The morning bell rang from the Bell and Drum Tower, heralding the arrival of a new day. The ministers also entered the Zhengde Hall one after another. The shouts of long live spread from the hall to the Meridian Gate. Under the first glimmer of light, the tall and tall bodies of the soldiers of the Forbidden Army, Everything seems to indicate that a new era is coming.
"His Majesty!"
"The Ministry of Industry has already inspected the Martyrs Cemetery, and all the necessary procedures from the Ministry of Rites are in place."
"The roster of the Ministry of War, the ashes of the soldiers can be placed in the mausoleum today!"
The three ministers worked together to organize the first major event after the New Year. This year was not a stable one for many people in the capital.
There are endless wars all over the country. There are sons and daughters who are fighting abroad. Their parents are worried, their wives and children are looking forward to it, and it is difficult for relatives and friends to travel around.
"Um!"
"After discussing the affairs of the court, I will personally lead all the civil and military officials to invite the heroic soul of Yu the Great to enter the mausoleum!"
"Your Majesty, Holy Might!"
Ning Fan stood silently on one side, his face slightly dark, and the atmosphere in the entire hall was also very strange.
"His Majesty!"
Finally, Lin Qiushi took the lead and looked at Emperor Yu with a gloomy expression, and asked in a deep voice: "Now that the western border has been decided, there will be no war for a short time. I would like to ask your majesty to order His Highness King Sheng to return to the capital."
"tread!"
"tread!"
Suddenly there was a dull sound of footsteps outside the palace, but the palace was eerily quiet. Many ministers carefully observed Emperor Yu's expression, and some of them were also confused.
"tread!"
"tread!"
The footsteps were getting faster and faster, and they were getting closer. I saw a soldier from the Forbidden Army striding into the hall, kneeling on one knee and saying: "Your Majesty, there are many people gathered outside the palace."
"Um?"
Emperor Yu frowned slightly, took a deep look at Lin Qiushi, and asked the imperial guards: "Why do the people gather in front of the palace?"
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty!"
The forbidden soldier's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He knelt down deeply on the ground and said in a trembling tone: "Many people are wearing mourning clothes and white scarves on their heads. They say... they say they... express their condolences to His Highness King Sheng!"
"boom!"
As soon as these words came out, the entire hall completely exploded.
"What!"
"Condolences to His Highness King Sheng?"
"What do these unruly people want?"
"Isn't His Highness King Sheng in the Western Region?"
"this……"
There was a burst of chaotic discussion, Emperor Yu looked down at Shen Li with a solemn face, and said solemnly: "Prime Minister Shen, draw up the decree!"
"I made King Yong a Taiwei, and made him a general in charge of the country. The title is hereditary and cannot be replaced!"
"His Majesty!"
There was also a hint of disbelief in Shen Li's expression, and he stared straight at Emperor Yu: "Could it be that...His Royal Highness Sheng, he...really..."
"King Sheng, in a battle in the Western Region, he broke into the battle alone, defeated thousands of troops, and killed Da Yan, seventh in the list of famous generals. He was attacked by Da Yan's seven great ministers, and he was surrounded for three hours, and died of exhaustion!"
"King Sheng, you are so magnificent!"
Old Shen Li was in tears, and all the officials looked dull. No matter the loyal ministers or the treacherous, they were all traumatized by it. The God of War who had frightened Yu's western realm for nearly ten years was gone!
"King Yong!"
"My son is here."
"Go out and take a look, remember not to cause turmoil!"
"My son, I obey!"
Ning Fan bowed slightly, walked out of the hall, and walked towards the outside of the palace.
"How many people are there outside the palace?"
"Back to Your Highness, there are at least three thousand people. The common people came spontaneously, and I don't know where they got the news."
"Oh, I am so jealous of talented people!"
The imperial guard also looked gloomy and sighed sadly, but when the two of them walked out of the palace passage, their footsteps stopped abruptly.
"this……"
"How could this happen... When I came here just now..."
"Your Highness..."
The Forbidden Army officer was speechless for a moment, and Ning Fan also looked shocked. When he entered the palace, it was still dark, the whole street was deserted, and every house was closed and the shops were closed.
But now, in the ten-mile long street, dense figures are kneeling in front of the palace, wearing white scarves and mourning clothes. The shops on both sides are all decorated with raw materials, and the sound of crying can be heard far away.
"There were really only more than 3,000 people just now, but now..."
The Imperial Guard looked a little flustered. There were more than three thousand people in the long street in front of them, and I was afraid there were more than thirty thousand.
Some people saw a gorgeously dressed figure walking out of the palace, and some people recognized Ning Fan at a glance.
"It's the second prince!"
"His Royal Highness King Yong, His Highness King Sheng really died in the Western Region?"
"I heard that in this battle in the Western Region, His Highness King Yong defeated Da Yan's army of 500,000 in one fell swoop..."
When many people saw Ning Fan, their expressions became excited. Ning Fan stepped forward, looked around, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty has a purpose!"
"The King of Prosperity, Ning Chen, is guarding the western border. He has worked hard and accomplished great feats for me, Dayu. I have named him Taiwei and the general of the country. The king's title is hereditary and will not be replaced!"
"Fellows, Brother Sheng Wang died in battle in the Western Region a few days ago!"
"Xuanjian Pass, one hundred thousand men, the entire army was wiped out, and they defended the city without retreating even a step!"
"The King of Huai has been killed for his rebellion, and all the sixteen states in Huainan have been recovered. In the battle in the west, the 500,000 Yan army who came to invade me, Dayu, were all wiped out!"
Ning Fan explained the situation of the battle in the Western Territory to the people in a very calm tone. There were cries below, and some people choked up and said: "My baby hasn't come back yet. I haven't written a letter to my family for half a year, right? It’s gone!”
"My son!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu His Highness King Sheng...but I, Dayu's God of War, how could he die in battle?"
"Your Highness, I don't know where the body of His Highness Prince Sheng is now. Can you allow me to wait and give him a ride?"
A young man dressed as a scholar raised his eyes to look at Ning Fan and asked loudly.
"Your Majesty has built a martyrs cemetery in the west of the city. All the soldiers who died in the battle of Dayu can enter the Tibetan cemetery. Their names and surnames will be engraved on the Yinghun Tower to be worshiped by the world. During the Qingming Festival, I, Prince Dayu, will lead the cemetery. All civil and military officials went to express their condolences!"
"All the soldiers who died in battle have been recorded by the Ministry of War. From now on, compensation will be issued to their martyrs' families!"
Ning Fan activated his internal energy and his words came out clearly, causing an uproar among the crowd.
"The imperial court built a cemetery?"
"To bury the soldiers who died in battle, and still be worshiped by the world?"
"This... Your Majesty's grace is so great that my son deserves to die!"
"On behalf of my deceased son, the common people would like to thank Your Majesty!"
"Folks!" Ning Fan stepped forward to the people kneeling in front and helped them up: "Everyone, get up!"
"After you retire from the imperial court, Your Majesty will personally lead the civil and military forces and respectfully invite the heroic soul of my great Yu to enter the mausoleum!"
"At that time, we will let the villagers go to the cemetery to express their condolences!"
An old man stood up with the help of Ning Fan, with tears still on his face. He looked at the indescribably noble Prince in front of him with an uneasy expression: "I, Dayu, have founded the country for more than a hundred years, and no prince has ever died in battle, especially It’s a prince!”
"His Royal Highness, King Sheng, is beyond words. How...how can you just say it's gone?"
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