Chapter 382: Martyrs' Hall

The autumn wind, like a sharp sickle, blew through the willow treetops, and the half-green and half-yellow leaves fell down.

Thirty miles west of Cangzhou City, Yueri Mountain is the place where the former prefect Zeng Zhihong was buried.

Yueri Mountain, the peaks and peaks are stacked and green, the ancient trees are towering to the sky, the forest ravines are quiet, and the scenery is beautiful. Although it is not a famous mountain resort where humanities gather, Zhong Lingyu is beautiful, and it is also a rare scenic spot.

Today, the weather is not beautiful, and it is drizzling in the sky, which brings a chill to the autumn weather.

Zeng Zhihong's grave was filled with countless flowers, all of which Jiang Kongming had specially ordered to pick all the flowers within a radius of ten miles and decorate this place into a sea of flowers.

Only this person has the power and mood to engage in such a thing.

The stone monument in front of the tomb is simple and unpretentious, except that it is relatively strong, there is no decoration at all, these are Zeng Zhihong's last wishes before his death.

Although his eldest son, Zeng Kewei, disobeyed his father's orders, he still served as the acting prefect of Cang and the two states.

But on top of this matter, he never gave in half a step, even though countless family members and friends, and colleagues in Huan Hai persuaded him one by one, they were all rejected by him.

Dozens of steps away from Zeng Zhihong's grave, there is also a finely carved stone stele. Before the stele, the ancient trees are towering to the sky, and a hundred flowers are vibrant. A tomb made of a huge monolithic rock with a bronze bust on it.

A military general, neatly draped, is riding a horse.

He was stationed in Cangzhou City at the same time as Zeng Zhihong, and when the Hun army came, he went out of the city alone to garrison Cangzhou, deputy general Chen Xinhong.

This Wen Yiwu was an official in the same city before his death, and was buried in the same place after his death.

Slowly, a group of black and oppressive people appeared in the distance.

They came to the grave, set up a confession, and after doing their homework, Xu Haifeng ignited the burden full of tin foil ingots.

A breeze blew, and the dumplings, cakes, fruits and other tributes in front of him were covered with a thin layer of yellow-black.

Burning incense and holding candles, headed by Xu Haifeng, Xiang Ming, Jiang Kongming, Su Chunwei, Tang Qiyi, Lu Tongzhou and other people knelt down in turn, and bowed three times and nine bows to the two new tombs.

Subsequently, in the solemn salute, they returned to Cangzhou City and came to Zengfu.

Although Zeng Zhihong has been buried for more than a month, the mourning hall that stands in Zeng's mansion has never been demolished.

All of this is because of one person, because of the words of Xu Haifeng, the only overlord in the north of the Han Dynasty.

They were waiting for Xu Haifeng to return from Wolong City to pay their respects.

This may be the power of power, even if it is Zeng Kewei, the son of Zeng Zhihong, he does not dare to disobey.

It is impossible to send the coffin to the end, but it is a matter of course to worship the mourning hall.

Zeng Kewei had long known that they were going to come here, and before the mourning hall, he was even more prepared.

Above the mourning hall, there are two tablets.

The visitor salutes, and the host returns the salute.

Along with Zeng Kewei, who kowtowed to Xu Haifeng and the others, there was also Chen Yinggao, one of the generals of the Cangzhou garrison, and behind him, a little boy blinked his big curious eyes, staring at everything he didn't understand.

The huge memorial is far from over, and there are still 7749 days of waterway dojo.

However, all this has nothing to do with Xu Haifeng.

In the backyard of Zeng's house, Xu Haifeng stretched out his hand and pulled Chen Jianqiang.

This Chen Xinhong's only seedling is not afraid of life, and when he saw Xu Haifeng's kind face, like a gentle gaze like a spring wind, he laughed.

Xu Haifeng nodded, touched his scalp, and said, "Governor Zeng, how do you plan to place this child." ”

Zeng Kewei bowed slightly and said, "Jian Qiang is already the younger brother of Xiaguan. ”

He said plainly, but he didn't know how much blood and tears were contained in it.

After pondering for a moment, Xu Haifeng said: "Okay, it's up to you." ”

"Ahem." Jiang Kongming coughed lightly and said, "Lord Zeng, my lord came to Cangzhou this time, in addition to condolences to Ling Zun and General Chen, there is another matter I want to discuss with you. ”

"Master Strategist, please speak."

For Jiang Kongming, Zeng Kewei didn't dare to be rude at all, and when he saluted, Jiang Kongming was only ranked behind Xu Haifeng and Xiang Ming, and even the two sect masters of Tang and Su were also subservient. His status can be imagined.

"My lord, I want to build a martyr's hall in Beijing."

"Martyrs' Hall?"

"It is precisely this Xiongnu invasion, Caesar's invasion, countless famous or unknown warriors to go forward one after another, with their lives and blood to make my Han rivers and mountains return to the hands of the Han people. It was decided by the lord to establish a martyr's hall in Beijing, and all the soldiers and civilians of the Han Dynasty who died heroically in this catastrophe were included in it for future generations to mourn and pay respects. Jiang Kongming said solemnly.

Xiang Ming and the others glanced at each other, this was the first time they had heard of it.

However, after listening to Jiang Kongming's words, their hearts immediately understood.

