With Liu Ying, the son of heaven, pushing forward, it should have been a great victory for the whole world, but it inexplicably made the government and the opposition inside and outside the government and the opposition shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

For the gloomy atmosphere above the court, the people of Chang'an have no perception;

An unprecedented and unprecedented victory can be said to have completely ignited the atmosphere of Chang'an City, which has been silent in worry since the autumn and since the Taiwei Jin She led the army to the expedition.

Chang'an Eighth Street and Jiumo are all a celebratory scene with colorful lights, and the tea shops and wine shops around the two cities of Beicheng have also opened a big reward without exception;

Countless wine, meat and delicacies were moved into their own palaces by these small bosses engaged in the catering industry, but they did not want to earn even a single copper coin.

In the words of later generations, Chang'an at this time can be done with only two words.

- Happy.

Because of joy, the whole city revels;

Because of happiness, so laughter.

Because of the joy, when the first batch of triumphant soldiers led by Taiwei Jin She appeared outside the east gate of Chang'an City, the funeral joy that he remembered inexplicably made the people of Chang'an feel confused······

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Liu Ying's seventh year, the fourth day of the winter and November months;

Chang'an City, eastern suburbs.

As the banner of the triumphant soldiers gradually appeared in the distance, the entire eastern suburbs of Chang'an were immediately occupied by a burst of earth-shattering cheers.

Almost all the people of Chang'an, as well as the people of Guanzhong, who live not far from Chang'an City, appeared in the eastern suburbs of Chang'an City on this day.

Some stood outside the city, others at the head of the city;

Others, afraid that they would not be able to see the grand scene in front of them, each found a tree and climbed to the top of the tree.

As for the 'ancestor of heroes' He Duohuang, who has been famous in Chang'an City, he has already changed into brand new clothes, with his wife and children who are also neatly dressed, accompanied by internal history officials, and in the admiration and envy of the onlookers, quietly waiting for his grandson to triumph.

Soon, the team of men and horses came from far to near and approached the wall of the East Palace of Chang'an.

But what made everyone present feel strange was that almost all the courtiers and officials who came here to greet him did not see much joy on their faces.

"Huh?"

"Wood?"

Soon, there were people with good eyesight in the crowd, and anomalies were found in the bodies of the thousands of triumphant soldiers.

As far as the eye could see, I saw that the thousands of triumphant soldiers, without exception, were wearing white cloaks, wearing white mourning belts around their waists, and in their hands, they were all holding wooden boxes that were two feet long, one foot high, and more than one foot wide.

Seeing this situation, the onlookers naturally reacted, and the warm atmosphere in the crowd also dispersed a lot.

And in the crowd, when he looked at his beloved grandson He Weiyang, followed by the general who was dressed in a noble armor stomach, but was also wearing a white cloak and a white mourning belt around his waist, he Duowei finally lost the pride on his face;

Seeing his grandson gradually approaching, and gradually showing a sad face, He Duowei slowly nodded his head and let out a lamentation leisurely.

"Once it will be successful, ten thousand bones will wither······"

"After a battle, many Guanzhong sons died on the bitter cold side wall·········"

An exclamation full of vicissitudes also made He Duoxiao's eyes red inexplicably;

He lowered his head, picked up his grandson one by one, and beckoned his wife, son, and several other older grandsons to walk towards the city.

In this matter, the triumphant soldiers led by Taiwei Jin She, Yulin Captain Quan Xu, and Tiger Benjia Dao He Weiyang also walked into Chang'an City from Qingming Gate.

That is, at the moment when Taiwei Jin She stepped into Chang'an City, a long, mournful, and extremely solemn mourning music sounded in the entire Chang'an City······

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"How can you say that there is no clothes~"

"With the son~~"

"—King! In! Xing~Teacher, repair! I! Ge ~ spear, enmity with the son!

”

"How can you say that there is no clothes~~"

"How can you say that there is no clothes~~~"

"~~~~~~~~ with the Son"

"—King! In! Xing~Teacher, repair! I! Spear ~ halberd, work with the son!

”

"How can you say that there is no clothes~~~"

"How can you say that you have no clothes··········

As the entire sky over Chang'an City was filled with this solemn and heavy "Qin Feng No Clothes", the figure of Liu Ying, the son of heaven, finally appeared in the north of Weiyang Palace.

On both sides of the street from Qingming Gate to the north of Weiyang Palace, listening to the long-lost "No Clothes" in my ears, the faces of the onlookers also poured into bursts of sorrow.

Once upon a time, with this subdued and frustrated Qin wind, the old Qin people in Guanzhong went east to the Han Valley, fought in all directions, swept the world, and was feared by the world to call: the Qin of the tiger and wolf;

And today, when this Qin Feng sounded again, it was no longer a symbol of Guanzhong Erlang's expedition, but an elegy for the soul of Guanzhong who died on the battlefield, and the soul returned to his hometown······

"How can you say that there is no clothes~~~~"

"How can you say that there is no ~~~~~~~ clothes?"

