Xiahou Ninghan didn't hear it wrong, Ashina Zhijin was indeed going to personally give the funeral of Li Chengwu, the Emperor of the Holy Tang Dynasty.

This news has spread throughout the imperial capital a few days ago, and the date of the funeral is set for the day after tomorrow.

The battle of the imperial capital has ended more than a year now, Li Chengwu died and martyred, and his body has already been put into the coffin and buried in the palace in the north of the city.

However, according to the rules, he should have entered the Holy Tang Emperor's Mausoleum, so Ashina's proposal to be buried separately is not groundless.

It's just that why a holy Tang emperor who has been in the ground for more than 500 days was re-invited and transferred to the imperial mausoleum, and why did the Turkic Khan, who was an enemy, personally support the soul for the funeral, the meaning of which is very interesting.

Xiahou Ninghan's heart was full of doubts, so he decided to stay for two more days to see what tricks the Turks were playing.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is time to give the emperor a funeral.

Xiahou Ninghan got up early, bathed and freshened up, and deliberately changed into plain clothes, pulled white flowers, walked to Suzaku Street alone, and waited for the funeral procession on the side of the road.

At this time, both sides of the wide Suzaku Street were already crowded with residents of the imperial capital and people from the surrounding villages and towns. The faces of the people were gloomy and solemn, and they all looked in the direction of the imperial city.

At three o'clock in the morning, a letter cannon rose from the square in the imperial city and soared into the sky, rising into the air and suddenly exploding.

The sound of the cannon did not stop, and the bell tower and drum tower in the imperial capital began to echo together, and all of a sudden, the bells and drums of the whole city rang in unison.

In the melodious and stirring sound of bells and drums, the Chengtian Gate directly south of the imperial city slowly opened.

There was a dense sound of horses' hooves coming from the dark and deep doorway, and in the blink of an eye, a thousand heavily armed Turkic warriors, riding high-headed horses, holding white prayer flags, and solemn expressions lined up.

A thousand sword flags and white flags as high as two zhang high and about three feet wide were densely filled with all kinds of scripture runes, both those of the Holy Tang Dynasty and those of the Turks. The flags are like a forest, and they are waving in the wind as the war horses march, and they look very imposing at a glance.

Not long after the Qilin composed of cavalry, 3,000 Western Xinjiang infantrymen, all holding a round shield in their left hand and a scimitar in their right hand, lined up in a five-way column, stepped on neat steps, and opened the Chengtian Gate.

Those soldiers of Western Xinjiang were tall and burly, with rough and solemn faces, and beards with sideburns, coupled with round iron shields and horn knives in their hands, showing a strong exotic style.

Immediately behind the Western Frontier Guard Infantry Regiment was a peculiar contingent of hundreds of Turkic shamans and Shengtang monks and Taoists. The three religions each have their own prayer flags, and each recites its own transcendent scriptures, which are simply mixed together at this moment, and from a distance, it is both mysterious and solemn, and lively and funny.

Just when people were whispering and discussing this strange scene, a huge coffin suddenly appeared in view.

The huge coffin was about two feet square, and was covered with gold leaf. The top of the coffin is set up with an eaves, and the bright yellow curtain hangs down from the top to the surroundings, and the breeze comes slowly, and the curtain gently swings, as if silently telling the story of the owner of the coffin.

Sixty-eight sturdy Turkic Hercules, shirtless, carried a sedan pole wrapped in white cloth on their shoulders and carried the huge coffin slowly.

Nearly 100 concubines of the Holy Tang Harem, all dressed in linen and filial piety, hid their faces and wept while following the coffin.

Not far behind the coffin procession, there were dozens of Turkic princes and nobles led by Ashina Zhijin. There are not only the Golden Tribes, but also the elders of the Eight Pillars of the Turks, such as Yunhe, Divine Eagle, Ghost Fight, and Blood Wolf.

They were on high horses, and their faces were also sinking like water, and under the protection of the three thousand blood guards, they walked at the end of the entire funeral procession.

At the funeral ceremony, the people on both sides of the road knelt down and bowed, and the cries resounded in the sky.

This is a belated tribute to the old man.

He may not be the lord of the Ming Dynasty, nor does he have any great achievements, compared with the emperors of the 800-year-old Holy Tang Dynasty, he can even be evaluated by the word "nest". But at the last moment of his life, on the verge of the imperial dynasty, he used his courage and the glory of the royal blood to make a footnote to his life.

Li Chengwu is worthy of Jiangshan Sheji.

Compared with those people who wept and wiped their tears, Xiahou Ninghan looked very calm, and she bowed respectfully to the coffin in front of her. One worship is herself, one worship is for her father Xiahou Mei, and the other is for the crown prince Li Bing.

Your Majesty, please go. The broken rivers and mountains are left for us to clean up.

Xiahou Ninghan prayed silently, then stood up and set his eyes on Ashina Zhijin, who was walking.

She was curious about what kind of person this monarch who swept across the Western Continent and was known as the greatest monarch in the history of the Turkic Empire.

Ashina, who was sitting on the horse, looked much younger than his actual age. He was dressed in a snow-white samurai suit, with a well-proportioned and graceful body, and a hint of melancholy between his handsome eyebrows.

Unlike most of the Turkic aristocracy, the Great Khan was more of a suave scholar.

However, Xiahou Ninghan's eyes are keen, and of course she has already seen that under her gentle and weak appearance, Ashina is actually equipped with outstanding martial arts, and her combat power may not be worse than that of her father Xiahou Mei.

