At this moment, I have awakened the eternal heroic spirit of China

Lin Zexu slowly opened his eyes, his tiger eyes were full of tears, he moved his right hand slowly, and put his right hand to the side of his temple with difficulty and strangely.

The five fingers were aligned and pressed tightly together, looking at the tombstones, he puffed out his chest.

He is saluting.

"Although Yuan Fu doesn't know why the lords take this as a gift, but do as the Romans do, Yuan Fu respectfully sends you heroes!"

When Lin Zexu uttered these words, the wind was blowing gently, as if showing sincere respect with Lin Zexu.

At the same time, the audience exploded in an instant.

Countless people couldn't hold back and covered their mouths, full of excitement.

"My God, Master Lin Zexu is saluting the heroes in a modern way, crying, I can't bear it, it's too terrible..."

"Hey, this screenwriter is too good. He asked Brother Ning An to add chicken legs to him. I think these heroes will be so happy when they know that the ancestors of anti-drug use their etiquette to pay tribute to them."

"Heroes can rest in peace, and there will be no regrets in this life. The ancestors and future generations will join hands to create a day of poison-free China."

"Just such a gesture of saluting completely ignited me. Now I feel that I can't run out of energy. My daughter-in-law is not at home, so I want to hit my son!"

"Steamer, if anyone around me takes drugs in the future, I will be the first to report him! My father seems to have something wrong, wait, I'll send him to the police station!"

A series of remarks made people cry and laugh, and the tears were not shed, but they were already full of smiles.

However, these lovely audiences just used their most authentic thoughts to express their respect for their ancestors and anti-drug police.

Great compassion without tears, great enlightenment without words, and laughter without sound.

In the ward.

Wuming looked at Lin Zexu, and stood up straight, when Lin Zexu raised his hand to salute them.

With a solemn face, Wuming raised his palmless arm and placed it on his temple.

Just like back then, but this time, something was missing.

However, he still couldn't stop the burning heart.

burning.

beating.

Abroad, in a certain room.

The third child looked at the ever-increasing barrage on the phone, with tears in his eyes, but was sent back.

Can't...cry.

When you cry, you are exposed.

"Hahaha, third child, look at how interesting these people are. My son reported his father. He is really kind and filial to his father. A bunch of bad guys who want to catch me, go dreaming."

The accomplice next to him opened his mouth full of yellow teeth, bared his mouth, chewed betel nuts, and laughed arrogantly.

The youngest laughed twice in agreement, looking at his accomplice with more murderous intent in his deep eyes.

These people are not stupid, they are good boys and people who sincerely support the Huaxia police.

You, damn it.

This person didn't know, because of such a sarcastic remark, the third child had already sentenced him to death in his heart.

Now the third child knows why he is fighting.

Even if there will be bad, even if there will be those wrong remarks, even if there will be ignorant people.

However, this China is still worth their lives to protect.

Because, there are many lovely people here.

Thinking of many people like this praying for him on the screen, the third child's heart warmed up today.

........................

"My lord, it's time for us to leave."

Looking at Lin Zexu standing in the cemetery, Ning An spoke.

Lin Zexu was full of reluctance, caressing those lonely stone tablets back and forth.

"I want to look again, look again, just look again..."

He seemed to be a little dazed, looking at these stone tablets was like seeing a treasure.

As everyone knows, he has found a confidant.

In his time, even some military heroes were selling opium.

Without him, it will come too soon.

In order to have a well-trained army, money is indispensable.The imperial court is hopeless, and they can only find a way by themselves.

What can be done?A group of rough men who haven't read much books, when they see others selling opium to make money, they naturally want to follow.

As long as you don't harm your own soldiers, it will be fine.

The rest of the scum, when it dies, it dies.

So, in a sense.

Forbidding opium, Lin Zexu was extremely lonely, at a loss, contradictory, and complicated.

Even the salaries and weapons of some soldiers come from this. Is it really meaningful to ban opium?

Here, he found the answer that has puzzled him for a hundred years.

Suddenly, the breeze blows.

The scorching sun above the sky jumped out of the clouds, dispelled the haze and dark clouds, and illuminated the earth.

"My lord, let's go. If you have a chance in the future, come again."

When the last ray of sunlight slanted to the earth, the cemetery was already empty, only the souls of countless heroes were lamenting and whispering, as if they were saying goodbye.

