After the solemn ceremony, the Ming Dynasty flag fell at half of the flag.

The whole group observed three minutes of silence.

Entertainment is prohibited nationwide for three days.

Then Qin Mo personally led the loyal souls of these martyrs to enter the Xijing Martyrs Mountain, where they will always receive the incense from Xijing.

After doing this, Qin Mo was in a low mood, but he started the war and seemed a little pretentious.

At this moment, he suddenly understood the doubts he had in the process of studying history.

How did those who kill hundreds of thousands or even millions of people have achieved a heart-warming heart?

Now he understands.

There is only a few words in history books, but they cannot express the hearts of the person involved.

He faced his heart and told himself not to be bothered and stand firm.

Sacrifice sometimes brings new life.

At this moment, the Ming Dynasty won a new life.

This win will make the Ming Dynasty stand at the top of the world.

No one dared to point fingers at Daming again.

Although Dagan is still the biggest enemy of the Ming Dynasty, there will be no more wars in the future for a long time!

Qin Mo clenched his fists and looked at Martyrs Mountain deeply, "The only thing I can do is to let your name pass on, the Ming Dynasty will never be destroyed, you will never be destroyed.

You are just a few points in the history of the Ming Dynasty, but your life is definitely not something you can take with you in just one stroke!”

After leaving Martyrs Mountain, Qin Mo announced that this day would be the anniversary of the Ming Dynasty.

Every year since then, countless people climbed the Martyrs Mountain, holding chrysanthemums in their hands to pay homage to these heroes who died.

Of course, this is all a story.

Qin Mo went to the residence outside the palace and called Chai Rong over. He learned about everything about the battle. Looking at Chai Rong who was slightly tired, he said, "Go back early and spend more time with his family!"

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Chai Rong was as eager as an arrow, and did not make any polite controversy with Qin Mo. After saying that, he said goodbye and left.

After Chai Rong left, Qin Mo suddenly wanted to write a biography.

Although there are historians in the Ming Dynasty, they will record everything about the Ming Dynasty.

But that little stroke could not describe the hardships of the Ming Dynasty from scratch.

He was stunned for a long time, and finally took out a pen and wrote a few words on the blank paper: The Ming Dynasty record!

He wants to write a real history book.

It's like a big deal, but it's actually very empty.

Some of the Spring and Autumn styles have been introduced, but that is not what Qin Mo wants.

Qin Mo thought that in history, the historians were not afraid of death. Although it might be that they were boasting, there was also authenticity.

It's like a mirror, always looking at yourself and others.

At the beginning of the book, he did not shy away at all, and wrote clearly the beginning and reason for the establishment of the Ming Dynasty.

He did this to tell everyone that the Ming Dynasty was open and there was no need to cover it up.

The Ming Dynasty should have such a look.

One hour later, the beginning of nearly three thousand words was put on paper.

Qin Mo wrote down his name in the author's list.

He should be the first person to write history books as the prince?

Thinking of this, Qin Mo was a little proud.

He wants to see which descendant dares to tamper with it in the future.

In the future, this book will be published all over the world and will be read by everyone in the world. Even if there is really an unfilial son who dares to tamper with it one day in the future, he will have to tamper with it.

After checking carefully, he decided that it was correct, then put down his pen, stretched, and set a small goal for himself. He wrote a chapter every day, for a year or two, and he should be able to catch up with the current progress of the Ming Dynasty.

First, save a wave of manuscripts and then send them to the teahouse.

Let the people of the Ming Dynasty listen to his thoughts.

Whether others say he is hypocritical or real, it doesn’t matter!

Qin Mo felt that he was thorough and very understanding in his heart.

A few days later, new products began to be launched in all teahouses.

The name of the new book is "The Records of the Ming Dynasty", author: Qin Mo!

When the storyteller said these words, his heart and liver were trembling.

That morning, Du Jingming and Dou Xuanling made an appointment to go to the teahouse to have breakfast.

Although the cooks at home taste very good, there is always a human fireworks in the teahouses in Xijing, and the prosperous Ukiyo-e is a microcosm here.

Moreover, they also love to listen to books. The storytelling industry in the Ming Dynasty is even better than that in big work.

The Ming Dynasty opened up the road to speak out and kept saying the crime, but it must have a basis. If rumors spread at will, they will be in jail.

This kind of open atmosphere is also something that both of them like.

But on this day, when they heard the Ming Dynasty record and the author Qin Mo, the two of them couldn't hold back.

"The prince is opening a new book?" Dou Xuanling was stunned.

"No, maybe... a duplicate name?" Du Jingming was extremely surprised. The Ming Dynasty actually didn't like the duplicate name. For example, if there is Xiangheru in the emperor's name, everyone else has to change it.

It’s not like this in the Ming Dynasty. You will be called the name of the original name.

But the people will take the initiative to avoid it to show respect.

At this time, a broken gong sound came from a distance, "Storyteller, please tell me again, what is the name of this author?"

The storyteller on the stage trembled all over, "Call me, call me Qin Mo!"

"This author is quite brave and doesn't know how to avoid it. The title of the book is aimed at the Ming Dynasty. Are you not afraid of death?" Cheng Sanfu held a pigeon in his hand, pulled off a piece of his leg, and chewed it.

The storyteller smiled bitterly and bowed to the four sides, "You guys don't know that this book is really written by the prince!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience was in an uproar.

Cheng Sanfu was also stunned, "What did you say?"

"This morning, all the teahouses in the capital received letters, and the prince opened a new book!" The storyteller said: "Who doesn't know the prince's books, and who doesn't know? The Legend of the White Snake, the Legend of Shushan, the Journey to the West, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai are all famous books.

The Opera House has been adapted and adapted, and the movies have been released in one round.

To be honest, we are all looking forward to the prince’s new book.

But the prince is busy with all kinds of things, so we dare not urge him.

So today, dear readers, you are blessed!"

Everyone exclaimed even louder.

But then they all looked forward to it.

If you want to talk about the founder of the storytelling world, there are only two people, one is Qin Mo, and the other is Li Yuan, the founding emperor of Dagan.

Qin Mo is the best book for these two people.

Who doesn’t expect Qin Mo to open a new book?

I thought they wouldn't have the chance to hear Qin Mo's new book, but I didn't expect that Qin Mo would open a new book a few years later.

"Stop talking, just be quiet, let the storyteller say it!" Cheng Sanfu roared, and the teahouse became quiet.

The storyteller dared not delay and started speaking in the most pious tone.

"Your Highness has a saying, the record of the Ming Dynasty records the story of the founding of the Ming Dynasty. You can open up a wide range of conversations and discuss it!"
Chapter completed!