Ma Fu's eldest son hurriedly helped Ma Fu up, and when Cixi saw that the young man was wearing the court uniform of a Jiupin civil official, she asked, "Which yamen are you working in on an errand?" ”

"Back to the Queen Mother's words, the slave Ma Jinlin is on an errand in the Prime Minister's Yamen Affairs Office. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Prime Minister's Yamen? Well, now that foreign affairs are promising, the prime minister's yamen is good, and if you do a good job, you will naturally have a bright future in the future. In this way, she left the Ma family, and the Empress Dowager Cixi walked to the mother and son from Xiangtan County, who were already trembling and unable to speak.

The Empress Dowager Cixi looked at the old woman with gorgeous hair and said indifferently, "How long have you been walking from Xiangtan?" ”

The old woman didn't dare to speak, and her son hurriedly interjected, "It's been almost more than twenty days." ”

"It's hard to come from afar," the Empress Dowager Cixi took the old woman's hands and patted her hands to show comfort, "What is Madame's last name?" ”

"The villain Liu Wang." The queen mother held her hand, and Liu Wang's family was no longer as nervous as she was just now, calmed down, and spoke more organized, "The first husband Liu Jin, the eldest son Liu Yuan, died in Wuhu. ”

"Please also ask the lady to mourn," the Empress Dowager Cixi, "the Qing Dynasty will not be sorry for any soldier who sacrificed his life for the country in bloody battles." Liu Wang nodded with tears in his eyes, and the Queen Mother said to Liu Wang's son, "What's your name?" ”

"The little one is called Liu Heng."

"Willow?" The Empress Dowager Cixi thought for a moment and nodded, "The House of Loyal Martyrs is worthy of admiration," so she said a few words to the ten people, and the Empress Dowager Cixi said to the Ministry of Rites Shangshu Quanqing who was following behind, "Let's start." ”

After a few cannon shots, the ritual music was played in unison, and the prostitutes of Nanfu sang solemnly:

"Magnificent China, great civilization.

Benevolence spreads far and wide, Dahua Zhouxing,

Internal and external troubles are coming.

Donating his body and spilling blood, he is mighty and dry.

Sweep away the wolf smoke and revitalize the world.

Past experience, if not forgotten, is a guide for the future.

Sorrow enlightens the saint, and it is difficult to prosper the country.

Thousands of years. Qing Shi Zhaozhang,

Life is endless, the mountains are high and the waters are long.

The state is a public sacrifice, and the law is enacted.

I hereby build a loyal shrine to worship our country's mourning. ”

The Ministry of Rites books light incense. Sent to the hands of the emperor and the queen mother, the queen mother and the emperor solemnly fought hard, faced the divine position, silently prayed, and after that, handed the burning incense to the king of alcohol county, the king of alcohol county inserted the incense into the incense burner, and the official shouted: "Kneel!" ”

Chen Fuen shook his sleeves solemnly and stood on the ground, with more than a dozen people lining up behind him. As the officials of the Honglu Temple shouted and shouted, Chen Fuen knelt down respectfully, and the attendants behind him also knelt down in turn, and after kneeling three times and bowing three times, "Get up!" Chen Fuen stood up. The hall is solemn and sacred, the bells and drums are ringing in unison, the monks and nuns outside are singing Buddhist songs and songs, and the water and land rituals are done with great fanfare, and they are more than loyal to the country.

"Gift!"

