Datang: I was the champion in high school, but was persuaded to quit by the court

"Don't tell me I still want to be in front of the public!"

"Listen to these fools again!"

"Long live that thief!"

Li Daozong is now a dumb man eating coptis, and he can't tell what he is suffering.

Emperors seem to have this temper, they just don't like to listen to people's words (afbe), and they insist on misinterpreting the meaning. In Lin Hao's words, they just think too much.

"His Majesty!"

"The people support that Lin Hao thief!"

"As long as he dies..."

Upon hearing this, Li Shimin calmed down after a little thought, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Li Daozong changed his posture. Firstly, his old waist couldn't bear the toss, and secondly, he was afraid that the partition wall had ears, so he got up and came to the emperor's brother.

He whispered in his ear: "Your Majesty, with the strength of you and me, as long as the thief is left alone, we can solve him quietly, so that the crisis can be solved!"

Li Shimin's eyes lit up, and he finally became interested.

This is also a good way, as long as Lin Hao can be dealt with quietly, whether it is the people in the city or the Jiannan Road in the distance, it will be a mess and difficult to achieve.

As for whether this can be done, Li Shimin has considerable confidence in the two of them. As long as Lin Hao is on the order, he will definitely be able to catch him.

Li Daozong looked at the changing face of the emperor's brother, and knew that he was tempted!

He secretly said in his heart: "I only hope that Brother Huang can change his mind about this after watching the resurrection ceremony!"

"If you can't, the death of Lin Hao can make the Central Plains stop fighting, so I can only feel sorry for him."

Ugh!

Thinking of this, Li Daozong sighed involuntarily, his brows were full of worry.

Lin Hao, who was far away, leaned over the table, with a frown, as if he had encountered some great difficulty.

He didn't know that he had already been quietly solved by others.

There are stacks of heavy official documents on the table, which are used for the sacrifice of the resurrection ceremony three days later.

Qin Yuyan was grinding with bare hands at the side, looking at the one she loved, with a weird look of not having half a catty of ink in her stomach, biting her pen and shaking her head, she chuckled again for no reason.

Lin Hao didn't bother to pay attention to this girl's teasing chuckle, and now he missed the "prime minister at home" Qin Wenwen very much. If he was here, why would he bother to wink at a bunch of people who care about him, and look like an enemy.

But no matter how difficult it is, Lin Hao still has no intention of slacking off. Whether it is his own people or the army, they are all his brothers and sisters, and he has never been perfunctory.

If there is no sacrifice of the predecessors, how can future generations enjoy the cool?

The resurrection ceremony must not only be done, but also done well, and done best, so as to live up to the underground heroic spirit.

Lin Hao thought for a moment, then picked up a pen and wrote.

"Wei Zhenguan for four years..."

The standard of the resurrection ceremony is no less than that of the surrender ceremony, and it is even worse than that. Except for the same venue, the high platform is built, and the soldiers of the army have to participate together.

In addition to the various red tapes and etiquettes, Lin Hao also specially found craftsmen in the city to carve a large number of nameplates out of wood, on which were written the names, hometowns, and military positions of the sacrificed soldiers.

There are rumors that after death, people are buried in the earth, and their souls return to their homeland. If they die in a foreign land, they will forget their previous names and do not know the way back to their hometowns, and it is difficult to be reincarnated as a human being.

Lin Hao didn't want the soldiers' bones to return home, and even their souls couldn't rest in peace.

Looking back from Qin Yuyan's gaze, there was a young man in white clothes instead of blue shirts, with one hand holding a pen and the other hand leaning over the table, his black hair was scattered casually, his willow eyebrows were slightly raised, he was really very chic.

If you accept the suggestion, you must do things. It is not the true character of an emperor to just say nothing, otherwise there will be no words like this.

Li Shimin was deeply aware of his intentions, and after restraining his emotions, he became more serious.

Li Daozong suffered a lot, in order to inquire about the news, he ran around the city all day long, his old legs were almost broken, but he had no choice but to bear what he said.

After two days of hard work, it would be a lie to say that he was not shocked. Li Daozong looked like a country man who had just entered the city for the first time. He stared at the grand altar in the distance, amazed again and again, and at the same time, his heart was complicated.

