Chapter 599: Fuling (3)

The funeral procession gradually entered the bustling part of the capital city, and there were many shops and restaurants on both sides of the street ...
Suddenly, Xiaosi whispered something in Guanyu's ear, and Guanyu's eyebrows moved, and the horse stopped suddenly; the five carriages carrying the coffin behind him also stopped. ; After that, the funeral procession behind the wagon also stopped ... as if time was stopped by a spell at this instant.
The people in the surrounding area were all confused and looked at each other ... Gradually, someone's ears moved, as if they heard something, he hurriedly beckoned to the people around him. It didn't take long for this noisy street to become miraculously silent.
And the music that was originally suppressed gradually became clearer, a deep snoring came from a restaurant in front, deep and wide ...
"Listen!" I didn't know who called out, but was immediately covered by the person beside me.
The snoring became clearer, louder, and more painful and dignified, as if a battle-hardened old man was preparing to tell a shocking story.
Suddenly, with a loud snoring, a loud singing voice passed into the ears of everyone clearly.
"The fire broke out, the mountains and rivers are dangerous ..."
The singing sounded, and the snoring sounded again, as the singing speed became slower, slower, and more urgent, enthusiastically ...
"... Thousands of faithful burials buried elsewhere, why should Ma Ge wrap the body ..."
Guan Yubai's heart moved slightly. The voice was ...
It wasn't just that he felt familiar, the little four recognized it and couldn't help but blurt out: "My son, it's a hundred ..." Lily's voice. He didn't have a chance to say the last few words, and Guan Yubai's hand raised his hand to stop him.
The singing continued, and it was perfectly matched with the cymbals. Later, it was not known whether or not the accompaniments were accompanied by the chants.
"... Yangtian shouts, blood and tears ..."
"... forget to leave and report to our country ..."
"... the deceased is dead, but the spirit is immortal!"
Regardless of whether it was funeral or fun, there seemed to be such a scene: the flames of war, the golden horse, the soldiers led the soldiers to kill the enemy, defend the country, and eventually died in the battlefield.
Just think about it, I feel heartache is like a knife cut, the flesh is dripping!
Obviously there was only one person, but everyone was excited, listening, and their hearts seemed to be on fire, more like something rushing out like the hot lava.
Finally, someone suddenly raised his head and yelled, "Forget to leave, and report to our country at all costs!"
There was a moment of silence all around, as if at that moment, a barrier in the hearts of many people was broken, and more people shouted in unison: "The dead are dead, but the spirit is immortal!"
This shout was superimposed, and the sound of thunder shook the capital city.
No one has noticed when the snoring and singing voices disappeared into the wind, but the lyrics seemed to have been engraved in everyone's hearts, and all the voices finally turned into the same sentence: "The spirit is immortal, the spirit is immortal!"
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"Immortal?"
In the Imperial Study Room, the emperor played with a thin-bodied blue and white tea cup, and murmured these four words in his mouth.
Gonggong Liu respectfully respected the atmosphere and didn't dare to breathe.
"What else?" The emperor asked eagerly.
Commander Jin Yiwei, who reported the news at the bottom, returned to Lu Huaining: "Return to the emperor, in addition to those restaurants and shops, there are incense cases at the entrance of the academy, and the students also wrote poems ..."