, and the mud spots on the leather shoes he kicked out, and then the leather shoes stepped forward firmly and slowly, and the coffin on his shoulders moved slowly with the rhythm.

Time seemed to have stopped. Everyone's eyes were filled with the coffin moving forward like slow motion, so there was nothing in their minds.

The emperor without a red turban looked at the coffin expressionlessly, crossed his hands in front of his belly, but the prime minister next to him had already read a stack of paper in his hand. It was the resume of the warrior: "Wang Kezan, 22 years old. He is from Fuzhou, Fujian. He participated in the Xiamen Xiaodao Club Uprising and bravely killed the enemy. He once... After the rescue of Xiamen, he joined the glorious Royal Navy Xiaodao Legion, a subordinate of the Song Dynasty. His position was: the captain of the rattan player, brave in fighting, and once killed pirates... In the Annan War, he participated in the capture of Anyong Fort and shot dead... In the 1857 trade war, he bravely moved forward, seized the Dagukou North Fort, and died in the explosion of the arsenal. The heroic soul stayed forever!"

The prime minister said, amid the sound of sorrow and music, the six people carrying the coffin could not stand it. Ding Yuzhan actually sobbed while walking. He infected the navy. Needless to say, all the naval officers, the officers of the Little Knife Legion, and the others, whether they were the captains, sailors, or the quarantine officers, all choked up.

Zhao Kuo did not choke up. Seeing the navy's extremely tragic heroic, he was very proud. The bodies of these people returned to Haijing before the Spring Festival. He was very proud that he buried them for two months first and then dug them out for the state funeral of the National Temple. The effect is so damn good at this moment.

But no one knew that the emperor was so shameless. Everyone was infected by the navy. Seeing the coffin slowly placed in front of the tomb, the pastor sent a prayer and asked Ding Yuzhan to give a speech.

"I, wuwu." Ding Yuzhan walked to the coffin and wiped the tears in his eyes with his sleeve. He looked at the coffin and said to the crowd with sobs: "I have a written eulogy in my pocket, but I don't want to say it! What I want to say is, brother, your death is worth it! From the emperor to your own brother, no one doesn't take your life seriously! We transport your body carefully from the battlefield back to your home! We have no home anymore. Our home is the Song Dynasty! Here. You are the number one person in the state funeral, and your glory is unparalleled! We are the soldiers who are just working hard, we are not saints, we work hard for fame, wealth and sex! We kill people and are killed. This is natural, but I didn't expect that we can actually enjoy the national temple after death! Why? Brother! I figured out that we are not saints, but I

We are doing our duty! We floated on the sea for a few months, ate pickled vegetables and stinky meat, and fought hard at any time! But we kill pirates! We protect the business travelers! We fight Annan! We fight the Qing Dynasty! I understand that as long as we abide by our duties, we are real men! Real hero! I fuck you! You die on the battlefield! Brothers, you are a hero! You are a hero! You are a hero! You are qualified to enjoy incense with the ancestors of the Song Dynasty! Your name is engraved on the marble of the East Hall of the Temple of the Song Dynasty! It's so fucking glory! Our navy is extremely glorious for a man like you! It's worth your death. The emperor brought all officials to bury our brothers. Who has the fucking glory? I will shine the ancestors! I will also have a state funeral after I die! Lying shoulder to shoulder with my brothers, we will bet on dice in heaven! May God bless you! Stay in heaven forever!"

Ding Yuzhan's face was filled with tears, and he took off the Prime Minister's speech and asked him to speak in secret. The rough and white speech mixed with slander made everyone dumbfounded. Everyone in the Prime Minister's office, who was known as the smartest, went to see the emperor's face.

But Zhao Kuo curled his lips, lowered his head and began to applaud. Huan Zhuguo immediately became less and he was relieved. This was the first national funeral funeral funeral. He encountered a bastard like Ding Yuzhan. With Luo Qianjie's choked order, 21 soldiers of the funeral guard took a step back at the same time, aimed at the rifle in the air, then pulled the trigger, and two empty bags were fired, and the wail echoed over the national temple, representing the tribute and memorial to Wang Kezhan's 21 salutes.