Aside from being in a remote area right now, it is not certain whether the resurrection ceremony can be held in a decent manner. Li Shimin planned to watch a joke this time, hoping that Lin Hao would make a fool of himself here, and then there would be another insincere You can comfort yourself by treating the reasons for the soldiers who died in battle.

But the altar in front of him is several times more exaggerated than the one held by the Ministry of Rites.

Although it is only made of ordinary stones, anyone who joins the army will inevitably be shaken by the quaint and desolate oncoming face, and will be in awe of it.

Death is not terrible, but oblivion is the most terrible thing!

As for whether anyone will be remembered by future generations after death, Lin Hao will tell the world, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty!  …

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135: I will kill you, but people's hearts can't stop me

Duoji is an authentic local man from a poor family. He usually makes a living by picking unique herbs in the desert, processing them and selling them to business travelers!

While taking care of the patient's mother, he also supported several younger siblings.

A man like him doesn't care about the separation and reunification of the general situation of the world, who is the emperor of today and tomorrow, and has no way to care.

Emperors and generals have the way of survival of emperors and generals, and ordinary people also have the way of life of ordinary people, that is, to live and do their best to survive.

When he was young, Dorje also had fantasies, hoping that one day he would be able to rely on his own efforts to get rid of his impoverished status, live a nourishing life as a master, and glorify his ancestors.

The ruthlessness of fate is that the more you want something, the harder it is to get it.

When Dorje grew up, he lost his illusions and was tortured by fate. In addition to cursing the absurd world and saying a few words to God, he began to carry a basket on his back and walk towards the desert, completely like a walking dead.

Later, I heard that there was going to be a war. The heavenly soldiers from Jiannan Road in the Tang Dynasty came to Tuyuhun and went straight to the capital. The people in the city were cheering.

Perhaps God was busy torturing people, but he forgot that no matter what, it is hard to smooth out the kindness in a man's heart. At the beginning of the war, Duoji went to the desert to find herbs as usual~.

But on the way, he met several Jian-Nan Dao soldiers who were seriously injured.

Although the kind-hearted man was afraid, he still carefully gave the herbs in his hand, the herbs for survival, to the soldiers of Jiannan Road to heal them.

The expected face-to-face denial did not happen. Several soldiers were grateful to Dade. When the Xianbei barbarians came after him, they used their lives to protect the man and gave back Duoji's herbal gift.

Duoji held a stone in his hand and gently placed it on the altar. His nose felt sour for no reason. The tall and burly man wanted to cry. The soldiers of Jiannan who did not know their names told Duoji a fact with their lives. , It's not that God doesn't close his eyes, it's just that there are times when he dozes off.

At least good people are rewarded with good rewards. Those who didn't believe it before, now mostly believe it.

On the high platform a few days ago, Master Lin in a green shirt told them from the bottom of his heart that this group of poor and lowly people called barbarians still remembered him, and Duoji cried a lot.

Later, the patriarch brought a school lieutenant to his home and sent a big bag of money to thank him for healing his soldiers. Duoji cried again.

Today is the third time I cried. When I heard that Master Lin wanted to find the people in the city and build the altar for the resurrection ceremony, Duoji came without any hesitation. It doesn’t matter if you don’t need wages. high up in the sky.

If it is said that in the past it was only because of the patriarch and the clan that he returned to Mr. Jiang Lin and Jiang Nandao!

So today, I have sincerely surrendered to Lord Lin without any distracting thoughts.

Duoji, who wiped away his tears, suddenly smiled, gently put the stone in his hand on the altar, and sang loudly while pulling his neck.

"White khata flutters and floats, horses on the ground run with the wind, there is a poor man immediately, where is home, ask the god with a smile..."

"The white khata flutters and flutters, the horses on the ground run with the wind, and there are poor people immediately..."

"The white khata flutters and floats, and the horses on the ground run with the wind..."

"..."

Small people in the market have never lacked the ability to entertain themselves, and self-entertainment is the only happiness they have survived.

