Phi-Fic Chapter 485 No different from a traitor!
Chapter 485 No different from a traitor!
Duanmu Chuze gripped her hand even tighter, and the two climbed a few more steps together until they could finally reach out and touch the large bell.
"From now on, as long as I, Duanmu Chuze, have a breath left, I will make sure that the people of Yan are always vigilant. Today's stability is hard-won, and we must never let our guard down against the Turks thousands of miles away."
Mu Xin Nuan nodded. She could understand his feelings to some extent. After all, someone who had fought on the battlefield had a deeper understanding and experience of war.
Prefect He had been waiting at the foot of the Bell Tower for a long time. Now that he had followed him up the Bell Tower, he naturally heard the prince's words and couldn't help but feel emotional.
Everyone knows that Yan is a harsh and cold place, but how many people still remember the catastrophic disaster that happened in Yan more than a hundred years ago?
Now, more than a century has passed. Although the Yan region has not yet fully recovered, at least most of the people have a place to live, which is already a great achievement. And now, the young prince still remembers the bloody lessons of the history of our Great Yong Dynasty. What a blessing this is for the people!
With a wave of his hand, Magistrate He saw several yamen runners disperse, some striking gongs to signal the people to quiet down.
Duanmu Chuze stood with his back to the large bell, leaning on the railing about a meter high, and said solemnly, "Fellow villagers! Today is the Lantern Festival, the most famous lantern festival in the history of our Great Yong. But do not forget that you are people of Yan. Whether your ancestors lived here or you migrated here in recent generations, you must not forget that on this land of Yan, there was the blood of countless people from our Great Yong!"
"Right beneath your feet lie the heroic souls of countless soldiers of our Great Yong, and the bones of countless people from Yan. The calamity of over a hundred years ago, though past, cannot be forgotten! Though I did not experience it firsthand, I know that there is no lasting peace in this world! As we celebrate the Lantern Festival, let us not forget the harm and humiliation inflicted upon us by the Turks over a hundred years ago!"
Duanmu Chuze's voice was powerful and resounding. Mu Xinnuan stood beside him and could clearly see the veins bulging on the back of his hand, as well as his excited emotions.
"Fellow villagers, this is where we live, where we will spend our old age in peace. For the sake of our descendants, for the sake of our own lives, and for the sake of lasting peace and stability here, we must constantly remind ourselves that the pain of Qishan will never be forgotten!"
"The pain of Qishan will never be forgotten!" Fang Heng shouted loudly from a corner of the railing, holding a long sword.
Soon, the officials and common people below were all clenching their fists and swearing to the sky, "We will never forget the pain of Qishan!"
Their voices were like booming bells, resounding and shaking the heavens!
Mu Xin Nuan's emotions were also difficult to calm down for a long time. Although she was a woman, she understood a principle: if one day a crisis really approached and she lost her life, everything would be in vain!
Duanmu Chuze suddenly grasped her hand again, exchanged a glance with her, and then said with great solemnity, "Today, the King and Queen will ring this great bell together to remind the officials, people, soldiers and soldiers of Yan that the pain of the massacre will never be forgotten!"
"The pain of the massacre will never be forgotten!"
Mu Xin Nuan stood on the high city tower and saw that among the people below, some of the elderly were even wiping away tears with their sleeves.
The two men gripped the crossbar with both hands and rammed it hard into the large bell.
The heavy, deep sound quickly began to echo throughout the entire bell tower, then rapidly dissipated, spreading throughout the entire city of Yanzhou.
Mu Xin Nuan had almost no idea how she had accompanied Duanmu Chu Ze in striking the bell again and again.
By the time she had fully recovered, she was already sitting in the main hall of the clock tower.
Her eyes were a little sore, and she felt a bit dazed. It wasn't until she felt the warmth of his hand slowly spreading over her body that she turned her head slightly and looked at Duanmu Chuze sitting beside her.
"If I had known you were so easily agitated, I shouldn't have brought you along." Duanmu Chuze's voice was somewhat indulgent, and although it was deep, it was very pleasant to hear.
Mu Xin Nuan pursed her lips tightly, unsure of what to say. She simply leaned closer to him and nuzzled her head against his chest.
“Silly girl, as long as I am here, the disaster that struck Yanzhou City more than a hundred years ago will never be repeated. What I want to give you is a peaceful and prosperous Yan region. As long as you can live in peace, anything I do is worthwhile.”
"Aze! The more you act like this, the more scared I become!"
"Don't be afraid! Aren't we doing fine now? Besides, I've already sent Yu Shaohong to guard the area below Qishan. Although there aren't many soldiers, there's no chance that something like this will happen again. Moreover, Mr. Liu and I have already discussed this and ordered people to destroy that small mountain road on the other side of Qishan."
"Again?" Mu Xin Nuan didn't miss this word. Judging from the meaning, it had been ruined once before?
"Yes, that's right. It's been destroyed again. Over a hundred years ago, those Turks burned, killed, and looted in Yan, committing all sorts of atrocities. When our Great Yong army arrived, the entire Yan Prefecture was already engulfed in flames. After the army pursued them to Qishan, the general, in a fit of rage, destroyed the small path they had discovered. Unexpectedly, this time when we came here, we found that it was actually the people of our own Yan region who had discovered another path. They are simply courting death!"
"Our people?" Mu Xin Nuan was even more surprised. Logically speaking, it had only been a little over a hundred years. Could it be that the people of Yan had forgotten that bloody lesson so quickly?
"They went to do business with the Turks and sell our Yan grain to them at a high price. However, our Great Yong has a clear rule that no grain may be sold to the Turks, so they cannot pass through the checkpoints and came up with this method."
Mu Xin Nuan was stunned for a while before she came to her senses. After scoffing twice, she said, "I really didn't expect this! The people of Yan are starving. If it weren't for us this time, we don't know if there would have been corpses strewn all over the place. But our people are actually using the life-saving food of their fellow villagers to do business with our enemies? They are no different from traitors!"
Mu Xin Nuan was so angry that she laughed in frustration, and even her breathing became more and more rapid.
“You’re right, he is no different from a traitor. I’ve already ordered a thorough investigation. In addition, I’ve deployed hidden guards on Mount Qi. I want to see if it’s really just a matter of making a living, or if there’s something else going on.”