"Dress with the Son~~~~~~~~~~~!

！ ”

"—King! In! Xing ~ Division!

- Repair! I! A~Bing!

- Walk with the son!

！

”

"How can you say that there is no clothes~~~~"

"How can you say that there is no ··············· clothes?"

With the increasingly reasonable Qin Feng's "No Clothes", the people on both sides of the street gradually resounded with low wails;

It was also at this time that the triumphant soldiers led by Taiwei Jin She, holding urns in their hands, lined up into Chang'an City, also began a unique 'count'.

The first to speak was Taiwei Jin She······

"——Captain Shanglin Huben, Captain Tiger, the sword Sima Qian is not suspicious!"

"- Guanzhong Zhou Zhiren!"

"——Seven Huns were killed in battle!"

"—Died in battle, Ma Yi ······"

As soon as the words fell, an old man and a young figure walked out of the street beside Jin She, and the official respectfully led him to Jin She's side, and continued to walk forward with Jin She.

Then, it was Captain Quan Xu.

"——Captain Shanglin, Captain Yulin, the eldest grandson of the Divine Arm Tun is sick!"

"-Guanzhong Qianxian people!"

"——Shoot and kill twenty-nine Hun pawns and slaves!"

"—Died in battle, Ma Yi ······"

Yinluo, another old man with Huafa, walked out with the support of his nephew and walked to Quan Xu's side.

But this 'counting' is still not over······

"——Captain Shanglin Huben, Captain Zhang, a sword pawn Zhang Er!"

······

"——Captain Hu Ben of Shanglin, Li Si, a sword pawn!"

······

"-Captain Shanglin, Captain Yulin, Divine Arm Pawn Zheng Ji!"

······

"- Tai Lieutenant Zhongjun, then the battalion commander Yang Kuan!"

······

"-Captain Qianjun, Scout Ruiqi Su Sheng!"

······

"——Sima Zhu of the other department, Cao Bo, Cao Zhong, Cao Shu········"

One name after another was roared out by the triumphant return of the Guanzhong children;

One after another, the grief-stricken families of the martyrs walked out of both sides of the street to the heroic spirit of their son, and walked forward with tears in their eyes.

The people of Guanzhong who watched on both sides of the street also lamented and wept with empathy.

Qin Feng's "No Clothes", I don't know when, has quietly dissipated over Chang'an City;

Only a few hundred people shouted out one after another, and the queue was more than a mile long, and they had already come to the north of Weiyang Palace.

However, this 'number report' still lasted for half an hour after the team arrived in Beique········

By the end of the 'report', the area outside Beique, which was not very spacious, was already filled with more than 2,000 triumphant soldiers holding urns in their hands, as well as several times the families of the martyrs.

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

It was not until this moment that Liu Ying, the Son of Heaven, who was tied with a white cloth belt in front of his forehead, appeared in everyone's field of vision surrounded by snow-white ministers and officials.

It was noon, and it was early winter in October, and Liu Ying, the son of heaven, who was standing on the platform, breathed hot air from time to time between his mouth and nose;

But soon, the heat disappeared into the crowd of onlookers, as well as the triumphant soldiers and the families of the martyrs outside Beique, as well as with Liu Ying's slowly bent waist.

At the same time, the high-pitched and long singing of the confessors sounded above the North Gate, and was relayed by one after another and sent to every corner around the North Gate.

"Your Majesty pays tribute to the families of the martyrs~~~"

"Your Majesty Pays Farewell to the Heroes and Martyrs~~~~~"

"Your Majesty's three worship of the martyrs' ~~~~~~~"

Meticulously bowed three times, and when the city fell, the thousands of martyrs' families bowed in return, and Liu Ying, the son of heaven, took a deep breath and waved his hand to the side.

Then, there was a long, loud singing, resounding in the sky outside the north palace wall of Weiyang Palace········

"The edict said: Although the country is great, the warlike will perish; Although the world is peaceful, it will be dangerous to forget the war.

In the battle of the country, the son of the poor peasant family was the pawn, and the generation of the Gaomen family was the general;

Today, there is a battle of Mayi, thwarting Hu Man's desire to go south, protecting the border wall and the peace of all the people, although there are tens of thousands of Hu soldiers who have been beheaded and captured, but I still have a lot of mourners, who are loyal ministers and righteous men of the state, and are injured by Hu Man.

It is based on this edict, which is said to be the king of all the people of the world and the future generations: the battle of the Fan Han, whether it is won or lost, first sympathize with the disabled, and then reward;

All the soldiers of the Han Dynasty, who are injured or disabled because of the king's affairs, are all pretended to be the first level of thieves, and give money, food, cloth and silk to support their families;

For those who die in the king's affairs, the first three levels of the false thief, and the second level of the posthumous knight, one should be bereaved and rewarded as usual;

The genus of the martyrs is more complex than Shandong~~~"

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"The edict said: Under the whole world, it is not the king's land; On the shore of the land, it is not the king's minister.

