Opening game, American Tycoon

After all, I still haven't been able to see the last side.

After arriving at the Army General Hospital, before he could rush upstairs, Emperor Zhu learned from the doctor that Prime Minister Zuo had left.

Standing in front of the elevator, looking at the elevator door, Emperor Zhu did not take that step, at this moment his heart seemed a little heavy.

Prime Minister left.

For tens of seconds, Fang Zhanbo could see His Majesty's expression becoming a little dazed.

"His Majesty……"

Fang Zhanbo called the Prime Minister softly.

But Emperor Zhu, who was immersed in memories, didn't hear his voice, and just recalled the past in a trance.

More than ten years ago, Prime Minister Zuo asked himself to be an official and set the term of prime minister of the empire. Originally, Emperor Zhu had planned to appoint him, but he was still not employed after all. Zuo Zongtang took it easy. , There are also fishing, playing chess or talking about various things.

After the war broke out, Prime Minister Zuo, as the first prime minister of the empire, regardless of his old age, traveled by train to all parts of the country, gave speeches at city halls, held funeral ceremonies for the fallen soldiers, condolences to the survivors of the soldiers, condolences to the wounded, He backed himself up with his actions in every possible way.

As an official minister, Zuo Zongtang has done what many people have never done.

Zuo Qing never betrayed the country or me for a day, but what about himself?

Emperor Zhu let out a long sigh, but looked disappointed.

A few minutes later, Emperor Zhu came to the ward, Zuo Xiaoxun and others got up to salute, he said.

"Xiaowei hasn't come back yet?"

Zuo Xiaowei is the eldest son of Zuo Zongtang, and he is also the Minister of the Ministry of the Interior of the Empire. Recently, he has been on a business trip in Peru. After all, as a newly merged country, Peru always needs people to stay permanently to suppress it, and the Ministry of the Interior is the Ministry of the Executive Yuan. , the only strong department.

"Your Majesty, brother is rushing back from Peru."

Nodding his head, Emperor Zhu said to the chief attendant again.

"Call the Admiralty and ask Xiaotong to come back,"

Xiaotong is the fourth child of the Zuo family, and he is serving in the army. Because it is a time of war, all soldiers cancel their vacations, even if their parents die.But as an emperor, Emperor Zhu can naturally open a back door.

"Your Majesty, my father gave an order before he died that Xiao Kuan and Xiao Tong are both serving in the army. During this battle, state affairs should be the most important thing."

Hearing Zuo Xiaoxun's words, Emperor Zhu couldn't help but let out a long sigh, then nodded.

"Follow the left..."

After a pause, Emperor Zhu said.

"Follow Zuo Wenzheng's last words!"

As soon as his words fell, Zuo Xiaoxun excitedly bowed to the company commander to thank him.

The phrase "Zuo Wenzheng" established Zuo Zongtang's posthumous title.Since the Tang Dynasty, when literati became officials, they dreamed of obtaining a posthumous title, that is, Wenzheng.As the supreme ruler, the emperor would not easily give this posthumous title to others.In history, most of the people who received the posthumous title of Wenzheng were admired by literati at that time, such as Fan Zhongyan, Fang Xiaoru, Li Dongyang and others.

There were only five people in the Ming Dynasty who received this posthumous title, and in the two hundred years of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, only five people received this posthumous title. As for the Ming Dynasty... Zuo Zongtang is No. 1.

Just looking at this posthumous title is enough to prove how much the emperor valued Zuo Zongtang.How could the Zuo family not be excited?This is the highest honor for a civil servant.

Not only that, after returning to the palace, when Emperor Zhu issued a decree to bestow posthumous titles, he also allowed him to have a state funeral to show his favor.

It is extremely rare in the past and present to be so mournful and glorious after death, and the emperor's kindness is so great.

On July 21st, the sky was overcast, the air was slightly cooler, and the refreshing cool wind was blowing.In the old house of Zuo's family in the southern suburbs of Yingtian, white wreaths were lined up on the street.Two rows of guards of honor from the three armed forces, with shiny steel helmets on their heads and rifles in their hands, stood outside the gate on the left and right.

The traffic on the street has been cut off. Occasionally, one or two black official cars will drive in slowly. Today is the national funeral day of the old Zuo Wenzheng.

At around [-]:[-] in the morning, mourning and music were playing in the mourning hall. It was already the time of enlightenment. The crowd at the entrance of the funeral parlor separated into two sides. The army guard of honor raised their swords and guns. When it was moved out, the spiritual ark was covered with a Sun and Moon flag of Ming Dynasty.

A guard of honor car drove out long ago and stopped at the gate of the funeral home. A flag soldier stood on it, holding a national flag in his hand to lead the team, and then six horses pulled the cannon carriage.

When the soldiers of honor came out carrying the coffin, Crown Prince Zhu Youlin stood aside and watched the soldiers of honor. He came on behalf of his father, and beside him stood a group of officials who came to deliver the funeral.

As soon as the coffin was put on the cannon carriage, the master came to the crown prince and said.

"Your Highness, you can get in the car."

Nodding slightly, after Zhu Youlin got into the car, the officials who came to send the funeral also stepped into their cars one after another. There was a long queue of black government cars lined up on the street.

The police and gendarmerie who maintained the traffic were all blowing whistles at the street entrance to direct the vehicles and guests from all walks of life who came to see them off.

A few minutes later, the hearse started. The horse-drawn hearse was not fast. In the funeral procession, it turned to Suhang Road at once. At the intersection, there was a tall archway made of pine branches. Zuo Wenzheng's funeral" in large characters.When the hearse passed through the archway, there was a troop by the side of the road. They might be going to the pier and were about to go to the front line in Europe. Hundreds of cars were parked on the side of the road, and thousands of officers and soldiers stood in front of the cars. password.

"salute!"

The soldiers of the whole army turned their heads suddenly, and paid their attention to the hearse. With the sound of the horse's hooves, they slowly moved their eyes.

The soldiers did not continue their journey until the convoy left.

After the slow-moving convoy entered Suzaku Avenue, the streets were already crowded with citizens who came to mourn.Seeing the hearse arrive, a group of old men squeezed forward from the crowd and knelt down to the hearse. Most of those old men were wearing black mourning clothes. The leader was Cheng Dingkang, an assistant minister of the cabinet. He was born in the Zuo Zongtang shogunate. The old men behind him both came from the shogunate like him, and there were also veterans of the Chu army who came to Nanhua with the left prime minister. Their identities are different, but among the immigrants, they all have a very special identity Because of this, they have supported and helped each other over the years.Now they all knelt there just to see Zuo Shuai off for the last time.

The convoy drove slowly, and finally the convoy entered the Imperial Martyr's Shrine located at the southern end of Zhuque Avenue. There are many martyr's shrines in the Ming Empire. Every state and province has a martyr's shrine, but only Yingtian's martyr's shrine is named Empire" name.

This is the highest martyr's shrine in the empire, where the eternal rest is regarded as the glory of the rest.Soldiers who died in the army or those who died in important administrative positions of the country can be buried here.

In the low lights, Zuo Wenzheng was buried in the Martyrs' Shrine, surrounded by a white tombstone as white as jade, including ordinary soldiers and generals and officers. Levels divide people into three, six, and nine grades. After all, loyal souls are equal.

At the last moment of the state funeral, it was like a sense of heaven and earth. There was a heavy rain in the sky, and it seemed that God shed tears for it...