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Chapter 1192 He is alive!

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    This idea suddenly came to me.

    Fang Jifan¡¯s heart skipped a beat.

    ¡°Before, he had never believed this fact.

    Now, looking at this huge team, countless people are wearing auspicious clothes, and everyone has a sad look on their face.

    The holy driver quickly passed through the royal road.

    Around him, there were many civil and military officials, all with their heads lowered.

    I have to say that although Fang Jifan is not that good, his father Fang Jinglong is still a loyal and upright person with many military honors. I can't help crying when I miss some of the early days. I have no choice but to be supported by others.  Standing, stumbling.

    Most of the civil servants lamented that they did not have much dealings with Xinjin County Prince, but Xinjin County Prince was still worthy of their admiration.

    People sighed and sighed.

    Several disciples of Fang Jifan were also in the queue.

    Wang Shouren and others all had tears in their eyes. They followed Fang Jifan step by step and couldn't help but lose their voices.

    Fang Jifan¡¯s pace became slower and slower, and he felt that the world in front of him also became slower.

    Peopleare going to die.

    When you die, there is nothing, everything disappears, and all that is left is a trace of thoughts for your loved ones.

    It¡¯s just that these thoughts are too much.

    Countless memories, like a revolving lantern, poured into my heart.

    ¡°My son is handsome!¡±

    "Sir, my father has a bold idea."

    "Son, don't be afraid"

    Fang Jifan tilted his head and couldn't help but close his eyelashes. When he opened them, they were already soaked.

    Fang Jifan cried.

    At this time, a hand reached out and grabbed Fang Jifan.

    Zhu Houzhao walked side by side with him. He opened his mouth to say something happy, but found something stuck in his throat.

    He sighed and patted Fang Jifan on the shoulder.

    "We will take revenge." It took a long time for Zhu Houzhao to hold back a sentence.

    Seeing that Fang Jifan didn¡¯t respond, he just staggered, covering his face and crying loudly.

    Zhu Houzhao tilted his head, not knowing what to say. He suppressed his blush and said after a long time: "Old Fang, are you hungry?"

    Walking behind Zhu Houzhao was Xie Qian, the cabinet scholar. Xie Qian sighed in his heart and couldn't help thinking that it seems that the Duke of Qi still has a heart and lungs. He also has sad moments. It's a pity, it's a pity.

    ¡°Wait until you hear Zhu Houzhao ask, are you hungry?¡±

    Xie Qian: ""

    This time, it was Xie Qian's turn to start doubting life. He suddenly felt even more sad. Our ancestors of the Ming Dynasty, please open your eyes and look at the current prince

    Countless imperial guards, from the Daming Gate to the Imperial Ancestral Temple, stand guard every three steps and sentry every five steps, extending to the end of the royal road.

    The British Duke Zhang Mao had already arrived at the Imperial Ancestral Temple, waiting for the Holy Emperor.

    As soon as the Holy Emperor arrived, he brought various officials to pick him up, saluted the dejected Emperor Hongzhi, and led Emperor Hongzhi to the Xiangdian Hall.

    In this Hall of Enjoyment, the emperors of the Ming Dynasty are displayed.

    Emperor Hongzhi paid homage to his ancestors, bowed three times, prayed, and burned incense. Looking at the dazzling array of shrines, Emperor Hongzhi felt a little sad in his heart. He raised his head and looked at the curling green smoke in the Hall of Enjoyment.  I didn't realize I was crazy.

    The Han family was unlucky, surrounded by tigers and wolves, China was in ruins, the Central Plains was in chaos, and foreign races took over. From then on, the Chinese bloodline was almost extinct.

    Emperor Taizu Gao, in support of great righteousness, expelled the Tartars, the world returned to its heart, the sun and the moon regained their brightness, and the rivers and mountains were rebuilt.

    From then on, successive generations of descendants, either openly or secretly, rightly or wrongly, until I inherited the throne, now, one hundred and forty years have passed. When Emperor Hongzhi thought of this place, he couldn't help but think, for one hundred and forty years, the sun and the moon have been covered with dust. These dusts  , I will definitely clean it up so that my ancestors will not be shamed by it.

    Wearing a royal robe, he moved clumsily. After another ceremony, he led hundreds of officials to the East Wing Hall. In the East Wing Hall, incense was flourishing. Emperor Hongzhi's eyes fell on Fang Jinglong's throne.

    On top of the divine throne is Fang Jinglong¡¯s portrait.

    He looked up, feeling sad.

    We are all old.

    But the loyal soul of the Xinjin County King has passed away. I think he must be listed next to the heroic spirits of his ancestors.

    The ceremony officer began to recite the sacrificial rites.

    Every word and sentence in the memorial text was approved word for word by the Hanlin Academy, the cabinet, and even the emperor himself.

    thisHe hurriedly took a few steps forward and gently shook Liu Jian, who was being supported by the eunuch.

    Liu Jian was in pain and looked back with difficulty.

    Li Dongyang then tiptoed the scroll into Liu Jian's hand.

    Liu Jian slowly raised his hand and opened the scroll.

    This look

    He was confused.

    Like being struck by lightning.

    A face full of tears suddenly became funny.

    He seemed to think he had made a mistake.

    So, I quickly wiped the old tears from my eyes and looked at it intently.

    At this sight my body trembled again.

    The eunuch who was standing aside, supporting Liu Jian, glanced at the scroll secretly, as if he had seen a ghost, and opened his mouth to scream, but Li Dongyang, with quick eyes and quick hands, covered him.

    At this time, the two cabinet ministers, who usually pride themselves on being steady, were both confused.

    You look at me, I look at you.

    After a long time, Liu Jiancai whispered: "Why are you alive again? Is this newsreliable?"

    "Why is it unreliable? Even if it was sent from Huanghuangzhou, I don't know why it suddenly came to life. Mr. Liu, what can be done now that the matter has come to this?"

    "Naihe naihe" Liu Jian didn't know whether to cry or laugh. He suddenly said: "Where is my son, where is my son"

    He only glanced at the scroll, but didn't see anything real. He only knew that someone was alive. He was shocked at that time and didn't care to continue reading.

    With trembling hands, he continued to pick up the paper, but he saw what was said at the back: Although Xinjin suffered heavy losses and many casualties, fortunately, medical students rescued countless people.

    There are countless living people

    ¡°In this way¡­the chances of my son¡¯s survival have greatly increased.

    How pitiful God is

    Liu Jian couldn't help it anymore and burst into tears. He held the scroll tightly.

    But he found that Li Dongyang was looking at him anxiously.

    Liu Jian clearly realized that now is not the time to be happy. What should we do about this matter now?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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