Chapter 13 Zhang Yi returns to his heart

A criminal as a teacher?

Xuanyuan Xueqiao's face turned cold, and she said angrily: "Nonsense, when did you become so willing to degenerate and let a criminal be your teacher, isn't this insulting to us Xuanyuan people?

The general was angry. Xuanyuan Junhou hurriedly got up, but he didn't want to touch the wound and bared his teeth in pain.

"Be careful. Xuanyuan Xue was distressed, and hurriedly helped Xuanyuan Junhou to sit up. "Also, stop calling me General, I'm your cousin, stinky boy. ”

The Marquis of Xuanyuan Army did not argue, and said solemnly: "Talented people can be teachers, and this has nothing to do with identity! Our Xuanyuan people have been cowering in the wild land for thousands of years, that is, our clan can only use force and does not know how to use brains! If it were not for the commander, our clan would not be able to set foot in this rich land so far, and the clansmen would not be able to live and work in peace and contentment!"

Xuanyuan Xue couldn't refute these words!

"General, think about it! How many soldiers are left of our clan, and there are not many left!" Xuanyuan Junhou's eyes began to redden, and he continued: "Only when we completely integrate into this land and put aside our prejudices and accept other clansmen, can our clansmen survive for generations! So, please don't resent the commander, in fact, the commander is more bitter than us!"

Whether Xuanyuan Xue admits it or not, she can't erase this fact! Taking a deep breath, the eyes that looked at Xuanyuan Junhou had a little more comfort. "It seems that the military marquis has really grown up!"

Xuanyuan Junhou smiled embarrassedly, and then, as if thinking of something, he said eagerly: "General, can Junhou intercede for one thing?"

"Say it!" Xuanyuan Xue insisted on being a 'general' for Xuanyuan Junhou, and in addition to glaring, she could only let it go.

"Can you send someone else to escort the ashes of the soldiers back to the capital, the military marquis wants to recover Guangcheng with the general. ”

"No, you can't. ”

"Why?" Xuanyuan Junhou's expression fell.

"Because I am your general, this is an order. Xuanyuan Xue showed a triumphant smile, got up and said, "Cultivate well, and in three days, set off to return to the capital." ”

"Cousin. Xuanyuan Junhou was anxious all of a sudden.

"Call me General. Xuanyuan Xue left without looking back, her smile was extremely bright, this breath was so cool!

Following.

After Xuanyuan Xue finished reorganizing the army, the army slowly drove out of Fancheng, and the purpose of their trip was to destroy the remaining enemy forces.

Of course, Yu Wenhao, as the supervising army, went out with the army without hesitation.

Three days later, Xuanyuan Junhou led thousands of troops to escort the ashes of the fallen soldiers to the royal capital, and it was also on this day that the people in the audience cried for the souls of the heroes.

The royal capital.

At the market, a woman whispered while selecting the ingredients: "My husband has been living indoors lately, and I haven't seen anyone. ”

"Got it!" said the young stall owner, looking around casually.

The woman hesitated for a moment, and then whispered again: "If the husband doesn't have any misdeeds, the commander... Do you want to let him go?"

"You are from the Xuanyuan clan, never forget that. The stall owner's expression was cold.

"Yes!" the woman was silent.

The stall owner's eyes flashed with a trace of unbearableness, and he sighed lightly: "Sister, the commander will not kill innocents indiscriminately, you can rest assured!"

The girl's eyes were happy, and she picked up a piece of meat and said loudly: "I want this piece!"

"Okay!" the stall owner took the meat, weighed it and handed it over.

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After listening to the report, Ye Gucheng was silent for a while, and said slowly: "Let people prepare, start driving the Prime Minister's Mansion!"

"Yes!"

Prime Minister's House.

Zhang Yi stood with his hands in his hands, staring intently at a hanging painting on the wall, the style of painting was peculiar, within a wall, singing and dancing were thriving, outside a wall, the two armies fought against each other in a bloody battle, the most conspicuous thing was the two lines of words in the painting.

This painting was given by Ye Gucheng a few days ago, and almost every important minister has one copy!

The door was slowly pushed open.

"You eat first! I want to stay for a while!" Zhang Yi didn't look back, his eyes always stayed on the painting.

The footsteps did not leave because of these words, but got closer and closer.

Zhang Yi couldn't help but look back, suddenly stunned, and hurriedly wanted to salute.

Ye Gucheng held it up, and immediately, he passed by, silently stared at the portrait and said, "These days, have you been looking at this painting?"

"Yes!"

"And what do you see?"

"The sinner is stupid, and he can't see what the commander is referring to!"

"How can there be any good years, but someone is moving forward instead of carrying the load!" Ye Gucheng read the two lines of words in the painting, and said indifferently: "Zhang Yi, do you know the meaning of this sentence?"

"The sinner is stupid, he studies for several days, but he finds nothing!"

"You come with me!" Ye Gucheng turned and left.

The Martyrs' Mausoleum, located in the western suburbs of the royal capital, is a special mausoleum in Ye Gucheng, and all the soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country are buried inside!

The martyr's tomb occupies an extremely wide area, the vast world, the tombstone stands high, according to the type of troops, the position is arranged in order, each tombstone is engraved with the name of the soldier who died in the war and the meritorious deeds.

The two figures, one in front of the other and one behind, walked lightly, invisibly adding a little desolation.

Ye Gucheng looked at the tombstone group from afar, and said sadly: "Zhang Yi, do you know how many soldiers of the Huaxia Kingdom are buried here?"