Ding Yuzhan, the chief of the deceased, personally folded the national flag on the coffin in front of all the officials, combined with his constant tears, folded the national flag of the Song Dynasty into a neat triangle, then held it with both hands, walked to Zhao Kuo and bowed, raised the national flag high above his head, and handed it to the emperor.

"What's wrong with me? I just died a soldier! I don't know him at all! Why am I crying? This damn Yangle is so sad!" The little knife head who killed people without blinking was himself. He arched his body and looked at the blur of the ground. His hands felt the warmth of the fabric on his hands, as if he remembered the smile of this unknown subordinate, but tears fell to the ground drop by drop through his arms.

Zhao Kuo slowly took the national flag, then turned around, pulling everyone's eyes like a star, watching him walk towards a strong man who was supported by two little sword soldiers next to him, who was the deceased's brother.

The Xiaodao Legion was originally formed by the Xiaodao Society. Not only were the people from the Qing occupies, but many of them were from their parents in Nanyang. After the uprising, they either had no concerns about the land and the whole family was killed by Qing officials, so they had no relatives at all. The only place to be buried in Haijing was chosen. The reason why Wang Kezhan was chosen to be the first to be buried was because he had an older brother working in the Haijing cotton mill, and six of them could not find relatives at all.

Zhao Kuo held the national flag with both hands, handed it to Wang Kezan's brother, bowed slightly, and said, "Your brother died in the battlefield. I thank you for his loyalty and courage. His popularity and courage are obvious to all. I am really proud of him. Please accept the national flag that represents your brother for fighting for. He deserves this! Thank you. He will stay in heaven forever. He is not death, but for eternal life. Please mourn."

The deceased's brother collapsed in front of the emperor crying, and the two soldiers held his arm desperately. The big man with tears in his eyes looked at the emperor and shouted: "My brother! Long live Your Majesty! Long live the Song Dynasty! Long live! Wuwu!!!"

After submitting the national flag, Zhao Kuo walked silently to the coffin that had been placed in the tomb. He picked up a handful of soil from the mound in front of the tomb and scattered it onto the coffin below. The emperor shouted: "Rest in peace! My warrior!"

Following him was Dajinya Davidson, Luo Qianjie, Ding Yuzhan, Guan Jiaoguo... All officials and nobles scattered soil for it.

The captain of the Navy Knife Legion's rattan player, Wang Kezhan, a Fujian native, was the first to be buried in the National Temple with a state funeral ceremony, and was very honored.

One coffin after another was carried out, and one naval officer after another carried the coffin for him, gave him a tearful speech, folded the national flag for him, and dripped tears on the ground.

This atmosphere infected everyone, and all the senior officials of the Navy burst into tears. Chen Baoqiang next to Lin Yaoke started to cry. Although he was from the Army, Lin Yaoke also had tears in his eyes. He definitely did not know the dead, but the senior officials were crying and sincerely venting. These were all good brothers. They fought side by side with him and left like this. So many people scattered men's tears for them.

"I don't want to be buried in my hometown in Fogang after I die, I also want to be buried in the National Temple." Chen Baoqiang said with a sob.

"It's good to be buried in the national temple, wuwu. I'm going to be buried in the national temple too! Secretary Song. What do you think?" In the center, Qin Mazi, a focus figure today, cried and was limp. The object of his speech was Secretary Song Deling who used a handkerchief to wipe his tears next to him.

However, the cold top secretary sneered and said in a low voice: "You? I can't compare with you. Your contribution is definitely OK. But the honor of burying this national temple is too difficult for us civil servants to get. We will not die of exhaustion on our desks!"