The official of the Ministry of Rites brought up two trays and presented them to the Queen Mother. The Queen Mother lifted the red silk cloth covered, and there were several bronze medals on the tray, and the Queen Mother picked one up and looked at it carefully. I saw that the palm-sized bronze medal was about five centimeters thick, and the front was engraved with the words "Loyal Martyrs' Home". There is also "Jiawu Ninety-three", this is the number, the Queen Mother nodded approvingly, and said to the people kneeling on the ground, "This is the gold medal set by the imperial court for the descendants of the loyal martyrs, the home of the loyal martyrs, can be exempted from Ding Yin, and the loyal martyrs' families do not need to kneel when they see the officials below the fifth grade, so as to comfort the soul of the heroes in the sky, and to be decent for all loyal ministers." ”

"Hooray! Hooray, hooray! The people outside were happy and convinced of the mountain shouting long live, the sound was in the clouds, adding to the majesty of the Martyrs' Shrine, the Empress Dowager Cixi handed the gold medal in her hand to the Tongzhi Emperor, "Emperor, you give it to these people." ”

"Yes, my son obeys." Emperor Tongzhi took the gold medal and handed it to the ten people who accompanied the sacrifice in turn, the old woman burst into tears, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Long live the Queen Mother!" The little one prayed to God day and night, asking the Queen Mother to live a long life! ”

Ma Fu was also in tears, almost unable to stand up, Wei Jiashi was very calm, but his eyes were also red, Zhu Yuanxiu took the gold medal in the emperor's hand, and his voice was as small as a mosquito, "Empress Dowager Xie, Emperor Xie." He didn't dare to look up, so he hurriedly retreated and supported Wei Jiashi.

The people outside entered the temple in turn, found their relatives, knelt down and prayed, and many people wept bitterly, and in this cry there was nostalgia for the good life in the past, there was sadness for the death of the family, but also there was respect and comfort, and a beautiful vision for the future life.

At the front of the "Battle of Changsha", a woman in her early thirties wore bright purple clothes and knelt on the ground with a teenage boy, muttering to herself with tears, "You short-lived ghost who killed a thousand knives, I thought you left your hometown to go to Changsha to enjoy happiness, built a big house in the provincial capital, and took a new wife, so I forgot about me in the countryside, this is just it, I didn't expect that only two years later, you died in Changsha!" I'd rather you, a short-lived ghost, stop your wife and remarry, so that I can have a thought in my heart, over the years, I have often dreamed that you, a man who killed a thousand knives, became a big official and took a lot of beautiful wives. The woman's eyebrows recoiled, and her voice became high-pitched, "You have something to say, if it weren't for this time, I would have thought you were still alive!" I'd rather you live, this short-lived ghost......," the woman began to weep in a low voice again, and after a while, she wiped away her tears, "Don't worry, I won't miss you, have you seen your boy?" Now it's very good, quick, son, show your dead ghost father," the woman grabbed her son, held it in her arms, and muttered to herself in the miserable crowd, "Don't worry, my father-in-law and mother-in-law will support the elderly, and I also want the archway of chastity, now that I have a gold medal, the family will not be poor, you are in the underworld, ask to marry a few female ghosts, I don't mind, but I'm the main room, don't forget this point of you, who kills a thousand knives, and wait for my son to give me a pension in the future, and go underground, Those women are going to pour me tea! ”

The Empress Dowager stood behind the woman and listened for a long time, sighed quietly, waved her hand, and walked out quietly with the emperor.

Out of the Martyrs' Shrine, the Empress Dowager Cixi was not very interested in seeing Emperor Tongzhi, "Emperor, what's wrong?" ”

Emperor Tongzhi shook his head, "My son never knew that so many people had died. ”

"Prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer!" The Empress Dowager Cixi took the emperor's hand and walked down the stairs, "It's good that the emperor knows this, so in the future, he will love the people in everything, and don't let the loyal martyrs sweat, blood and tears." (To be continued.) )

PS: Empty a city and other 300,000 souls. Never forget anyone who fought bloodily for the country and sacrificed his life for the country, no matter what his identity is, please remember that only the dedication of the martyrs can have our happy life today, just today is the National Memorial Day, I hope that the book friends for the country's soldiers, the innocent victims, silent mourning, forgetting history is betrayal, please put your hands together, pray for the people who sacrificed their lives for the country, the people who suffered disasters, and wish the country prosperity, China will always stand on top of the world!