After the solemn ceremony, the Ming Dynasty flag lowered to half-mast.

Everyone observed three minutes of silence.

Entertainment is prohibited for three days across the country.

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

After doing this, Qin Mo felt a little depressed, but it was him who started the war, which seemed a bit hypocritical.

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

How could those who casually kill hundreds of thousands or even millions of people be so hard-hearted?

Now he understands.

There are only a few sentences in history books, but they cannot describe the hearts of those involved.

He faced his own heart and told himself not to be both presumptuous and independent.

Sacrifice sometimes brings new life.

At this moment, Ming Dynasty won a new life.

This victory allowed Ming Dynasty to stand at the top of the world.

No one dares to point fingers at Ming Dynasty anymore.

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

Qin Mo clenched his fists and looked deeply at the Martyrs Mountain, "The only thing I can do is to let your names pass on. If the Ming Dynasty is immortal, you will not be extinguished.

You are a few strokes in the history of the Ming Dynasty, but your life is definitely not something that can be carried out by just a stroke!"

After leaving Martyrs Mountain, Qin Mo announced that this day would be designated as the Ming Dynasty Martyrs Memorial Day.

Every year since then, countless people will climb the Martyrs Mountain, holding chrysanthemums in their hands, to pay homage to these heroic martyrs.

Of course, this is all for later.

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

"Thank you, Your Highness, Prince!" Chai Rong was eager to return and did not greet Qin Mo politely. After saying this, he said goodbye and left.

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

Although there were historians in the Ming Dynasty, they would record everything in the Ming Dynasty.

But those few strokes cannot describe the hardships of the Ming Dynasty from scratch.

He was in a daze for a long time, and finally took out his pen and wrote a few words on the white paper: True Records of the Ming Dynasty!

He wants to write a true history book.

It looks like the history book of Daqian, but it is actually very false.

There are some Spring and Autumn brushwork techniques that have been introduced, but that is not what Qin Mo wanted.

Qin Mo thought that in history, historians were not afraid of death. Although they might be bragging, there was some truth in it.

It is like a mirror, always reflecting yourself and others.

At the beginning of the book, he did not avoid any taboos and clearly wrote the origins and reasons for the establishment of the Ming Dynasty.

He did this just to tell everyone that Ming Dynasty was magnanimous and there was no need to cover up.

This is how the Ming Dynasty should look.

An hour later, the opening chapter of nearly 3,000 words was written on the paper.

Qin Mo wrote his name in the list of authors.

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

Thinking of this, Qin Mo was actually a little proud.

He wanted to see which of his descendants would dare to tamper with it in the future.

In the future, this book will be published all over the world and everyone in the world will read it. Even if one day in the future, that unfilial son dares to tamper with it, he will have to tamper with it completely.

After he checked it carefully and made sure it was correct, he put down the pen, stretched out, and set a small goal for himself. Write a chapter every day for a year or two, and he should be able to catch up with the current progress of Ming Dynasty.

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

Let the people of Ming Dynasty listen to his thoughts.

Whether others say he is hypocritical or true, it doesn't matter!

Qin Mo felt that he was very thorough and understanding.

A few days later, all the teahouses began to sell new ones.

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

When the storyteller said these words, his heart was trembling.

This morning, Du Jingming and Dou Xuanling met to have breakfast at a teahouse.

Although the food cooked by the chef at home is also delicious, the teahouses in Xijing always have a human atmosphere, and the ukiyo-e paintings of the prosperous age form a microcosm here.

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

The Ming Dynasty opened up a wide range of opinions and did not criticize crimes, but it must be based on evidence. If you spread rumors at will, you will be jailed.

This kind of open atmosphere is also what the two of them like.

But on this day, when they heard that the Ming Dynasty Record was written by Qin Mo, the two of them couldn't stand it anymore.

"The prince has opened a new book?" Dou Xuanling was stunned.

"No, maybe...it's a duplicate name?" Du Jingming was very surprised. In fact, Ming Dynasty didn't like the practice of duplicate names. For example, if the emperor's name included Xiang Heru, everyone else had to change it.

This was not the case in the Ming Dynasty. You should be called whatever your original name was.

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

At this time, a voice with a broken gong came from not far away, "Speaker below, please tell me again, what is the name of this author?"

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

"This author is very brave, and he doesn't know how to avoid taboos. The title of the book is based on the Ming Dynasty. He is not afraid of death?" Cheng Sanxu held a squab in his hand, pulled off a piece of the leg, and chewed.

The storyteller gave a bitter smile and raised his hands in all directions, "You guys don't know something, but this book was really written by the Crown Prince!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

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

"Early this morning, teahouses all over the capital have received letters. The Crown Prince has published a new book!" The storyteller said: "Who knows about the Crown Prince's books? The Legend of the White Snake, the Legend of Shushan, and Journey to the West. Notes, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai are all world-famous books.

The Opera House has been adapted again and again, and the movie has been released for a round.

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

But the prince has many things to do every day, so we don’t dare to rush him.

So today, gentlemen, you are very lucky!"

The crowd screamed even louder.

But then everyone started looking forward to it.

To say that there are only two people who are recognized as the founders of storytellers in the world, one is Qin Mo, and the other is Li Yuan, the founding emperor of Daqian.

Among the two people's books, Qin Mo is the best.

Who doesn’t look forward to Qin Mo’s new book?

I thought they would have no chance to hear Qin Mo's new book, but they didn't expect that a few years later, Qin Mo would actually publish a new book.

"Stop talking, everyone, be quiet and let the storyteller talk!" Cheng Sanxu yelled, and the teahouse became quiet.

The storyteller didn't dare to delay, so he started speaking in the most pious tone.

"Your Highness has something to say. The Records of the Ming Dynasty record the story of the founding of the Ming Dynasty. You can discuss it openly!"
Chapter completed!