This is a terrible person.

Xiahou Ninghan thought silently: weak on the outside, strong on the inside, it is difficult to do without extraordinary wisdom and perseverance. Perhaps because of this, he was able to conquer one wild and untamable Turkic tribe after another, and unite them to conquer the Holy Tang in the east.

Although the funeral procession is long, there are times when it ends. After the last group of blood guards and iron horsemen passed through Suzaku Street, the people, under the command of the Turkic soldiers, followed behind the funeral procession and spontaneously went to the imperial tomb in the eastern suburbs.

The funeral procession came all the way to the imperial mausoleum, and the soldiers and horses in charge of guarding the altar surrounded the altar with three layers inside and three layers outside, and were heavily guarded. The accompanying people were separated by Turkic cavalry and Western Xinjiang warriors, divided into three sides, south, east and west, and looked at the altar from a distance.

Xiahou Ninghan was also among them.

Under the guidance of the Holy Tang Rite Officer, the Turkic Great Khan Ashina dismounted from the saddle and stepped onto the altar more than three zhang high. The musicians who had been waiting next to them hurriedly played traditional music used to remember and mourn the emperor.

Ashina Zhijin looked solemn, and after looking around, he suddenly began to recite the sacrificial text in the Holy Tang language to commemorate the emperor Li Chengwu.

"Oh my God! It's a pun! He used a pun script! ”

There were many scholars and scholars in the crowd who had read poetry and books, and when they heard the sacrifice of the Turkic Khan, they could not help but exclaim.

It is a kind of literary style in which words and sentences are paired in pairs to form chapters, which is a treasure in the classical literature of the Holy Tang Dynasty.

Everyone never expected that the foreign monarch in front of him could not only speak fluent Saint Tang language, but also be proficient in Saint Religion poetry and writing, which was not at all as wild and ignorant as they had imagined before.

Ashina ignored the reaction under the altar, and recited the sacrificial text in a suppressed voice, full of sincere feelings:

"God is jealous of heroes, and I have lost my best friend. The friendship of hunting, ordinary people have not solved it...... Turkic Hongyi, bow horse galloping in the air; The Holy Tang Dynasty is vast, and the civilization spreads far and wide...... Jun is far away, what is the opponent; You are far away, my heart is lonely and cold......"

As he spoke, Ashina's eyes were already full of tears, and his voice became choked.

The people of the Shengtang Dynasty around the altar, I don't know if it was because they were infected by him, or because they admired the courage of the first emperor Li Chengwu to die for the country, everyone couldn't help but shed tears on their clothes and cried bitterly.

The entire imperial mausoleum in the eastern suburbs was immersed in a sad and sad atmosphere, and even God was moved by it, and the rain was sprinkled all over the sky.

After reciting the sacrificial text, Ashina clenched his fists tightly, turned his back to the sky, let the cold raindrops hit his face, and shouted loudly: "Brother Emperor and Virtuous, may your heroic soul rest in peace in heaven." Please rest assured, I, Ashina Zhijin, will definitely help you fulfill your last wish and protect your heirs to rule the Holy Tang Dynasty for generations to come! ”

Nearly 10,000 Turkic warriors and Western Xinjiang infantry cooperated with his words, raised their weapons in unison, and shouted loudly.

Xiahou Ninghan, who was standing in the crowd, was slightly stunned, and suddenly noticed the strangeness in Ashina's words.

What does it mean to "help you fulfill your last wish"? What does it mean to "protect your heirs and rule the Holy Tang"?

Don't......

Sure enough, Ashina raised his hand to stop the shouting of the soldiers, and turned to the people in the audience and said solemnly: "Saint Tang people, please listen, my Turkic Empire has no intention of getting involved in the Holy Tang Dynasty, and the 800,000 army is coming west, just to protect the Holy Tang!" ”

As soon as these words came out, there was a buzz of discussion in the audience, and many people shouted: "Quiet! Be quiet! Listen to what he has to say. ”

Ashina's grim gaze swept over the crowd, and he said calmly: "I think you all know very well that there was a rebellion in the imperial capital at the beginning. It was the crown prince Li Bing who colluded with Xie Guang, the commander of the Xuanjia Army, to plot to usurp the throne in a vain attempt to overthrow the emperor and ascend the throne in advance. After an attempted rebellion, they left with their troops, set up a small court in Luoyi, and forced the emperor to recognize his legitimacy as a prisoner. Since then, there has been a huge split within the Shengtang, and the political situation has been turbulent and chaotic. ”

"Li Bing, a careerist, is the source of all these disasters!"

Ashina's words were like a bolt of lightning, hitting the hearts of everyone at the scene.

I only heard him continue: "In order to quell the troubles of many years and restore a peaceful world to the people of the Holy Tang Dynasty, just a few days ago, I have reached an agreement with His Royal Highness Li Jiong, the eldest son of the emperor, the true heir to the throne of the Holy Tang Dynasty, and the king of Huaiyang, that the two sides will jointly raise the banner of righteousness, join hands to quell the rebellion, and completely eliminate the conspiracy usurper Li Bing and the puppet court behind him!" At the same time, the righteous men of the Xuanjia Legion also stepped forward and killed the traitor Xie Guang to comfort the spirit of the first emperor in the sky! ”

Xiahou Ninghan's heart sank, and he finally understood why the Turks were performing today's scene.