Tang He turned his head with difficulty, looked at the crowded crowd in the room, and smiled: "Prince Xu is gone, Prince Chang is gone, I am leaving too, but the prosperous age of Ming Dynasty is coming..."

Tang He said the last few words very forcefully.

Wails resounded in the room again.

"Where's the knife?"

Tang He's voice became lower and lower, and he couldn't see his sword. There was finally a little more fear in his eyes, not the fear of death, but the fear that no one could tell.

"Armor..."

"Go to the front hall..."

Tang He quietly stated his request, and then slowly closed his eyes, leaving only the last wisp of breath in his nose that refused to stop for a long time.

Xie hesitated for a moment.

"Put on your armor for me! Go to the front hall!"

One of Tanghe's children roared.

People finally reacted and began to get busy.

The crowded crowd in the room was driven away. Tang He's sons and daughters personally carried the soft couch with their hands and moved Tang He to the couch. Then they drove away the servants who wanted to come forward and carried the soft couch forward themselves.

Rush to the hall.

The armor that had been stored in the Xinguo Duke's Mansion for many years was found and wiped clean.

People walk very slowly, but they appear to be very fast.

Everyone knew Tang He's wish at the moment, which was probably to see him in his armor and go to Yingtian City again.

It is impossible to go to Yingtian City, but Zhu Jia's last wish must be fulfilled.

After a while, everyone in the Tang family finally carried Tang He to the front hall.

Tang He, who had been lying on the soft couch with his eyes closed, began to breathe in less and out more, seemed to feel something in his heart and opened his eyes.

"Give me some medicine..."

Tang He's voice started to tremble weakly.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the front hall finally began to cry loudly.

Give medicine.

After drinking the medicine, all the energy you can put into it will no longer be able to make a cup of tea.

The medicine was delivered quickly.

Also delivered were Yuwa's battle armor and saber.

After taking the medicine, Tang He, whose face was pale, finally felt a little more alive, and his face also exuded a strange crimson color.

In full view of everyone, Tang He actually sat up on the soft couch with his hands on his hands.

"Wear armor!"

Tang He shouted in a strong voice, just like when he was in the army and ordered his soldiers to wear armor for him.

Mrs. Xie and her children helped Tang He up from the soft couch with reluctance and regret on their faces.

Tang He opened his arms and put them on his children's shoulders.

Mrs. Xie led her children and began to put on the Ming army uniforms one by one for Tang He, attach the battle armor piece by piece, and put on the bright red cloak.

Outside the front hall, people from the Tang Mansion were already kneeling on the ground.

Finally, Mr. Xie and his sons and daughters finally gave Tang He the armor on his left and right sides.

The general's chair was placed in the hall. Tang and Zhang pushed the tiger to sit on it, holding a long knife in both hands and straightening their backs, looking straight ahead.

Sit north and look south.

Nanan.

It's Yingtian.

"Are I strong?"

"My lord, you are so strong!"

"Is this old man handsome?"

"My lord, you are so majestic!"

"I am willing to fight for the Ming Dynasty for another forty years!"

"Your Majesty, please spread the word to the three armies..."

Forty years ago, in the twelfth year of the Zhengzheng Period, Tang He led more than ten warriors to join Guo Zixing's Red Scarf Army, and was awarded the title of Thousand Households for their merits. Xin and Zhu Yuanzhang invited him to join the rebel army.

The opening of Ming Dynasty is like this.

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"I am so majestic!"

"I am so strong!"

"I bravely preach to the three armies..."

Three heroic words were spoken in succession, but one word fell.

The sound has stopped.

Buzzing.

The general is sitting upright with his sword in hand, as motionless as a mountain and as a mainstay!

Xie raised her head in panic, with sadness in her eyes and tears streaming down her face.

"Duke Da Mingxin has passed away!"

The steward's eyes were filled with tears and he screamed loudly to the sky.

"Duke Da Mingxin has passed away!"

The servants began to cry outside.

Outside the front hall of the hall, the stewards and servants had already made preparations, and Su Zhen was entangled in the beams with the lingering sound.

Da da da.

Horse hooves trampled on the streets and alleys of Fengyang City, making them look a bit messy.

"quick!"

"Faster!"

Zhu Yunwen opened the curtain, looked at the road ahead, and shouted hoarsely at the coachman.

Behind the swaying curtain, a bride was sitting in the carriage.

The carriage even arrived in front of Duke Xinguo's mansion.

Before it stopped, Zhu Yunwen stumbled out of the carriage.

"Old man!"

"Old man!"

After rushing into Duke Xinguo's mansion, Zhu Yunwen stood in front of the hall, looking at Tang He sitting motionless in the hall, wearing armor and holding a knife, his eyes suddenly turned red.

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It started to rain in Yingtian City.

In this late autumn, there is a bit of desolation.

The mist pours out from the soil, making people sit around the fire to warm themselves and rest early.

An autumn rain and a cold.

It seems that the winter of the 28th year of Hongwu came earlier than usual.

A group of people in plain clothes landed from Longwan Pier, led their horses out, and drove their horses into Waijinchuan Gate.

No one dared to stop it, not even the officers and soldiers guarding the city.

The plain clothes bear the banner of the Duke of Mingxin.

This is a funeral!

The first founding figure of the Ming Dynasty who was raised at home in honor has passed away!

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Chapter completed!