Amid the constant sound of sorrow and gunfire, the cemetery in the backyard of the Guomiao became a place for crying. Everyone in the Song Dynasty was sad for the death of their warriors, and only one person was looking for their own goals.

That was Li Wenmao. He kept staring at his elder brother Zhu Qingzheng. Seeing the crowd frustrated, he pulled Lin Yaoke to walk over in the chaos and walked towards Zhu Qingzheng who was surrounded by several people.

"Big Brother Bait!"

Lin Yaoke heard his head calling to the white-haired young man, as if the other party had turned around, but in an instant, they blocked one person in front of them.

Lin Yaoke didn't know how this person appeared, it was like it appeared on the ground.

All the big men present were big men, and many of them had aura. Needless to say, the emperor, Huan Zhuguo, Dou Wenjian, Zhuang Lizhong, Luo Qianjie, and Ding Yuzhan seemed to be covered with halos. When you look at them, you could feel their tangible gaze.

But there was absolutely no young man in front of them. He was like a waiter in a restaurant asking you if you want to drink warm wine. The guy in the bathhouse handed you towels. When he walked over, he was like an ant, and you wouldn't even notice him.

However, when the young man came over and grabbed Li Wenmao's hand and shook it enthusiastically, Lin Yaoke found that the young man, who was not at all conspicuous, also exuded aura. As long as he looked at you, you seemed to be unable to move.

"General Li, long time no see! Come with the Army today? You look good!" Zhao Ying, wearing a tuxedo, held Li Wenmao's hand with a smile on his face, and quietly turned him 45.

Li Wenmao was also surprised when he saw him suddenly walking out and holding his hand. He didn't know how to treat this young man. In fact, it was not just him, and the entire court didn't know how to treat this guy. He was not the kind of face-to-face fighting of a soldier, but he also killed countless people. He dared to lead a killer to shoot the bullets from his pistol into the pirate leader's body in broad daylight. He would sneer and use iron pliers to pull out all your teeth in the dark--he is not a soldier, but he is also full of murderous aura. No one dared to offend him. This is one of the three giants of the Boy Scouts and is known as the emperor's most trusted confidant.

"Zhao...Zhao...Zhao..." Li Wenmao really didn't know what to call the second person in the Missionary Department.

"Brother Li, I haven't been home for a long time, right? Brothers invite you to drink when you have time." Zhao Ying smiled, patted his arm intimately, took off Li Wenmao's hand, turned around and walked out.

Li Wenmao turned his head and saw that Zhu Qingzheng was missing!

In this moment, Zhu Qingzheng disappeared from the crowd in the cemetery in the backyard of the Guomiao Temple. Li Wenmao looked for a long time in horror, but never saw this elder brother again.

The state funeral was over, all the officials dispersed, and sat on the bench in the national temple. Lin Yaoke looked at the general who was holding his hair in a daze and asked timidly: "General, if I die, can I be buried here?"

"Dream you!" Li Wenmao roared, then he straightened his body and pointed at the marble stone tablet in the opposite east hall and shouted: "Only the Crusaders! Only the Crusaders! Only the Crusaders! After death, after being disabled, they can be buried here when they serve the emperor for more than 10 years! Who do you think you are? Crusaders? Are those emperors' elite?"

"But, but, I also raised my head and fought for His Majesty to death?" Lin Yaoke said timidly.

Li Wenmao looked at him with hatred, and suddenly fell to the ground from the chair. He grabbed the grass on the ground, roared wildly, and burst into tears: "Our Sun and Moon Army holds a fraction of your army's military pay, and bears rolling eyes and disdain. We are like your well-equipped elite like beggars! But we fight the same! We bleed the same! We kill the Qing Yao the same! Why do you have a prejudice against us? We insist on eradicating us and then quickly?! You forgot, how did you get Haijing back then? It was our 200,000 brothers from the Tiandihui who held their heads to fight Qing Yao for you! Why! Why! You actually want to eradicate the pillars that say what we are saying!"
Chapter completed!