After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

The young emperor's happiness did not last until evening, because the imperial envoy arrived at the palace gate asking for a meeting.

On such a sensitive night, countless eyes were staring at the imperial envoy.

The young emperor felt an inexplicable sense of uneasiness in his heart, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

The young emperor hesitated for half an incense stick of time, and finally did not summon the imperial envoy. Instead, he sent a palace servant to tell the imperial envoy that if there was anything, they could discuss it at the morning court tomorrow.

The next day, there were an unusually large number of civil and military officials who attended the morning court, and almost no one asked for leave.

After everyone completed the process, they all looked at the imperial envoy eagerly.

The imperial envoy's back was covered with cold sweat. It was really terrifying. He had originally planned to tell His Majesty this news in private!

"What's going on?"

The imperial envoy stepped out of the line, knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and did not dare to look at anyone else: "Your Majesty, He Yunyan has been dismissed from office."

and then?

It is impossible for the imperial envoy to kneel at the palace gate in the middle of the night just to talk about this matter.

The imperial envoy swallowed his saliva, closed his eyes, and said quickly: "It just so happens that Duke Yun came to Shuozhou to do business. After learning about this, he invited He Yunyan to serve as the Sima of Yunzhou."

"I'll be a good boy!"

"Oh my god!"

"As expected of the Duke of Yun!"

The civil and military officials finally understood why the imperial envoy went to talk about this matter in the middle of the night.

This slap is a loud slap.

The sound of applause could be heard thousands of miles away.

An official looked up and secretly observed the official's expression.

The official's face turned red and blue, and his lips kept trembling, obviously he was very angry.

The corners of Master Tong's mouth curled up high, and he couldn't suppress it. He knew that Gu Nanxi was definitely not someone who would swallow his anger!

Seeing that the court was in chaos, with senior officials whispering to each other without caring about their image, Lord Li coughed twice, and after the court gradually quieted down, he asked the question that concerned him most.

"What is Duke Yun doing in Shuozhou?"

After working together for so many years, many officials could guess that Lord Li was worried that Duke Yun would do something, so they all turned their attention to the imperial envoy.

"I went to ask for food."

After hearing this, everyone felt relieved.

I almost forgot that Yunzhou is short of food! Duke Yun is already so exhausted that he definitely doesn't have the energy to do anything else.

The young official felt relieved when he heard this.

A lot of food was transported to Kyoto. Even if Gu Nanxi wanted to do something, she couldn't afford to support so many soldiers!

She has to suffer this loss even if she doesn't want to!

She has to swallow this anger even if she doesn't want to!

However, this morning court was not destined to be a peaceful one.

Military intelligence from Shuozhou came from eight hundred miles away: "Report! Duke Yun..."

……

At Yunzhou Post Station, He Yunyan slept until dawn.

"What happened? Why is it so noisy outside?"

He Yunyan opened the window and saw people coming and going on the street, each with a very sad look on their face.

The atmosphere was so heavy that all of He Yunyan's good mood was swept away. Her heart was beating fast. What was going on?

The staff knocked on the door and came in, preparing to tie a white cloth on He Yunyan's arm.

He Yunyan's scalp tingled and she quickly dodged: "What are you doing? Who in my family is in trouble?"

The aide also had a white cloth tied around his shoulders and a hemp rope tied around his waist: "Lord Wang Buxi just came and saw that you were sleeping, so he didn't disturb you. Yunzhou is preparing to hold a memorial ceremony."

"Memorial?!"

The staff member's expression was also very solemn, without a smile: "The Yunzhou army on the grassland has basically returned one after another. I heard from Lord Wang that the 30,000 deserters of the Right Wise King were all annihilated, and no one of the Tartars, young or old, was left alive."

"The remaining Tartars were also blocked in Xixia and dared not come out. Except for General Gu Hai and the Gu family army, all the Yunzhou troops have returned. Duke Yun said that they would not wait for the Gu family army and would hold a memorial ceremony in the next two days to commemorate all the Yunzhou people who died in this war."

He Yunyan was silent for a moment, then took the hemp rope and wrapped it around her waist.

As soon as the two received the notification from the person sent by Wang Buxi, they immediately rushed to the meeting place.

When they arrived at the center of Fuming Town, they saw a coffin placed in the square, and Duke Yun was actually wearing a linen robe and a mourning hat, in the rites of mourning!

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that there are five mourning mourning mournings in funerals, which are: mourning mourning, mourning mourning, great mourning mourning, small mourning mourning, and mourning mourning mourning.

The princes are the emperor, the ministers are the monarchs, the men and unmarried girls are the fathers, the eldest grandson is the grandfather, and the wives and concubines are the husbands. They all wear mourning clothes for three years.

He Yunyan was stunned and asked, "Who is in this coffin?"

Wang Buxi, who happened to be passing by, also wore white mourning clothes and replied, "Old Man Cui from Yegouzi Village, Woye Town."

"Who is he?"

"His wife died early, and he had seven sons and three daughters. All seven sons joined the Yunzhou Army, fought bravely, and unfortunately died in battle. The eldest daughter joined the women's army and died in the battle to defend the city. The second daughter was shot in the chest and died after killing a Tartar in the street fighting. The third daughter held explosives to defend the city after the Tartars entered the city."

On the day Gu Nanxi returned, the seriously injured Old Man Cui held Gu Nanxi's hand and passed away peacefully.

He Yunyan let out a long sigh, followed Wang Buxi consciously, and joined the long funeral procession.

This funeral is not just for Old Man Cui, but for all the people of Yunzhou who sacrificed their lives!

The surviving family members wore sackcloth. Those who could find the body carried the coffin, while those who could not find the body stuffed the remains into a box and held it in their arms.

Too many people died in Yunzhou. Even if the people in the coffin shop worked overtime, they could not make so many coffins.

But people must rest in peace at last.

Following a suona sound that reached the sky, Su Yunyan, who was also in mourning, threw the clay basin for burning paper heavily to the ground!

This is what filial sons of the deceased should do, smashing the pot! It means to sever earthly ties and send the deceased on his way.

The clay basin was smashed to pieces, and countless paper money flew all over the sky.

The person in charge shouted at the top of his voice: "Carry the coffin!"

Gu Nanxi was the first to lead the group, followed by Wang Buxi at the other end, followed by Yan Tongchu who had just recovered from a serious illness, Qin Bohuai who had just returned, and Guo Xiaoyue who was catching up...

All the high-ranking officials in Yunzhou carried the coffin for Old Man Cui!

Su Yunyan walked in front holding the spirit tablet, and the crying behind her was shaking.

The funeral procession did not choose to leave the city through the intact north gate, but chose to go through the west gate.

When passing the west city gate, a strong wind blew the spirit flags whistling, and yellow sand filled the sky, making it impossible for people to see the road clearly.

The strong wind blew through the broken city gate, making a whistling sound that was extremely shrill, as if the dead who had passed away were also crying.

Dark clouds are gathering over the city, and a storm is coming.

"My fellow countrymen! I am here to take you home! You are all heroes of our Yunzhou! As long as we Yunzhou people are here, you will enjoy our sacrifices for generations!"

As soon as Gu Nanxi finished speaking, the dark clouds suddenly dispersed, the strong wind stopped, and the sky became clear and the wind was gentle.

The retired soldiers who were attending the funeral suddenly let out heart-wrenching cries.

"My son! My son!"

"Sister! I will bury you in peace!"