Chapter 382 Martyrs' Hall

The autumn wind is like a fast sickle, squirting from the willow treetops, and the half-green and half-yellow leaves fall down.

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

The mountains are filled with green peaks, towering ancient trees, quiet forests and valleys, and beautiful scenery. Although it is not a famous mountain resort with rich cultural heritage, its beautiful scenery is also a rare scenic spot.

Today, the weather is not good, and it is drizzling in the sky, bringing a hint of chill to the autumn weather.

Zeng Zhihong's grave was filled with countless flowers, which were all the flowers from a radius of ten miles and decorated here into a sea of ​​flowers.

Only this person has the power and mood to do such things.

The stone tablet in front of the tomb is simple and unpretentious. Apart from being relatively sturdy, there is no decoration at all. These are Zeng Zhihong's last wishes before his death.

Although his eldest son Zeng Kewei violated his father's order, he still served as the acting prefect of the two states.

But he never gave in to this matter. Even though countless family and friends and colleagues in the officialdom were advised by him, he refused.

There is also a carefully carved stone tablet dozens of steps away from Zeng Zhihong's tomb. In front of the stone tablet, ancient trees are towering and flowers are competing for beauty. A tomb made of huge whole rocks is placed on it with a bronze statue half-body on it.

A general was dressed neatly and walked on his horse.

He was the Cangzhou garrison, deputy general Chen Xinhong, who was stationed in Cangzhou City at the same time as Zeng Zhihong. When the Huns arrived, the Huns arrived and left the city alone.

This Wen and Wu were both officials in the same city before their lifetime and buried in the same place after their death.

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

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

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

Burning incense and candles, headed by Xu Haifeng, the direction was ringing, Jiang Kongming, Su Chunwei, Tang Qili, Lu Tongzhou and others knelt down one after another, and bowed three times and nine times toward the two new tombs.

Then, amid the grand sound of cannons, they returned to Cangzhou City and came to Zeng Mansion.

Although Mr. Zeng Zhihong and Zeng have been buried for more than a month, the mourning hall standing 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 tribute.

This may be the power of power, even Zeng Zhihong's son Zeng Kewei dare not violate it.

It is impossible to hold the coffin to see it off, but it is natural to worship the mourning hall.

Zeng Kewei had known that they were coming here for a long time, and he was even more prepared before the mourning hall.

Above the mourning hall, two tablets are erected.

The visitor salutes, and the host returns the salute.

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

The massive memorial service is far from over, and there is still a waterway pavilion for 70 to 49 days.

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

In the backyard of Zeng Mansion, Xu Haifeng reached out to pull Chen Jianqiang.

This Chen Xinhong's only seedling was not afraid of life. Seeing Xu Haifeng's gentle face, he laughed like a spring breeze.

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

Zeng Keweilo bowed and said, "Jian Qiang is already the youngest brother of the lower official."

He said it was plain, but he didn't know how much blood and tears it contained.

After pondering for a while, Xu Haifeng said, "Well, it's up to you."

"Cough." Jiang Kongming coughed lightly and said, "Mr. Zeng, my lord came to Cangzhou this time. In addition to mourning Lingzun and General Chen, there is another thing I want to discuss with you."

"Mr. Military Advisor, please speak."

Zeng Kewei dared not be rude to Jiang Kongming. When he was just performing his rituals, Jiang Kongming was only ranked behind Xu Haifeng and Xiangming, and even the leaders of the Tang and Su families were behind. His status can be imagined.

"My lord wants to build a martyr's hall in the capital."

"Martial Hall?"

"It is precisely because of this invasion of the Huns, Caesar invaded, and countless famous or unknown warriors continued. With their lives and blood, they could bring our Han Dynasty back to the hands of the Han people. Therefore, the lord decided to establish a martyr's hall in the capital. All the Han soldiers and civilians who died heroically in this disaster will be included in it for mourning and admiration for later generations." Jiang Kongming said seriously.

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

However, after hearing Jiang Kongming's words, they immediately understood.

Jiang Kongming only mentioned this battle, but he did not mention the countless battles that have occurred since the founding of the Han Dynasty. His intentions were already very obvious.

However, at this time, no one wanted to go, or dared to criticize him.