Pieces of fallen leaves swept away, fell from the air to the ground, and floated from the ground to the air.

Finally, two figures were outlined.

There seemed to be residual body temperature in that place.

No. 6 Ning'an Road, Macau.

The figures of Ning An and Lin Zexu appeared outside a memorial hall. At this moment, it was past nine o'clock in the evening, and there was no one in the empty square.

It was pitch black everywhere, Lin Zexu stared blankly, a little excited.

"My lord, this is your memorial hall, built in the 31st year of Guangxu, oh, 55 years after your death."

Afraid that Lin Zexu would not understand, Ning An specifically explained it.

Lin Zexu tried his best to restrain himself when he heard it. Although it was pitch black, he could still feel the existence of the entire memorial hall.

He closed his eyes, quietly listening to everything here, finally raised his head, tears fell down.

"On the 30th of October in the [-]th year of Daoguang, you passed away after referring to the sky three times to call out the stars and Dounan. After your death, the Qing court presented you to the crown prince and Taifu, and gave you a shirt according to the governor's rule. "

Lin Zexu didn't calm down for a long time after listening to it.

His chest kept rising and falling, and finally he opened his tear-stained eyes and looked at Ning An.

"Mr. Ning'an, perhaps the Qing Dynasty is a humiliating, tragic, and damnable past for you. But for me, Lin, it has never failed me. Lin, I have been loyal to Daqing in this life, no regrets, no regrets. regret……"

Lin Zexu recited no regrets twice, as if he was telling himself and the world.

Ning An was silent, he couldn't judge anything.

The evaluation of Lin Zexu in history is that the limitation of his life is precisely because of the Qing Dynasty, and this alone makes him not a sage.

It's just that Ning'an is a little confused. Lin Zexu never murdered the people, never neglected his duties, and thirdly, he didn't follow his power and work in collusion.

He was just loyal to the court that had been everything since he was born.

The audience outside the screen also had mixed feelings. To be honest, many people were extremely disgusted with Qing Chao and didn't like it at all.

But, for some reason, seeing Lin Zexu like this, they felt a little bit of envy for Qing Chao in their hearts.

I envy that corrupt court has such loyal ministers, envy that enslaved court has iron bones, envy that broken mountains and rivers still have countless loyal people who are willing to mend them.

"Master Lin does not regret, does not regret..."

"My lord, there is no need to repent. You are the Lord Lin of the Qing Dynasty, and you are also the Lord Lin of my China. There is no conflict between the two."

"Because my lord, I would like to give that dynasty a little more tolerance, not for anything else, just for your loyalty, just for your loyalty."

Many people were moved by Lin Zexu's loyalty. For some reason, everyone suddenly thought of Cao Cao.

I think Cao Cao thinks the same about Guan Yu, knowing that you are my lifelong enemy.

But I am still willing to treat you as before, not for anything else, but for your loyalty.

Many people in later generations regret, regret, and annoy Guan Yu, why he didn't follow Cao Cao, otherwise, it must be a good story through the ages.

But no one thought about it.

If Guan Yunchang didn't have loyalty, then he wouldn't be Guan Yunchang...

He will not be where he is today.

studio.

The ministers and team leaders of various departments frowned, staring at the screen closely, puzzled.

Their hearts are full of doubts and question marks.

There is a problem, there is absolutely a problem.

This is by no means a special effect.

It was daytime in the cemetery, and the sun was shining brightly.Why, I turned around and changed to another place, which was the night.

This is a live broadcast, not a clip.

The memorial hall is definitely the memorial hall of Fujian Province, there is no mistake.

But, how did Ning An do it?

Many leaders are lost in contemplation, as if a wonderful magic is shown in front of people, and even make people suspect that it is magic.

Not just them.

Related departments.

Everyone present was silent and silent.

But their eyes were fixed on the screen, they knew about that cemetery.

There are guards, and it is definitely not something that ordinary people can enter, although many levels of secrecy have been lowered there.

After all, those heroes have passed away for many years.

The drug dealers they caught either died of old age, died of illness, or were still in prison.

There is no need to worry about retaliation, but how did Ning An pass by without a sound?
How did he leave without a sound?
Many people are rustling on paper, writing their thoughts and judgments on paper.

Through the dim light, the handwriting on the paper bags was vaguely reflected.

The yellowish light illuminated the bright red four characters.

"Secret file..."