Chapter 29 Ying Ji passed away! Nine bells!
The faces of Ying Zhu and Ying Zichu also became ugly.
Especially Ying Zhu, looking at Huayang now with a bit of anger in his eyes.
The king issued an edict.
It was the king's order to bring Zhao Zheng's mother and son back to Qin from the State of Zhao.
But this Mi Lin actually led his troops outside to block Zhao Zheng from entering the city, and he did so in the name of the prince.
Although Ying Zhu ordered full martial law, he still made it clear that once Zhao Zheng and his son arrived, they would immediately welcome them into the city.
"Father."
"My daughter-in-law really doesn't know about this."
"This is Mi Lin's own decision."
"He used the sword against the young master and deserves severe punishment."
Feeling that Ying Ji's eyes were getting colder and colder, Hua Yang also panicked and spoke immediately.
"Zhu'er."
Ying Ji spoke slowly.
"Ren Chuan."
"Deprive Mi Lin of his official title and hand him over to Tingwei to be imprisoned for severe punishment."
Ying Zhu understood immediately and said to Ren Chuan.
"promise."
Ren Chuan responded immediately.
"I...I want to have a conversation with Zheng'er."
"You all should retreat first."
Ying Ji spoke slowly.
"Father."
"Do you want the imperial doctor to step down as well?" Ying Zhu's expression changed.
"The widow died."
"There is no need to worry about anything, just leave everything to the ancestral temple."
"Zhu'er."
"After you succeed to the throne, do not forget to strengthen the Qin Dynasty, do not forget to strengthen the people, do not forget to strengthen the law, and do not forget to strengthen the army."
Ying Ji spoke to Ying Zhu in a warm voice.
It is already a tone of explaining the aftermath.
"Father."
Ying Zhu had tears in his eyes.
He knelt down directly and kowtowed.
"Back off."
Ying Ji struggled with a smile and waved his hands to everyone in the hall.
"I'll take my leave."
"Take care, Your Majesty."
All the ministers bowed and shouted.
Then he slowly exited Zhangtai Palace.
Waiting outside the palace.
Looking at Zhao Zheng in front of him, Ying Ji took his last breath.
"Zheng'er, come to great-grandfather." Ying Ji smiled and waved to Zhao Zheng.
"yes."
Zhao Zheng immediately stepped forward slowly.
Seeing that Zhao Zheng, who was so close, looked exactly like the little doll in the dream, Ying Ji already knew the reality of the dream.
"Eight years."
"It's hard on you."
"It's a pity that great-grandfather only learned of your existence this year, otherwise he would have brought Zheng'er back long ago."
Ying Ji said with some shame.
"Great-grandfather said something strong."
"The number of my royal family is so great."
"My great-grandfather was busy with everything, how could he know everything about it?" Zhao Zheng replied immediately.
Facing this great-grandfather in front of me, a close relative by blood, an elder.
Zhao Zheng could feel a strong sense of family affection.
This was something I had never felt except with my own mother.
If there is anything else, it is when one’s teacher is in front of oneself, one’s kindness is like that of an elder.
"You are a good boy."
Ying Ji smiled.
He reached out his hand and took out the crown from the side.
"Do you know what this is?" Ying Ji raised the crown in his hand and looked at Zhao Zheng and asked.
This scene.
It's like a reenactment of a dream.
"crown."
Zhao Zheng replied, but there was a kind of confusion in his eyes.
"Do you want it?" Ying Ji asked with a smile.
Hear this.
Zhao Zheng's heart suddenly shook.
Only the king can bear the weight of the crown.
The meaning of this sentence is too great.
Zhao Zheng is only eight years old at the moment, but after Qin Ying's teachings, his mind is already far beyond that of his peers. Facing this crown, he asked if he wanted it, and he was thinking quickly in his heart at this moment.
There was just a moment of hesitation.
"think."
Zhao Zheng raised his head and nodded with certainty.
He stared at the crown with his eyes, and then said: "But my grandson wants a bigger one."
Hear this.
Ying Ji smiled: "Hahaha." "Hahaha."
The old laughter resounded throughout Zhangtai Palace.
No one outside the temple knew what happened.
But only Ying Ji knew it.
Zhao Zheng's answer made him feel more comfortable today. I left with no regrets.
Because he truly found the destined descendant predicted by the ancestor.
"The world belongs to you."
"The future is also yours."
"Master Qin, don't forget to go east."
"Zheng'er, great-grandfather is dying."
"But my great-grandfather will watch you from heaven, watch you grow up, watch you become a wise king, and watch you dominate the world."
"Unify the world."
"This was my great-grandfather's wish."
"It's the great wish of the ancestor, my ancestors and kings of the Great Qin Dynasty." Ying Ji said slowly, with a sense of loneliness and regret in his voice.
When he succeeded to the throne, Ying Ji was young and had unlimited ambitions to unify the world and create the Qin Dynasty.
These great wishes are what Ying Ji thinks about every day.
Looking at the great-grandfather in front of him with expectant eyes.
Zhao Zheng knelt down and bowed: "If Zheng'er really becomes king one day, he will definitely remember his great-grandfather's words."
"Unify the world and prosper the Qin Dynasty."
Ying Ji raised his hand and smiled: "Okay."
"Great-grandfather believed in you."
But then.
Ying Ji's face gradually turned pale.
"I have been in office for fifty-six years."
"It is my mission to strengthen the Qin Dynasty and to unify the world. I think hard about it every day and don't dare to neglect it."
"Yes."
"I only destroyed the Western Zhou Dynasty."
"Compared to previous kings, it is even more deficient."
"But it's enough to see Zheng'er before I die, that's enough..."
"Brother."
"Father."
"Ying Ji, I'm coming to see you."
"I wonder...have you ever been disappointed with Ying Ji..."
Ying Ji murmured.
The voice became weaker and weaker, and eventually, the open eyes gradually closed.
The head dropped weakly.
King Ying Ji of Qin reigned for fifty-six years.
Life is long gone and passed away!
See this.
Zhao Zheng's heart trembled.
Although this was the first time he saw Ying Ji today, Zhao Zheng felt a sense of love from the elders in him, which deeply touched his heart when he was living in Handan.
Or it resonates with blood.
At this moment, Zhao Zheng's eyes shed tears unconsciously.
"Send my great-grandfather back to heaven."
Zhao Zheng knelt down and his childish voice resounded in the hall.
Just this sound.
The people waiting outside the hall no longer dared to neglect.
Ying Zhu and Ying Zichu quickly ran into the hall.
When looking at Ying Ji who has lost his life.
Ying Zhu and Ying Zichu knelt in front of the bed.
"Father."
"Grandfather Wang..."
"Your Majesty."
…
The ministers entered the palace.
A burst of crying and howling shook the sky.
Follow closely.
Inside the palace.
Bang, bang, bang!
Nine bells ring, the sound of great mourning.
Only when the prince, king, or even the palace holder of the throne dies, will the nine mourning sounds be heard.
As the bell rings.
The news spread throughout the palace and reached Xianyang City.
"Nine bells ring, a great mourning."
"Your Majesty, I'm dead."
"Your Majesty."
"Our king..."
When the people in Xianyang City heard the bell, many people put down their work and focused their eyes on the palace.
Countless people gathered outside the palace and knelt outside the palace, crying and howling throughout the sky.
Ying Ji!
Throughout his life, he made the country rich and powerful and respected the law.
He has a very high prestige in Da Qin.
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