There was a lot of crying in the palace, and these veteran military princes who were born in Huaixi and had never frowned during their lifetime of killing and setting fires shed tears all over the floor.

While crying, the old man sat beside Tang He sullenly, his reddish eyes always falling on Tang He and refusing to leave for a long time.

The moment he stepped into the palace, Zhu Yunxi suddenly understood why Tang He insisted on sending his granddaughter to the palace!

Once you enter the palace, the palace is as deep as the sea. Who would be willing to let their daughter in their eyes become a canary?

Furthermore, why at this time?

Knowing that his time had come, he turned his marriage to the royal family into a happy event for the royal family and the entire founding noble group.

He is a good brother and a good minister of the old man. He knows that the old man has killed many people over the years, but he does not dare to dissuade him. He knows how many of the nobles have had leverage in the hands of the old man, and they might one day become

Death Talisman. He knew that behind the seemingly harmonious atmosphere, the old man was getting old and his defense against these old brothers was getting deeper and deeper.

He wanted to use this marriage to awaken the decades of life-and-death friendship between the two parties.

The heroes who founded the Ming Dynasty were different from those in previous dynasties. The old man took 24 people to set up a new branch in Guo Zixing and returned to his hometown to recruit soldiers and horses. These people all fought side by side to kill the enemy, advancing and retreating together, breaking bones and connecting tendons.

good brother.

No wonder, the old man said in Tang He’s ear before the ceremony started. We are old and can’t remember many things!

Zhu Yunxi quickly entered the palace and walked to the old man's side.

"Grandpa Huang, please express my condolences!" He held the old man's hand, "The old prince is over seventy years old and has passed away. You can't be happy or sad!"

The old man slowly came back to his senses and gave a wry smile, "Indeed, he never died on the battlefield or by a sword in his life. He died of a serious illness at the age of seventy, which is considered a complete success!"

As he spoke, the old man slowly stood up and gently closed Monk Tang's slightly slit eyes.

"Big Mouth, let's go! Don't worry about things you shouldn't worry about, we are here!"

After the old man finished speaking, the cry in the palace became even louder. The silver-haired Song Guogong covered his face with his sleeves and his shoulders shook.

Old Marquis Zhang Long couldn't help but beat the ground, tears streaming down his face.

Cao Zhen, who was usually as rough as a knife, opened his mouth wide and let tears fall down.

As a person, Tang He did not have the merits of Xu Da or the fierceness of Chang Yuchun, but his popularity was the best among the six founding princes. He would always be on the warrior's side.

"Howl like a bird!"

Suddenly, the old man roared, and the hall gradually fell silent.

The old man held the golden cup, looked around, and said with a wry smile, "You killers, many of your brothers have been cut into several pieces before, but I haven't seen you crying. What's wrong today? You're crying like a baby in confinement!"

"We know, you can see your brother being chopped to death, but you can't see your good brother die of illness! Haha, when we broke down the door and fought together, everyone said, damn it, today or tomorrow, with his head stuck in the waistband of his pants

Go ahead, live one day at a time."

"We also say that a good man should die on the battlefield, not in a hospital bed! No matter what happens, he should die in the arms of a woman, that's what makes a man!"

As he spoke, the old man filled the gold cup in his hand with wine.

"Actually, who is willing to die in battle, who is willing to not even have a whole body in the capital, who is willing to not know what's going on today! It's just us people who are lying to ourselves!"

"Seventy years of life are rare, and Tang He is a blessed man. In his life, he has done many bad things and killed many people, but he can live a long life. He can be by your old brothers' side and watch his younger generations rise and fall.

Close your eyes and you will be blessed!"

"When we first joined the army, he already had a thousand households in Haozhou. Damn it, when we went to Haozhou City and saw him, he was so loud and rich! He lived in the big house of the former county magistrate, and there was the county magistrate in his bed.

My daughter and concubine are white, tender and juicy than spring onions!"

"Haha!" In the palace, the weeping veterans cried and laughed.

"After that, he followed us in the north and south, conquered cities and territories, robbed a lot of money, and made his family rich!"

"He is worth it in this life!"

"Just now our eldest grandson told us that dying at the age of seventy is a sign of mourning! Yes, he died at the age of seventy, so there is nothing to cry about! Little ones, stop howling. When we conquer the world, restrain ourselves.

The corpses of brothers who died in battle are all smiling. Now, don’t fucking cry!”

