Back in the study of the East Palace,

Yang Yu lay weakly on the chair, depressed.

More than 4,000 soldiers were killed, and such huge casualties made Yang Yu deeply grieved before he had yet integrated into this era.

It can be said that Yang Yu at this moment still has a strong otaku brand, even if it is inevitable, but Yang Yu will still fall into self-blame, because the order to go out is from his hands, and it is he who sends these four thousand soldiers to the battlefield.

"Compassion does not command the soldiers, and the ancients do not deceive me." Yang Yu whispered, and the sadness in his heart was endless.

Yang Yu was motionless and silent for a long time, when suddenly his heart moved, and he stood up resolutely: "I must do something!" ”

"Your Highness!" Wang Xi looked at Yang Yu worriedly, but he didn't dare to persuade him.

Yang Yu was in the room, turned around a few times, and slowly stopped and said in a low voice: "Find the wood carving plum for this king!" ”

"Yes!"

Wang Xi took the order and left.

After Wang Xi left, Yang Yu immediately cleaned up the things on the table, took out a piece of rice paper, and threw himself on it.

Picking up another piece of ink, adding water, Yang Yu grinded it with his own hands, and soon the thick ink filled the ink cartridge.

Lifting the peacock feather and staining it with ink, Yang Yu pressed his fingers on the rice paper and wrote down five big characters with a pen.

"Notice of Death."

Seeing these five big words, Yang Yu felt an irrepressible tingling pain in his heart.

Yang Yu closed his eyes and paused for a moment.

After waiting for the peace of mind and body, Yang Yu started writing again.

"Dear Families,

Today, on behalf of Wang Yang Yun, I would like to take a very heavy heart. Let people come to convey to you a sad news, Ling Lang (husband) - in the battle of Yan'an, bravely killed the enemy, and was generous and righteous.

Ling Lang (husband) was loyal to the country, fought bravely, and fought to the last breath in order to protect his family and defend the country, and died with the enemy.

His actions moved the world, his voice and smile will always remain in our hearts, and his heroic deeds will be passed down for thousands of years. Its soul is immortal. Heaven and earth were shocked.

On behalf of all the officers and soldiers of Daxing City and the royal family of Dasui, I would like to express my deepest condolences to you and hope that you will mourn.

Sincerely

salute

Daxing stayed behind Yang Yu.

April 2, 12th year of the Great Cause.

Yang Yu stopped writing. Tears fell on the rice paper one by one. At this moment, Yang Yu realized that he was already in tears.

He was in a state of great grief. Gently put down the peacock feather, and the whole person seemed to collapse.

For a long time, Daxing City has been fighting abroad, and Yang Yu has gathered superior forces. Heavy troops attacked, and the casualties were minor.

It has even set up a special anti-bandit unit, and in many anti-bandit battles, there have been zero casualties.

However, this time such a huge casualty really shook Yang Yu, and the four thousand living soldiers disappeared like this, which made Yang Yu, who was originally an otaku, difficult to accept.

Wang Xi felt Yang Yu's grief, walked in gently, and whispered, "His Royal Highness the Acting King!" Wood carving Lee has been brought. ”

After a long time, Yang Yu came back to his senses, handed the death notice stained with tears on the table to Wang Xi, and instructed: "Let the wood carving plum be made into engraving plates, and 4,500 copies will be printed temporarily." ”

"Yes!" Wang Xi responded.

Wang Xi took the rice paper in his hand, and when he saw the content on it and the tears full of tears, he couldn't help choking.

Wang Xi has always taken care of Yang Yu and knows a lot about Yang Yoo.

Since Luoyang came back, the acting king has changed greatly in all aspects, but Wang Xi is not suspicious, because the young man at this time is an unpredictable age, and there is also a reason that Yang Yu is still as kind as ever.

"Mourning on behalf of His Royal Highness!" Wang Xi held the death notice, knelt on the ground and wept.

"Go ahead!" Yang Yu waved his hand, and as soon as the words fell, Yang Yu remembered something.

"Come back!"

Wang Xi hurriedly trotted over.

Yang Yu took back the death notice, read it carefully, felt as if something was missing, thought for a moment, turned over the back, and wrote:

"Who is the catastrophe that prompted it, the horse leather was divided, the insects and sand competed, and the miasma rain and smoke were destroyed; Try to look back, the more clothes are gone, the Han banner is vast, this infinite national mourning, each to the end of the world.

Where Wuyang recruits, closes the door and the moon is dark, plugging the clouds and dusk, drowning the loyal soul and righteousness; If he is in the future, the reincarnation of the Three Realms, and the Nine Shades are free, I wish they will all be strong men, and they will come back to the side to fight for the same hatred. ”

Eighty-eight characters to sacrifice the long couplet, Yang Yu in one go, the eternal memorial to the soldiers of the elegiac couplet, this is a little expression of the grief in his heart.

"Tell the wood carving Li to leave the names of the soldiers and the signature of this king blank, and this king will personally write a death notice for each martyr." Yang Yu said in a firm tone.

"Yes!" Wang Xi left.

………………

Three whole days.

Yang Yu has been locking himself up in the East Palace for three days,

Within three days, every piece of wood carving Li was printed, it was immediately sent to Yang Yu.

For every death notice, Yang Yu personally checked his name and the ashes, and carefully signed his name.

Today, the death notices of all the soldiers have finally been written.

"Squeak."

The doors of the temple, which had been closed for three days, were opened.

Yang Yu appeared at the door of the hall with his hair scattered and his face withered.