Jiang Kongming kept mentioning this battle, but he didn't mention the countless battles that had taken place since the founding of the Han Dynasty, and his intentions were already very obvious.

It's just that at this time, no one wants to go, or dare to count him.

Zeng Kewei was also a smart man and immediately understood what he meant.

Whether it is Zeng Zhihong or Chen Xinhong, what they are loyal to is the Han Liu family. At this time, it is not the descendants of the Liu family who occupy the Jingshi, if he agrees, I don't know how these two old people's spirits in the sky will feel.

He shook his head slightly, just about to refuse.

Jiang Kongming had already paid attention to him, and when he saw his performance, he immediately understood what he meant. At the moment, he laughed loudly and said: "Lord Zeng, in this martyr's hall, not only are there the previous heads of the three major families, but also the golden body of the ancient Dao bearded ancient handsome is also among them, if Ling Zun can be ranked with them in the world, presumably under the nine springs, he can also be blind." ”

"Gu Dashuai?" Zeng Kewei was taken aback and asked, "His old man's descendants agreed?" ”

Who died at the hands of Gu Dao Beard has long been rumored.

Although the vast majority of people believe that Gu Dao Fu died at the hands of the Xiongnu Grandmaster Li Zhi, those who really have great wisdom and know the inside story understand that it is by no means simple.

Even if Gu Dao Beard's death was not Xu Haifeng's hand, it was definitely inseparable from him.

So Xu Haifeng included Gu Dashuai in the Martyrs' Hall, if he wants to say that he has any good intentions, Gu Dashuai's descendants can agree, Zeng Kewei is the first to disbelieve.

"Gu Dashuai fought against Caesar in the Western Regions for many years, came to the northern Xinjiang, and was bent on expelling the Huns, although his ambition was not rewarded in the end, but his achievements are obvious to all, and he is naturally one of the candidates who are qualified to enter the martyr's hall." Jiang Kongming said slowly: "As for his descendants?" It doesn't matter anymore whether you say yes or no. ”

Zeng Kewei's breath was stagnant, Jiang Kongming's words were clearly picky, you agreed, we are all happy, if you don't agree, then, I'm sorry, I'm going to be rough.

Zeng Kewei smiled bitterly, he knew that since Jiang Dajun had already said so, there was no room for refusal. Unless you make up your mind and enmity with him, it makes no difference whether you agree or not.

With a long sigh, he said helplessly: "Since this is the case, the lower officials will listen to the respect." ”

"Okay...... Jiang Kongming laughed, slapped his palm hard, and said, "Since Lord Zeng agreed, then leave the rest to the students." ”

"Governor Zeng, Xu went to Ling Zun's grave today, and couldn't help but be quite indignant." Xu Haifeng suddenly let out a long sigh and said.

"Please advise the General." Zeng Kewei was stunned and asked.

"Ling Zun is a model for the world, but now in front of the grave, it is a desolation, doesn't it make the world's teeth cold." Xu Haifeng stared into his eyes and said, "Xu wants to make a new repair for Ling Respect, or move the resting place of the two adults to Jingshi and place it in the martyr's hall for future generations to mourn." ”

Zeng Kewei's face changed, he suddenly knelt down, and said: "General Mingjian, my father and General Chen died for Cangzhou during their lifetime, and now they are buried in Cangzhou, which is very heartfelt. As for the simplicity in front of the grave, it is really the last order of the father, please fulfill it to the general. ”

Xu Haifeng and Jiang Kongming glanced at each other and said, "In this case, the matter of moving the grave will be stopped, but we will be in charge of the matter after Ling Zun's death." ”

After saying that, Xu Haifeng got up, came to the front of the house, saluted again, and then left.

As soon as the master left, Xiang Ming and others said goodbye one after another, Zeng Kewei sent away all the dignitaries, hesitated again and again, and finally asked Zeng Zhihong to take out Zeng Zhihong's suicide note from home, and he couldn't kneel before going to Xu Haifeng's mansion.

Xu Haifeng was helpless, and finally did what he wanted and no longer mentioned the matter.

Although Zeng Kewei violated Xu Haifeng's wishes, he was not held accountable for this.

Not only that, but since that day, during the days when I lived in Cangzhou City, I invited him to eat and sleep together, and the weight of grace was unprecedented.

At this point, even a person who is ten times stupid knows that Zeng Kewei's future is bound to be bright.

Sure enough, in the end, Haifeng took good care of the Zeng family in his life, although he was not in the best class, but he was also rich and noble.

A few months later, a majestic martyr's hall was completed in Beijing. A towering stone monument stands proudly, and everyone in Beijing can look at it.

Among the eight people in the first row of the Martyrs' Hall, Fang Lingtian was the leader, including Su Dongshun, Tang Zonghan, Li Bohu, Gu Daofu, Fang Lingde, and Chen Xinhong and Zeng Zhihong, who were martyred in different ways in Cangzhou.

A total of eight people, who were canonized as warriors to protect the country, followed by local officials at all levels who died because of the atrocities of resisting the Xiongnu, and finally, in the stone tablet that was almost high into the sky, countless names were engraved, they were all warriors who died or disappeared when they died tragically in the war with the Xiongnu and Caesar.

Since the first day of its opening, the Martyrs' Hall has been full of people who have come to mourn, and until a hundred years after Xu Haifeng, it is still a bright banner of the Han Empire.