In the distance, Li Shimin and Li Daozong listened to the simple singing and watched the people build altars, as if something was stirred in their hearts for no reason.

Sitting high on the attic, how can you know the shock of the scenery below.

Countless khatas flutter in the wind on the sky, and cattle and sheep occasionally appear in the green space in the distance, grazing quietly, everything is so peaceful and beautiful.

Everyone sang praises and expressed their wishes for a better life. What they sang in their mouths was what they wanted in their hearts.

Li Shimin's mood is very complicated at the moment, if Lin Hao is not rebellious, he is a rare talent.

Ugh!

Li Shimin sighed, saying nothing now, Lin Hao must die!

Even if the will of the people!

I will kill you!

The scenery you see is different depending on where you are. In Li Shimin's eyes, Lin Hao's public voice has risen, surpassing him, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, at least in the capital of Tuyuhun.

If it goes on for a long time, and one day Lin Hao takes over the Central Plains, what should he do?

Li Shimin didn't dare to gamble, let alone afford to gamble, even if he killed a thousand by mistake, he would never let Lin Hao go.

But in Li Daozong's eyes, he felt that this son was not simple, but he caught a glimpse of the killing intent in the eyes of the emperor's brother, and knew that his mind was determined, so he could only sigh, hoping that after the resurrection ceremony, the emperor's brother could change his mind. .

Ah owe!

Lin Hao, who was busy writing, sneezed for no reason, rubbed his nose with his hand, and saw a lot of things waiting to be dealt with, so he stopped thinking and continued to work hard.

Qin Yuyan walked into the room lightly. She wanted to scare Mr. Lin who was in front of the desk, but she raised her head and smiled and said, "You little girl, come to disturb me again!"

Qin Yuyan smiled mischievously, came to sit down beside Lin Hao, and said, "Isn't it because you are tired?"

"How about it, let's go out for a walk together and see how other things are going by the way."

"Are there any places that we, Mr. Lin, need to point out?"

"Maybe you have an inspiration!"

Lin Hao thought about it again, and felt that he hadn't been able to go out for a long time, so he stood up and led Qin Yuyan out of the palace.

 …  

The two came to the altar all the way, and the people along the way were overjoyed. They shouted one by one, Master Lin, or Saint Lin, and Lin Hao responded with a smile one by one, just like meeting neighbors in Guan County.

Li Shimin and Li Shimin were about to turn around and leave, but there was a noise in the distance, which made them pause.

Then Lin Hao's warm smiling face fell into the eyes of Li Shimin who was gnashing his teeth, no matter how he looked at it, he hated it.

Li Shimin's originally slightly calm heart was provoked by Lin Hao who hadn't seen him for a few days, as if the enemy's road was narrow.

He scolded indignantly: "This rebellious minister and traitor is really proud of his spring breeze!"

Li Daozong next to him didn't know whether to laugh or cry, luckily he didn't meet face to face, otherwise he wondered if His Majesty would directly draw his sword to face each other.

Out of sight, out of mind, Li Shimin turned around and was about to leave, but saw those people kneeling down in front of the altar, shouting loudly,

"Long live Master Lin!"

"Long live Master Lin!"

"Long live Master Lin!"

"..."

Li Shimin almost fell to the ground unsteadily, and the little favor he felt for Lin Hao as a talent suddenly disappeared, and he clenched his fists angrily and growled,

"Crazy ministers and thieves!"

"I will kill you!"

"The hearts of the people can't keep you!"

"I said so!"

Li Daozong looked up at the sky with twitching corners of his mouth, his eyes were mournful like a widow's, as if he was complaining about the sky.

Do you have to bring these two people together?  …

(Seek full order, ask for flowers, ask for evaluation, ask for support, thank you) Bu.

136: Soldiers, go home [Seek full order]

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you wouldn't be able to understand the shock brought by the simple and desolate altar!

At this moment, Lin Hao is standing in front of this giant monster!

The steps of the altar are [-]% high, taking the number of nine extremes, and built layer by layer. In the distance is the peaceful place for soldiers, facing the altar.

As always, the square adopts wooden pillars and hangs pure white hada to guide the underground heroic spirits to return home with the most sacred colors.