It is based on this edict, which is said to be the Han foreign domain: those who dare to hurt the Han and the death will take half of their land;

Whoever dares to kill a man will destroy his country.

If the Han Dynasty comes, there is no one who eats pot pulp, which is more disrespectful;

Whoever kills, injures, or disrespects the Han soldiers, and injures my people, even though they are thousands of miles away, will be punished by heaven!

Eight outside the barbarian, don't say it is unpredictable~~~"

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"The edict said: Martial arts, the cadre of the country; Huaxia has a noble stomach, don't hurt it.

With this edict, he ordered the Prime Minister Anguo Marquis Mausoleum, the Imperial History Doctor Qu Reverse Marquis Chenping, the Inner History Beiping Marquis Cang, and the Shaofu Wuhou Chengyan to pay the money and set up the Han Dynasty Martyrs' Cemetery, and on the side of the Sheji Altar;

All the heroes and martyrs who died in the king's affairs were invited to the martyrs' cemetery in the position of the gods, and enjoyed the incense, fire, and blood sacrifices of the future generations;

The family of the martyrs, and the plaque of the martyrs, hang high outdoors, and the tax collectors should not approach;

The father, mother, wife, and son of the martyr are all exempt, tax-exempt, and service-exempt, and all five-year-old, in order to support the mourning of the martyr's bereaved son, husband, and father.

Knowing this edict but not respecting, seeing the plaque of the martyrs and not avoiding it, bullying the families of the martyrs with power, money, and power, the main culprit is sitting and rebelling, razing the three clans,

Subordinate sit disrespectfully, abandon the city,

Turning a blind eye to the neighbors and friends of the township who do not see and do not save it is the spring of the city;

The county order sits to death, the county guard sits down, and there is no one who is exempted from punishment on a hundred stones~~~~~~"

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Three successive edicts of the Son of Heaven were passed into the ears of everyone present under the long and tactful singing of the confessors;

After a long silence, the figure of Liu Ying, the son of heaven, finally disappeared above Beique.

A moment later, the north gate of Weiyang Palace: Sima Gate was wide open;

Then, Liu Ying, the Son of Heaven, and all the ministers and officials, as well as the meritorious marquis in Beijing, came out of Sima Gate.

stepped forward, each took an urn, and comforted the families of the martyrs beside them.

After the team composed of more than 2,000 soldiers and 6,700,000 martyrs was inserted into the concentration by Liu Ying, the Son of Heaven, and a group of courtiers and hundreds of officials, this team of nearly 10,000 people slowly walked in the direction of the arsenal after hundreds of confessors sang in unison.

"Your Majesty Drives ~~~~~"

"Congratulations to the Heroic Soul ~~~~~~~"

Accompanied by the repeated singing of the confessor, Artemisia Street outside the north palace wall of Weiyang Palace was immediately dyed white by the paper money flying in the sky.

Every thirty or fifty steps, there are permanent officials with sad faces, offering their own respect to these heroes who have sacrificed their lives for the country and the nation.

Just walked all the way to the arsenal, and the team turned to the right under the leadership of Liu Ying, the son of heaven, and the forbidden army riders in front of Liu Ying, along Zhangtai Street, through Shangguanli, Taimiao, and Gaomiao, out of Xi'an Gate, and towards the Sheji Altar in the southern suburbs of Chang'an City.

Along the way, Liu Ying heard the cries of many people.

There are triumphant soldiers behind them;

There are family members of martyrs on their side;

There are also touching the scenery on both sides of the street, and I feel sad for the dead Guanzhong son and good husband.

In the end, Liu Ying finally discovered that the clearest voice was actually her own cry········

Just go all the way, all the way;

Walking through the Taimiao, the team did not stop;

Walking through the high temple, the team did not stop.

Walking out of Xi'anmen, the team still has no tendency to slow down.

Just walked all the way to the Sheji Altar, and the people of Guanzhong who came with this team found that outside the Sheji Altar, the Southern Army guards who had a full stomach had surrounded a cemetery the size of Weiyang Palace!

When the team walked into the cemetery, they came to the mourning hall that had obviously just been built, invited the urns of the martyrs to the altar, and then arched the pieces of the gods with gold characters;

Then, under the guidance of the regular ritual officials, they rewarded all kinds of cattle, sheep and blood to this row of heroic gods, and then burned them with prayers.

After all the 'sacrifice' procedures were completed, this unprecedented 'triumphal ceremony' was finally coming to an end.

But when leaving the Han Martyrs Cemetery, Liu Ying, the son of heaven, still did not forget to make the final addition.

——The people of Fanhan, the whole country mourns for March!

In order to sacrifice the Han and Hun Mayi battles, the Han heroes who died on the front line of Mayi-Wuzhou···········

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