"Sinners ... I don't know!"

"Yes, people die like lights out! Who remembers why they died and for whom!" Ye Gucheng sneered.

"The guilty minister is ashamed!" Zhang Yi buried his head.

"Two hundred and eighty thousand!" Ye Gucheng looked back at Zhang Yi and said indifferently: "Here, there are enough bones of 280,000 soldiers buried, and this is just one of the many martyrs' mausoleums in the kingdom! Some of them died at the beginning of the founding of the country, and some died in flood fighting and disaster relief! Many of these soldiers' ashes are mixed, and some can't even find their bodies, except for a name, nothing is left!"

"No one remembers! No one remembers this, whether it is you, Zhang Yi, or the ministers of the DPRK and the Central People, or the common people! Perhaps, only the relatives of these fallen soldiers will remember why they died! Because, in your Zhang Yi's heart, the only thing that you can't forget is the temple, and in the hearts of the people, there is only the temple! You only remember the ethereal god, and you have always thought that you can drive away disasters for the kingdom and avoid being the god in the mouth of the temple!"

Ye Gucheng's eyes turned red, and he glared at Zhang Yi angrily and continued: "Then, Zhang Yi, tell me, why are they here? If the gods in your mouths really exist, why are they here? The kingdom is in danger, people are displaced, but the temple? But the gods? No, I tell you, never again! If there are no these soldiers who exchange their lives for the peace of the kingdom, you Zhang Yi can still stand on the temple and talk about it, and the people can still live and work in peace and contentment?"

Zhang Yi opened his mouth and closed it very knowingly.

"I know what you want to say! Soldiers, their duty is to defend the kingdom! It is natural to sacrifice their lives for the country! However, I want to tell you Zhang Yi that there has never been anything taken for granted in this world! I want everyone to know who is protecting the people in Huaxia and who the people should really mourn and believe. ”

Zhang Yi was shocked, as if he had figured out something in an instant.

Only when the people believe in the army of the kingdom can they truly unite the army and the people, but when foreign enemies come to attack, everyone fights bravely to protect the family and defend the country, and a city is like a country, so that the kingdom can be truly defended for a long time, and your descendants of Zhang Yi will always enjoy eternal peace. ”

Zhang Yi was excited, knelt down and shouted: "The wisdom of the commander, there is no one before and no one after him, and the criminal minister Zhang Yi is ashamed!"

Seeing this, Ye Gucheng was overjoyed, at least it showed that Zhang Yi had accepted his way of governing the country and helped Zhang Yi up.

Zhang Yi forcibly endured the agitation in his heart and muttered: "However, how can we make the people believe in the army of the kingdom? The gods have long been ingrained in the hearts of the people, and Zhang Yi is afraid that it will be difficult to transform!"

In this regard, Ye Gucheng had been planning for a long time, and immediately, he said slowly: "The people don't know about the kingdom's army, that's because most of the military camps are not open to the public, and the bards, including the storytellers in the wine shops, are also promoting some messy things, so Ben Shuai decided that from now on, the bards can only sing praises and praise the deeds of the kingdom's soldiers who sacrificed themselves for the country, and the storytellers can only tell the touching stories of the soldiers who protect the country and save the people." ”

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Zhang Yi was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "Commander, the criminal ministers are afraid that these people will not buy it, they have always claimed to be civilized and courteous, and they disdain the most reckless force. ”

"Don't buy it?" Ye Gucheng smiled coldly and said indifferently: "Then kill them all." ”

"Commander-in-chief. Zhang Yi was shocked.

"The kingdom does not need waste, and there is no shortage of truly patriotic and talented people, most of these so-called literate scholars, most of them are just vain and elegant to the name of Bomei, as long as they dare to stretch out their heads, they dare to cut down. ”

At this moment, Ye Gucheng exuded a murderous aura all over his body, and Zhang Yi didn't dare to squeak.

In addition, the barracks are open to the public one day a month, so that the people know who is their patron saint, and let them see what the soldiers of the kingdom are doing when they live and work in peace and contentment, eat and drink! In addition, the martyrs' mausoleums are regularly opened for the people to mourn, and some eloquent soldiers are arranged to be tour guides, so that the people will always remember the great achievements of the soldiers who died in battle. ”

"Commander, what do you mean by the guide?"

Ye Gucheng was stunned for a moment, then coughed lightly, and said slowly: "It is the soldier who led the people to visit." ”

Zhang Yi suddenly realized and sighed: "It seems that Zhang Yi is really a shallow learner!"

Ye Gucheng was a little embarrassed, staggered his gaze with a little disguise, and said: "I have ordered Xuanyuan Xue to send someone to escort the ashes of the martyred soldiers back to the capital. ”

Zhang Yi was suddenly shocked, knelt on the ground and wept and kowtowed: "Commander Xie!"

Ye Gucheng didn't look back, and he didn't even stop for a moment.

Zhang Yi slowly raised his head, looked at the distant back, and kowtowed again.

Zhang Yi was not only reinstated as an official, but even became the real head of the hundred officials, because Ye Gucheng was determined to abolish the system of left and right phases and change it to one phase, collectively referred to as Xiangguo!

The courtiers could never have imagined that Zhang Yi would be a blessing in disguise, there were those who sighed, and those who stammered were more like carp crossing the river, and Zhang Yi, under the instruction of Ye Gucheng, did not refuse.

For a time, the Prime Minister's Mansion was full of people!