The major affairs of the country are in worship and Rong.

This is an important function of a country to unite its efforts to enrich the people and strengthen the country, ensure that the people live and work in peace and contentment, and realize the happy life of the people.

And a team, especially a start-up team, must be cohesive and combative, and it is inseparable from worship and Rong.

In the world of Ji Kang's previous life, there was a great man who once said: "When our comrades are in difficulty, we must see the light, we must see hope, and we must increase our courage to struggle!" ”

Ji Kang thought so.

The "Martyrs' Shrine" in the west of Xiangping City, as well as the martyrs' cemetery connected to the Martyrs' Shrine, have also been built after the autumn harvest. The hundreds of martyrs buried in the martyrs' cemetery are all soldiers who died in the task of suppressing bandits and resisting the looting of Donghu after Ji Kang came to Liaodi.

The names of these martyrs are also engraved in the Martyrs' Shrine.

On the twenty-third day of the lunar month, it is known as the "little year". The Junhou Mansion ordered that on this day, the people of the two counties and counties of Liaodi, and the rural people should collectively worship the martyrs who sacrificed for Liaodi under the leadership of the county guard, the county commander, the chief, and the village head.

Ji Kang and Jun Xiangju Xin led all the officials of Xiangping City, all the officers and soldiers stationed near Xiangping City, all the teachers and students of Xiangping Academy, as well as the people of Xiangping City who came to inquire about it, and the relatives of these sacrificed martyrs nearby, came to the Martyrs' Shrine and the martyrs' cemetery.

According to the order of the prince's mansion, the sacrificial ceremony is based on the principles of solemnity, solemnity, and simplicity, and it is an eternal precedent.

Although there was no snow today, the weather was still gloomy.

On the square in front of the gate of the Martyrs' Shrine and the Martyrs' Cemetery, people consciously arranged neatly according to the team. Not a single person spoke, but stood silently in the square.

Ji Kang, who was standing at the forefront of the sacrificial procession, saw a couplet engraved on the stone pillars on both sides of the gate: "No one knows your voice, and your merits will last forever", and a tragic mood surged in his heart.

With a solemn face, Ji Kang and the people who followed closely behind Ji Xin, Ji Mao and others slowly walked into the door. And the people behind followed Ji Kang, Ji Xin, Ji Mao and others in order, and slowly walked into the door.

Climbing the stairs, on both sides of the road, the snow covered by the pine and cypress trees planted is blown down by the breeze.

Before coming to the Martyrs' Shrine, Liao Shan, the doctor of the Ministry of Rites who was already in front of the door, and the officials who managed the Martyrs' Shrine and the martyrs' cemetery, bowed deeply to Ji Kang and others who were about to enter the shrine.

The crowd bowed and bowed back.

On the tribute table in front of the monument engraved with the names of the martyrs in the shrine, sacrifices such as "five animals" have already been placed. In front of the tribute table is a large white jade incense burner.

In solemn, solemn vocal music.

Liao Shan, a doctor from the Ministry of Rites, shouted: "One worship, heaven and earth are sad!" ”

The voice was then transmitted to the outside of the shrine by other officials of the Ministry of Rites.

Ji Kang, Ju Xin, Ji Mao and others in the hall, as well as the people who came to pay their respects outside the hall, all bent down and bowed deeply.

Then, Liao Shan, the doctor of the Ministry of Rites, solemnly shouted: "Second worship, the heroic soul will live forever!" ”

Ji Kang and everyone then bowed down and bowed deeply.

Liao Shan lifted his spirit and shouted: "Three worships, Guotai and Min'an!" ”

The crowd bowed solemnly again.

Liao Shan, the doctor of the Ministry of Rites, continued to shout: "Licheng, incense." ”

Ji Kang lit the long incense distributed to his hand, solemnly walked to the white incense burner, and slowly inserted the long incense into the incense burner.

The cigarette smoke curls up and goes straight to the memorial monument.

Then he took a step back, bowed again, and slowly walked to the cemetery behind the martyr's shrine from the aisle on the right side of the monument. Then the people who finished the incense also followed behind Ji Kang and lined up and walked back.

Looking at the hundreds of tombstones standing in the martyrs' cemetery, Ji Kang bent down and bowed deeply to them. When I raised my head, it was as if I saw the names on each tombstone turned into heroic spirits, and they all bent down and smiled, and bowed deeply to themselves.

Ji Kang's tears could no longer be controlled, and they overflowed instantly.

Without a pause, along the cemetery's sacrificial path, turn left and walk outside.

It looks so solemn, solemn, and a grand memorial. An old mother who came to visit her sacrificial son rushed into the tombstone of her son in the cemetery, and cried loudly: "Son! See? The prince is here, come to see you......"

Snowflakes rose in the sky, pines and cypresses swayed gently, and the breeze gently swept over the tombstones all over the mountain.

……

Ji Kang, who returned to the inner courtyard of the Junhou Mansion, also failed to ease his strength in the solemn and solemn atmosphere of today's sacrificial ceremony.

Ji Kang admits that it is not a past life or a present life. He is not a qualified politician, not even a politician.

I can't do it myself, Tian is shameless and indifferent;

I can't do it myself, I am cheeky and indifferent;

I can't do it myself, watching many innocent people die in front of me and be indifferent;

I can't do it myself, watching my relatives and friends being slaughtered by the country, and I am indifferent.

As his lover in his previous life said, he is a small technician at best. But in this life, he has become a prince of Yan Kingdom, and he is in control of the life and death of nearly one million people in Liaodi.

This is a damn time! I have to move forward!

There must be white bones in front of you! There must be a sea of blood in front of it! But I can't help it, I really can't help it! I don't have a choice.

For myself, for my relatives in this world, and for the people who bow to themselves after coming to this world, and the heroic souls who return the salute with a smile.

Although the road ahead is full of thorns, you still have to carry a heavy load.

Take out the flute that you bought in the thistle capital - the only instrument you knew in your previous life.

Standing in the pavilion of the rockery in the garden of the Junhou Mansion, looking at the flying snowflakes, ignoring the surprised eyes of the old manager and Shi Kang beside him, he blew the sound of vocal music for the first time he came to this world.

This is also my lover in my previous life, and I like to hum a folk song "I Know If I Know".

Wangcai felt a faint sadness from his master, and silently snuggled at Ji Kang's feet.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the sun is high, and the wind is good.

The little boat held on, and it rocked all the way.

For the sake of that sweetheart, get up early.

It doesn't matter how long it takes, I'm willing to work hard.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the sun is high, and the wind is good.

Thinking about him, he, I really want to be anxious.

For the sake of that sweetheart, I can't sleep.

I'm just afraid I can't find it, so how good is that.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the sun is high, and the wind is good.

Run and run in three steps and two feet, and hurry to the Land Temple.

I would rather accompany him and accompany him until I am old.

He doesn't want anything but him, he knows it or not.

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The music alarmed the mother of the inner courtyard, Qingzhu, Qingmei, and many attendants and palace maids.

Everyone stood in the corridor of the garden of the Junhou Mansion, and after the mother Ji Zhao came to the garden, she stopped people from coming forward to tell Ji Kang. Instead, he stood in the corridor with everyone, looking at his son who had forgotten himself and played the flute in the rockery pavilion from a distance.

The flute sounds long, as if it is pouring out something!

Ji Kang didn't know anything at the moment, and he didn't want to know. Just standing in the gazebo and playing the flute to the fullest.

The tactful and beautiful flute sound blended into the snowflakes flying in the sky and floated in the prince's mansion.