The sun was shining outside the hall, slightly dispelling the cold aura on his body,

Yang Yu couldn't help but bow his head and cover his eyes, he didn't go out of the palace for three days, and the intense sunlight made him feel particularly dazzling.

"Yu'er!"

A voice of concern came.

Yang Yu endured the stinging pain in his eyes and looked up, only to see Concubine Wei standing outside the hall, her face full of worry.

"Mother!" Yang Yoo showed an ugly smile.

Concubine Wei stepped forward and gently hugged Yang Yu into her arms.

She already knew the reason for Yang Yu's closure from Wang Xi's mouth, and knew the pain in Yang Yu's heart.

At the same time, as a royal person, she knew that this kind of thing could only be done by Yang Yu himself, and Concubine Wei had endured the worries in her heart for three days and had been waiting outside the palace.

"It's okay! Everything will pass. Concubine Wei comforted softly.

Yang Yu nodded, three days had calmed him down.

"Yang Yoo!" Yang Ji'er's timid voice came.

In her mind. Yang Yu is very magical and smart, and often has all kinds of very interesting things, all kinds of novel ideas,

She often bullied Yang Yu before, and she didn't see him angry, no matter how big a mistake she made, Yang Yu never blamed her.

But Yang Yu at this moment was something she had never seen before, and such a strange feeling made her a little overwhelmed.

"I'm fine!" Yang Yu broke away from Concubine Wei's arms and nodded at Yang Ji'er, which made Yang Ji'er feel a little relieved.

"His Royal Highness!" The guards waiting outside the hall saluted.

"Get up!"

The guards roared. The eyes are hot. They all knew what Yang Yu had done for three days, how could such a benevolent and righteous acting king not be loved, even at this moment, they were willing to let these guards die for Yang Yu.

"Dong Yue!"

Dong Yue stepped forward and saluted: "The end will be!" ”

"Gather the soldiers. With a death notice written by the prince. Personally escort all the ashes of the fallen robes home. Yang Yu said bitterly.

"The last general commands!"

Dong Yue's voice was low.

"Wang Xi!"

"The slave is here!" Wang Xi stepped forward.

"Herald Imperial Bank. 1.2 million guan was withdrawn from the account of the Disaster Relief Division, and 300 guan was paid to each soldier who died in battle. ”

"Yes! His Royal Highness! Wang Xi responded.

Yang Yu thought about it and felt that it was not enough. He also said: "Every soldier who died in battle is posthumously crowned as a martyr, and he will be exempted from paying taxes on 100 acres of land for a hundred years!" Local officials were ordered to give priority to the families of the martyrs. ”

"His Royal Highness the Acting King is benevolent!" The guards said fanatically.

Yang Yu exhaled heavily and waved his hand.

"Go ahead!"

The crowd departed.

At this time, Yang Yu only felt that his eyelids were heavy, and accompanied by Concubine Wei, as soon as he returned to the dormitory, he fell asleep.

"Passing on the Imperial Doctor." Concubine Wei exclaimed.

After a while, the imperial physician Ling Shibu led ten famous doctors in the world to come together, and they couldn't be careless about His Royal Highness the Acting King, who carried the hope of the prosperity of medicine.

"Don't worry!" His Royal Highness was just too tired and fell asleep. The Imperial Doctor Ling Shibu said with a sigh of relief.

After ten imperial doctors took turns to diagnose and treat, they finally came to the conclusion that Yang Yu was asleep.

"That's good!" Concubine Wei was relieved.

"Thank you!"

The doctors didn't even dare to say it.

"Stand down, all of you!" Concubine Wei commanded.

The palace maids and eunuchs left one after another, and Concubine Wei stayed in the palace to personally take care of Yang Yu, who was sleeping heavily, and Yang Jier followed Concubine Wei step by step.

It was while Yang Yoo was asleep.

Carriages covered with black cloths, under the escort of the guards of the East Palace, quietly drove out of Daxing City, and galloped away along the brick road in all directions.

The car carried the ashes of the soldiers, and there was sad news.

Xiaoqingxi is a small river that meanders through the whole territory of Wugong County.

In a bay of Xiaoqing Creek, a quiet village stands quietly in the morning dew.

When the sun rises, wisps of smoke emanate from every household in the small village, and the sound of people and barking dogs gradually sounds, and the small village slowly regains its vitality.

This is Wangjia Village.

At the easternmost end of Wangjia Village, there is a row of houses with several pear trees planted in front of them.

The pear blossoms have just fallen, and the young pears are hanging all over the branches, which makes people feel refreshed.

After a few months, when autumn comes, these pears will grow, and the whole pear tree will bear fruit.

Every autumn, Wang Laoshi will pick his own pears and sell them in Wugong County, which is an important source of income for Wang Laoshi's family.

Wang Laoshi, dressed in sackcloth, and his long-term farm work made his face look particularly old.

At this moment, Wang Laoshi is under the pear tree, carefully pruning the pears, cutting off some improper and excessive pears, so that other pears can grow healthily.

In the kitchen, Wang Laoshi's wife is cooking, and the farmer's meal is very simple, just a few cooking cakes, plus some wild vegetables, which is very delicious.

After a while, the meal was ready, and a young woman came out of the back room with a two-year-old boy in her arms.

Wang Laoshi took the grandson and teased lovingly, and the young woman stepped forward to help her mother-in-law set up the dishes and chopsticks.

The family ate in harmony, mixed with the chatter of the mother-in-law, the carefree laughter of the child, and the whisper of the young woman, and the whole family was full of warmth. (To be continued......)