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

Whether Zeng Zhihong or Chen Xinhong, the ones they were loyal to were the Liu family of the Han Dynasty. At this time, the ones occupying the capital were not descendants of the Liu family. If he agreed, I wonder what the two old people's spirits in heaven would feel.

He shook his head slightly, waiting to refuse.

Jiang Kongming had long been concerned about him, and as soon as he saw his performance, he immediately understood what he meant. He laughed loudly and said, "Mr. Zeng, this time, there are not only the senior heads of the three major families in the Martyrs' Hall, but also the golden body of the ancient road beard and the ancient Dao Damao was also among them. If Ling Zun could be in the world with them, he would probably be able to rest in peace."

"Master Gu?" Zeng Kewei was startled and asked, "His descendants of his old man agreed?"

The fact that Gu Daoyan died at the hands of the enemy has long been rumored.

Although most people believe that the ancient Daoyan died at the hands of the Xiongnu master Li Zhi, those who truly have great wisdom and know the inside story understand that it is never simple.

Even if Gu Daoyan's death was not Xu Haifeng's action, it would definitely be inseparable from him.

Then Xu Haifeng included Marshal Gu in the Martyrs' Hall. If he had any good intentions, Marshal Gu's descendants could agree, Zeng Kewei was the first to disbelieve it.

"Master Gu fought against Caesar in the Western Regions for many years. He came to the northern border and was determined to expel the Huns. Although his ambitions were not fulfilled in the end, his achievements were obvious to all. Naturally, he was one of the candidates who were qualified to enter the Martyrs' Hall." Jiang Kongming said slowly: "As for his descendants? It doesn't matter whether he agrees or not."

Zeng Kewei's breathing was stagnant, and Jiang Kongming's words were clearly stated. If you agree, we will all be happy. If you don't agree, then I'm sorry, I'll be shaking.

Zeng Kewei smiled bitterly. He knew that since the Grand Military Advisor Jiang had said that, there was no room for rejection. Unless he made up his mind and had a grudge against him, there was no difference between him or her agreeing or not.

After sighing, he said helplessly: "Since that's the case, I'll just listen to the emperor."

"Okay..." Jiang Kongming laughed loudly, slapped his palm hard, and said, "Since Lord Zeng agreed, then let the rest be left to the students."

"Prince Zeng, Xu went to Lingzun's tomb today and couldn't help but feel quite indignant." Xu Haifeng suddenly sighed and said.

"Please give me advice, General." Zeng Kewei was stunned and asked.

"Lingzun is a noble character and a model for the world. However, now there is a desolate area in front of the grave. Wouldn't it make the world cold?" Xu Haifeng stared into his eyes and said, "Xu wanted to renovate the Lingzun, or move the two adults' place to the capital and place them in the martyrs' hall forever to mourn for future generations."

Zeng Kewei's face changed, and he suddenly knelt down and said, "General, his father and General Chen died for Cangzhou when they were alive. Now he is buried in Cangzhou, which is very popular. As for the simplicity in front of the tomb, it is actually the last order of his father. Please help the general to fulfill it."

Xu Haifeng looked at Jiang Kongming and said, "Since that's the case, let's give up the matter of moving the grave. However, I will decide on the matter behind Lingzun."

After saying that, Xu Haifeng stood up, came to 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 nobles and nobles. After hesitating for a while, he finally asked Zeng Zhihong's suicide note from his home, and he couldn't get up before he arrived at Xu Haifeng's mansion.

Xu Haifeng was helpless and finally stopped mentioning what he wanted.

Although Zeng Kewei violated Xu Haifeng's wishes, he did not blame him for this.

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

At this point, even if he is ten times stupid, he knows that Zeng Kewei's future will be bright in the future.

Sure enough, Xu Haifeng took good care of the Zeng family throughout his life. Although he had never been at the top, he was rich and powerful.

A few months later, a majestic martyrs' hall was completed in the capital. A towering stone tablet stood proudly, and everyone in the capital could see it.

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

There were eight people in total, and they were canonized as warriors of the country, followed by officials at all levels who died at the local level due to the atrocities of the Huns. Finally, countless names were engraved on the stone tablet that was almost as high as the sky. They were all warriors who died or disappeared when they fought with the Huns and Caesar.

Since the first day of its opening, there have been endless people coming to pay their respects. Until Xu Haifeng a hundred years later, it was still a bright flag of the Han Empire.
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