Three days is enough time for a piece of news to spread wide and deep enough within the Jingshi. For such a grand event, almost all of the people in Beijing are looking forward to it. In particular, when the White Pole Army escorted four hundred and ninety-three Jurchen Tartars on the evening of the second day, and many of the heads, it was even more sensational.

"You know what? Originally, these captives were to be escorted to Yongping to rebuild their homes. But the emperor specially issued an order this time, saying that he would take these captives to pay tribute to the martyrs of the Ming Dynasty! A well-informed person said aloud what he had heard, and immediately attracted a large number of people.

Liu Laosan was also one of these people, and confirmed in surprise: "Is it really? In this way, those Ming martyrs have knowledge under the spring, and they can be regarded as smiling Jiuquan. Four hundred and ninety-three Jurchen Tartars, what a lot! ”

"If it weren't for the deaths on the way, they would be in their early 500s!" The well-informed person despised it, and then broke the news.

An older man shook his head and sighed, "It's really rare! As far as the Jurchen Tartars are concerned, it seems that Mao Shuai has offered some in the past. In the old man's impression, there is nothing else! ”

used to be Mao rebel and a sinner, even if the people sympathized with Mao Wenlong, they didn't dare to talk about it publicly. But at this time, the imperial court's will to rehabilitate Mao Wenlong had also been made public, and these people openly discussed it without the slightest scruples. Even because they hated Yuan Chonghuan, they sympathized with Mao Wenlong even more by the way.

When the others heard this, they all remembered the past and couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing this, Liu Laosan opened his mouth and started the topic and said, "I haven't heard of any big battles these days!" How did these Jurchen Tartars get captured by the White Pole Army? It's still captured, this is a great achievement! ”

"As soon as you say this, I can't help but be furious!" When the well-informed person heard this, he immediately said angrily, "These Jurchen Tartars came to Zhangjiakou and Jin merchants to urge food and supplies, but they don't know that those damned Jin merchants have been exterminated by the emperor and the nine clans have been pretended to be Jin merchants by the white pole army, so they can catch so many Jurchen Tartars at once!" ”

As soon as they heard this, all of a sudden, these people were furious, and they couldn't help but scold those dead Jin merchants, and took out the eighteenth generation ancestors of those Jin merchants and talked about them again.

After a long while, it seemed that the scolding was comfortable, and the well-informed person said: "According to unreliable sources, the White Pole Army has made such a great contribution, and our only female general in the Ming Dynasty is about to be knighted!" ”

"Wow, that's amazing!" When Liu Laosan heard this, he couldn't help but be surprised, just a girl, she was knighted by her military exploits, which was really embarrassing for many generals of the Ming Dynasty.

Others are also emotional, or the news here is very strong, many people surround one after another, gathering more and more, and then the news is repeatedly mentioned and quickly spread.

Time passed in a flash, the day of the ceremony came, and in the early hours of the morning, the curfew had just ended. The people of Jingshi actually rushed out of their homes one after another, as if they had been waiting at home for a long time, waiting for the curfew to end, and they couldn't wait to go out.

If you look at it from the sky above Jingshi, countless heads suddenly emerge from the house, converge into countless streams in the streets and alleys, and then converge into a river, and crowd into Fengtianmen Square.

Such a scale was unexpected by the government, so that it did not send soldiers to maintain order at the first time. But fortunately, almost all the people did not lose order because of the large number of people, and there were collisions, fights and even riots.

Everyone's face was solemn and calm, as if they were participating in something very important for them. Or maybe it's a pilgrimage!

It didn't take long for Fengtianmen Square to be full of people. Those who arrived late were on both sides of the street leading to Fengtianmen Square. Because they know that the ashes tokens of those Ming martyrs will be sent from the military department to the Ming Martyrs' Hall.

Before the ceremony began, the people in the square looked at the Ming Martyrs' Hall. They were curious about this magnificent palace, which was built with cement specially invented by the emperor.

The first feeling given to them is that it is magnificent, spectacular, novel and solemn. After letting them see it, they couldn't help but feel that this Daming Martyrs' Hall was the best palace in Daming except for the palace.

At this moment, the men and horses of the Five Cities Terracotta Division finally arrived, and the leading Qianhu was sweating, but seeing that the square was in order, he couldn't help but wipe his sweat and hurriedly let his subordinates stand guard in the realm.

It didn't take long for the Jinyi army to come out of Fengtianmen and deploy around the Martyrs' Hall. When the people who were watching saw it, they knew that the ceremony was about to begin. Suddenly, one by one became excited, I don't know what this ceremony will be like!

They waited for a while, only to see many people coming out of the Fengtian Gate again. After looking closely, these people in Beijing found that it was Shoufu Wen Tiren who led the two columns of civil and military officials on the left and right.

Every official wore a formal court dress and looked very solemn. Their faces are also very solemn, even if they have other thoughts in their hearts, but in the public court, they must also be solemn. In this way, the solemn atmosphere in Fengtianmen Square was suddenly raised to a higher level.

Suddenly, on the tower of the city gate, three empty cannons sounded "boom, boom", and then a very sharp voice sounded: "The emperor has arrived!" ”

Suddenly, Shoufu Wen Tiren led the civil and military officials to face the Fengtian Gate and bow to the holy car. The people watching the ceremony in the square knelt down one after another to greet them.

The royal road guarded by the Jinyi pro-army did not lead in a straight line from Fengtianmen to the door of the Loyal Martyrs' Hall, but in an arc.

Regarding this, at that time, Wen Tiren and the officials of the Ministry of Etiquette believed that it should be a straight line, and the emperor was the son of heaven, so he didn't need to go out to greet him, and it was already high enough to be courteous enough for the first assistant. However, none of them expected that Emperor Chongzhen was very persistent, so they were helpless, and in the end they could only do this.

Under the expectation of everyone, Emperor Chongzhen appeared. This time, he did not wear gold helmets and armor again, nor did he ride a horse, but appeared according to official etiquette. But it didn't cover it, and the curtains were rolled up, so that he could see outside, and he could be seen outside.

As soon as Emperor Chongzhen came out of Fengtianmen, he began to hear the system emit a continuous "ding" prompt sound, in the lower left corner of the chat group, the achievement value number kept refreshing, and the single digit was almost unclear, only ten digits could see numbers such as 12345, like a stopwatch beating.

For such a growth rate of achievement value, Emperor Chongzhen is still satisfied. He thought to himself, isn't it just 200,000 achievement points, and it will be soon!

Before and after the royal car came to the Daming Martyrs' Hall, Emperor Chongzhen stood on the side of the platform where a vertical pole was located, facing the civil and military officials, and solemnly announced the start of the ceremony.