"Come, drink this cup with us and make sure you have a big mouth!"

With a bang, all the veterans in the palace stood up and raised their golden cups.

"This glass of wine is for the big mouth!" The old man tilted the golden cup, and the clear wine slowly spilled to the ground.

Then he filled it up again and shouted, "Let's go on the road with peace of mind!"

"Go on your journey with peace of mind!" All the honorable men shouted along.

"Done!" The old man raised his head, filled a large glass of strong wine, and drank it all without missing a trace.

"It's done!" All the distinguished veterans also drank.

With a bang, the old Marquis Zhang Long suddenly slammed down the gold cup in his hand.

"What are you doing?" the old man glared.

"I, I was confused just now!" Zhang Long said quickly, "I thought His Majesty chose the death squad!"

"Hahahaha!" There was a burst of laughter in the hall.

"The world is at peace, there is no need for death squads!" the old man said again, "Today's wealth is hard-earned, you must cherish it. Live a good life and enjoy yourself in the future!"

With that said, the old man turned around and looked at Tang He again, "Grandson!"

"My grandson is here!" Zhu Yunxi said loudly.

"Tang He, although we started the army at the end of the year, we have been loyal and loyal for decades and never slackened off. We posthumously named Tang He the King of Dongou, with the posthumous title of Xiangwu!"

"The Tang family gave me an iron scroll, and there is no need to take it back. It is not a serious crime of treason, and three generations of descendants will be spared the death penalty!"

"Open the inner treasury and reward 30,000 pieces of silver, 5,000 pieces of cloth, and 1,000 pieces of silk, for mourning purposes.

"His funeral must be done with splendor! He placed a golden nanmu coffin in his hands and sent court officials to escort the coffin back to his hometown and bury it next to the imperial mausoleum. He was buried in the royal mausoleum with a shrine, and Liu Sanwu, the great scholar of Wuying Palace, was ordered to do so.

, Hanlin scholar Fang Xiaoru carved a monument of merit for him!"

"If you set up a temple or a bright tower, the burial objects may not be exquisite and rich!"

"In addition, five hundred people will be sent to guard the mausoleum to guard Tang He's mausoleum for generations!"

Not to mention the veterans in the palace, even Zhu Yunxi was a little surprised by such a large reward.

This reward is a treatment that Xu Da, Chang Yuchun and others have not received.

"Grandpa Huang, don't worry, your grandson will definitely handle it well!"

The old man nodded and waved his hand weakly, "We are tired, let's disperse!"

The old ministers in the palace stood up and knelt down to worship. They reluctantly took another look at Tang He's body, then covered their faces and disappeared.

At this time, Pu Bucheng commanded a group of palace people to gently lift Tang He's body, dress it up, and send it out of the palace.

Outside the palace, Tang He's children and grandchildren had long since burst into tears and could not help themselves.

"Grandpa Huang!" Zhu Yunxi saw something was wrong with the old man's expression, so he stepped forward to comfort him, "You..."

"We are fine!" The old man put his hands behind his back, walked to the side hall and sat down, and said with a forced smile, "Today was supposed to be your big day, but this happened!"

"Birth, old age, illness and death are common occurrences. How can my grandson care?" Zhu Yunxi leaned over and gently beat the old man's legs.

"Hey, another one dies!" The old man sighed, "It would be fine if I didn't watch him die, but if I did, I would feel bad!"

"I thought I had ignored everything in my life, but I realized when I was old that we were not that strong!" The old man continued with a wry smile, "When your father was alive, he said that we were cruel. But he didn't know what was going on in our hearts.

If everyone was like Tang He, we wouldn’t want to kill so many people!”

As he said that, the old man seemed really tired and closed his eyes and said, "You can go too, you are very happy today, so go back quickly! You can handle Tang He's funeral tomorrow morning!"

"Will your grandson stay with you again?"

"No, let's go! We want to be alone!"

Zhu Yunxi stood up and glanced at Pu Bucheng who was waiting next to him. The latter nodded slightly before exiting quietly.

After walking out of the palace, Zhu Yunxi casually ordered, "Go and ask Li Jinglong to come over!"

After waiting for a while, Li Jinglong rushed to the imperial garden and knelt down to worship.

"Gong Xinguo has left, and I plan to ask you to serve as the funeral ambassador and return to Fengyang to handle the funeral!" Zhu Yunxi said while sitting in the pavilion.
Chapter completed!