Chapter 30 King Qin is dead! Return to the ancestral temple!
With the bell ringing nine times!
The whole city is under martial law.
There were also many messengers galloping towards the major camps from Xianyang City.
The king passed away!
It is a time of political change and turmoil.
Such moments.
Naturally, we need to strengthen the defense of the border and beware of incursions from other countries.
at the same time!
As word spreads.
The whole city of Xianyang was filled with cries and howls.
Ying Ji had been king for many years and treated his people with kindness.
The people of Lao Qin are crying for the death of their king.
Zhangtai Palace.
Looking at the crying and howling in the palace, there was sadness.
There are people who are truly sad, and there are people who are hypocritical.
Above the void at this moment.
Qin Ying watched silently.
However, he had no expression.
Qin Ying has seen this kind of separation between life and death too many times.
Apart from the immortal cultivators and immortals on the land of China, Qin Ying can be said to have lived the longest. When his descendants died in front of him, Qin Ying could still remember them clearly.
At the very beginning.
Qin Ying was still a little sad, but as he mastered the art of luck and soul nourishment, the so-called sadness was gone.
Especially someday in the future.
The kings who are his descendants can be resurrected, and even directly protect the Qin Dynasty with the existence of destiny guardian.
After Qin Ying, every descendant king represents the fortune of an era in the Qin Dynasty, and this fortune will increase massively in the future.
And this is also part of Qin Ying's plan to gather luck.
"Ji'er."
"Fifty-six years."
"Your merits are all seen, you can have a good rest from now on."
Qin Ying murmured.
At this time!
There was a lot of crying and howling in the hall.
As Zongzheng, Ying Bing walked in slowly, holding a box in his hand.
"Zong Zheng is here to welcome King Qin's body into the ancestral temple." Ying Bing said loudly.
Follow him slowly forward.
He walked up to Ying Ji.
Opened the box.
Inside is a black bead.
This is the luck-fixing soul bead that Qin Ying personally refined. This bead can stabilize the soul and prevent it from being sucked into the underworld by the invisible laws of the netherworld.
Ying Bing took out the bead and put it in Ying Ji's mouth.
In addition to the soul-fixing effect, this soul-fixing bead can also make the corpse incorruptible.
"Ancestral Temple?"
Hearing the name of the ancestral temple, Zhao Zhengze looked at it with some surprise.
When the King of Qin died, shouldn't he be buried in the royal tomb?
What is this ancestral temple doing?
Zhao Zheng has been in the Kingdom of Zhao since he was a child. He did not receive royal education like the royal princes in Xianyang, and he did not know the specific responsibilities of the ancestral temple.
So he doesn't know.
After the death of King Qin.
Everything will be handed over to the ancestral temple for burial.
All burial specifications are also attributed to the ancestral temple.
As for the location of the tombs of the previous Qin kings, there is no distinction. Instead, they are buried in Lishan Mountain, where the legendary founding ancestor of the Qin Dynasty was located, where all the Qin kings are buried.
"Welcome to the coffin."
After placing the soul-fixing beads, Ying Bing shouted loudly.
echoed.
I saw several ancestral temple clan members carrying a coffin into the main hall of Zhangtai Palace.
Then.
Bowing to Ying Ji's body, the four of them worked together to open the coffin and put Ying Ji's body into the coffin.
Then.
The coffin is closed.
And Ying Bing turned around.
Looking at Ying Zhu and the courtiers in the hall.
"Qin King Ying Ji has passed away."
"According to the ancestral system, you should be welcomed into the ancestral temple to worship."
"Three days later, the coffin will be returned to Lishan for burial."
"Where is An Guojun Ying Zhu?" Ying Bing asked loudly.
"exist."
Ying Zhu responded immediately.
"Although King Qin passed away."
"The crown prince's position has been decided."
"Please An Guojun to take over the military and political affairs of the Qin Dynasty, and after observing the period of filial piety, he will succeed to the throne of Qin." Ying Bing said loudly.
"I will obey the order of the ancestral temple." Ying Zhu replied loudly.
Now Ying Zhu is fifty-two years old and has already become calm. Ying Zhu was not too happy about his upcoming succession as king. Looking at his father in the coffin, he couldn't hide his sadness.
"Return to the ancestral temple."
Ying Bing gave the order.
The disciples of the clan in the ancestral temple carried the coffin and headed towards the ancestral temple.
And inside the main hall.
Ying Zhu stood up slowly and looked at these important officials: "Let's arrange it."
"The king passed away."
"The whole country is grieving."
"Inform the entire Qin Dynasty."
"From today onwards, I will observe filial piety for one year."
"One year later, I will succeed to the throne." Ying Zhu said sadly.
"I will obey your orders."
All the ministers bowed before retreating.
Zhao Zheng, however, still knelt in front of the bed.
Ying Zhu walked forward slowly, kindly helped Zhao Zheng up, and said warmly: "Zheng'er, you have returned from a long journey, please go down and rest first."
"Tomorrow I will go with my grandfather to the ancestral temple to pay homage to our ancestors and my great-grandfather."
Zhao Zheng bowed: "Yes."
"Zi Chu."
Ying Zhu looked at Ying Zichu.
"My son is here." Ying Zichu responded immediately.
"Take Zheng'er, mother and son back home." Ying Zhu said.
"Yes, father." Ying Zichu nodded.
Then he walked to Zhao Zheng and looked at Zhao Ji.
There was also a look of guilt in his eyes.
"Go back home."
Ying Zichu whispered.
Subsequently.
Ying Zichu held Zhao Ji in one hand and Zhao Zheng in the other, and walked out of the palace.
Wait until everyone has left.
Only Ying Zhu and Hua Yang were left in the hall.
"Today's business."
"I'm disappointed."
Ying Zhu looked at Huayang, with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"Husband."
"What happened today was all Mi Chen's own decision. I really don't know anything about it." Hua Yang quickly defended.
"My father likes this child Zheng'er very much, and so do I."
"Since Zichu is your adopted son, he will definitely follow filial piety in the future, and so will Zheng'er."
"I hope you won't target Zheng'er again in the future."
Ying Zhu said with a warning tone.
Hear the words.
Hua Yang immediately replied: "I have remembered your husband's words."
"Okay, you should go down and rest first." Ying Zhu also waved his hand a little tiredly.
"I take my leave." Hua Yang nodded respectfully and slowly retreated.
Inside Zhangtai Palace.
Ying Zhu was left alone.
He leaned on the king's couch without any image.
Looking at the place where Ying Ji was lying, his face was full of sadness and confusion.
"Father."
"After you leave, can I really shoulder the heavy responsibility of Da Qin?"
"Compared to your ability, I am inferior to you."
Ying Zhu murmured to himself, as if Ying Ji was still around.
At this moment, Ying Zhu is not the prince who is about to ascend the throne, but a son who has lost his father.
The main hall of the ancestral temple!
The coffins are placed in front of the spiritual thrones of ancestors of all generations.
Before the coffin is transported to Lishan Mountain, it will be placed in the ancestral temple for three days.
After the soul returns to the spiritual position.
There are still three days of worship, and after the funeral, the body will be sent to Lishan for burial.
"Let's all prepare for tomorrow's funeral."
Ying Bing said to several clan disciples.
"promise."
Several clan disciples bowed and slowly exited the main hall of the ancestral temple.
And Ying Bing waved his hand.
A burst of vitality came out.
The main hall of the ancestral temple was instantly closed.
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