Rebirth of the eldest daughter

Chapter 9 The man of the Bai family is strong!
Bai Mingwei shed tears from the bottom of his heart and stood upright, under the plaque in the Bai family ancestral hall that read "Haoran Zhengqi".

Stand firm in front of the memorial tablets of your ancestors.

She seemed out of place in this turbid current of sadness, but she stood firm like a needle that fixed the sea.

When she is protected by her father, uncles and brothers, she can find someone to cry to when she is sad.

But now she had to hold back her tears and take on the responsibility of her eldest daughter. Otherwise, who should this family of old and weak people rely on?
In a daze, she heard her own dry voice: "Don't cry. As long as my grandfather is here, this family will never fall. As long as my grandfather is here, it is possible for my father, uncle, and brothers to return home."

Although she knew that the bones of her father, uncle, and brother would probably not be found on the battlefield where bones were piled up.

Bai Ming took a deep breath and continued: "I want to set up a mourning hall for my father, uncle and brother and organize funeral arrangements to prevent their spirits from wandering around and unable to find their way home."

"If you still have the strength, then help me. If not, please restrain the people in your house and stay in the house."

The sixth girl cried the loudest. After hearing Bai Mingwei's words, she asked angrily: "Sister, what do you mean?"

The fourth aunt went to pull her, but she threw her away.

She became angry and shouted at Bai Mingwei: "Does this family belong to you and Bai Mingwei alone? I, Bai Xiuying, am also a member of the Bai family. I plan weddings for my father and brother. You can't even think of kicking me out!"

Bai Mingwei's eyes fell on the sixth girl, Bai Xiuying, and he had mixed feelings for a moment.

In this family, it is well known that Bai Xiuying dislikes her.

But when she needed it most, the first person to stand up was this sixth sister who was at odds with her.

Bai Mingwei was about to speak when another piece of bad news came.

The servant hurried in and knelt down in front of Mrs. Shen, crying so hard that he couldn't breathe: "Girl, there is news from the palace. The prime minister is so angry and angry that his life or death is uncertain."

……

An hour ago, in the palace, in the Jinluan Hall.

Wen Dong and Wu Xi stand at attention on the left and right.

In the middle of the hall knelt a white-haired old man.

However, Emperor Yuan Zhen, the king of Dongling Kingdom, unceremoniously threw a letter at the old man's face and roared angrily.

"Bai Weiyong, you are raising a bunch of cowards!"

As if there was overwhelming anger that could not be vented, he shouted angrily: "Bai Weiyong! Look at your good children and grandchildren, which one is useful?!"

"Previously, you swore to me that you would defend the Northern Yan army outside Guiyan City. Now, instead of waiting for my victory report, my desk is filled with funeral reports for your useless children and grandchildren!"

"The tens of thousands of troops were completely wiped out, and no one survived! I also lost five cities in this battle. This is simply a shame for Dongling!"

"Your Majesty!" The old voice was hoarse and sad, like a blunt ax cleaving the air.

Rao was well prepared, but Bai Weiyong's hard heart was still pierced to pieces by Emperor Yuan Zhen, like a thousand arrows piercing his heart.

Your Majesty, he really shows no mercy at all.

Already stooped and shaking violently, he picked up the letters one by one and held them in his arms.

A total of eleven reports of death in action arrived.

To others, these 11 people are just cold numbers.

But they are his blood children and grandchildren.

He worked conscientiously and served as an official for more than forty years.

He worked hard to assist the three emperors.

He is more loyal than anyone else.

When the Northern Yan army was pressing down on the country and the civil and military officials were holding back, he did not hesitate to let all his descendants abandon their writing and join the army and go to the battlefield to defend their country.

But now all the children and grandchildren have died in a foreign land.

Who cherishes his white-haired people and makes his black-haired people miserable?

Who understands the loyalty of the descendants of the Bai family who have dedicated themselves to death?

But they have to turn around and describe the tragic sacrifice as useless.

Bai Weiyong looked at Emperor Yuan Zhen, whom he had been loyal to for more than ten years.

A few lines of clear tears rolled out of his cloudy eyes.

Just now in the sedan chair, he had already cried hard once.

But at this time, tears still couldn't help but flow down.

What I cried was that I felt cold towards the king at that moment.

The ones weeping are the children and grandchildren who have served their country till death, only to be scolded as cowards.

Filled with grief and anger, he said eloquently: "Your Majesty, my whole Bai family is worthy of Dongling! Worthy of the people of the world! Even more worthy of Your Majesty!"

"The Bai family is strong and strong, not a coward!"

(End of this chapter)