Chapter 599 Helping the Spirit (3)
The funeral procession gradually entered the prosperous area of the capital city, with shops and restaurants on both sides of the street...
Suddenly, Xiao Si whispered something in Guan Yubai's ear, Guan Yubai's brows moved, and suddenly he restrained the horse rope, and the horse stopped; immediately, the five carriages behind him carrying the coffins also stopped. ; After that, the funeral procession behind the carriage also stopped... As if time was stopped by someone casting a spell at this moment.
The people around the road were all confused and looked at each other... Gradually, someone's ears moved, as if they heard something, and they hurriedly signaled to the people beside them to keep quiet. It didn't take long for the formerly noisy street to miraculously become silent.
And the music that had been suppressed gradually became clear, and a low Xun sound came from a restaurant in front, deep and far away...
"Listen!" Someone called out, but the person next to him immediately covered his mouth.
The xun sound became clearer and louder, painful and solemn, as if an old man who had experienced hundreds of battles was about to tell a shocking story.
Suddenly, after a pause, a loud singing voice clearly entered the ears of everyone.
"Beacon fires, the country is in danger..."
When the song starts, the Xun sound starts again, with the song being fast and slow, slow and urgent, enthusiastic and passionate...
"...Thousands of loyal bones are buried in other places, why should the body be wrapped in horse leather..."
Guan Yubai's heart moved slightly, the voice was...
Not only did he feel familiar, Xiao Si also recognized it, and couldn't help but blurted out: "Young Master, it's Bai..." Lily's voice. He didn't have a chance to say the last few words, but Guan Yubai's gesture of raising his hand stopped him.
The singing continued, perfectly matched with the sound of Xun. Later, it was not known whether Xun was accompanying the song or the song was playing in concert with Xun.
"... screaming in the sky, blood and tears in my eyes..."
"...Endure the parting, and sacrifice a hundred deaths to repay the country..."
"...The deceased is gone, only the heroic spirit is immortal!"
Whether it is a funeral or a spectacle, there seems to be such a scene in front of you: the war is raging, the gold is fierce, the soldiers lead the soldiers to fight the enemy bravely, protect the family and defend the country, and finally die in the battlefield, the bones are everywhere, and the sorrow is everywhere...
Just thinking about it makes my heart hurt like a knife, dripping with blood!
There was only one person in Yixun, but everyone was agitated when they heard it, their hearts seemed to be on fire, more like something was rushing out like that hot magma.
Finally, someone suddenly raised his head and shouted: "Forbearance to part, no matter how much you die to repay your country!"
There was another moment of silence all around, as if at that moment, a certain barrier in the hearts of many people was shattered, and more people shouted in unison: "The dead are gone, only the heroic spirit is immortal!"
These shouts were superimposed together, and the sound was like thunder, shaking the capital city.
No one noticed that the xun and singing disappeared in the wind at some point, but the lyrics seemed to have been engraved in everyone's hearts, and all the voices finally turned into the same sentence: "Heroic spirits are immortal, heroic spirits are immortal!"
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"The heroic spirit is immortal?"
In the imperial study, the emperor was playing with a thin-tired blue-and-white tea cup in his hand, and whispered these four words in his mouth.
Eunuch Liu was respectful and did not dare to take a breath.
"Anything else?" the emperor asked uneasily.
Lu Huaining, the commander of Jinyiwei who reported the news, replied: "Back to the emperor, in addition to those restaurants and shops, there are also incense boxes at the entrance of the academy, and the students also wrote poems..."