Chapter 29: Ying Ji passed away! The bell rang nine times! The faces of Ying Zhu and Ying Zichu also turned ugly. Especially Ying Zhu, who was looking at Huayang with a bit of anger in his eyes. The king issued an edict. To bring Zhao Zheng and his mother back to Qin from Zhao State is the king’s order. But Mi Lin actually led his troops outside to block Zhao Zheng from entering the city, and he did so in the name of the crown prince. Although Ying Zhu ordered a curfew throughout the entire process, he also made one thing clear: once Zhao Zheng and his mother arrived, they would be welcomed into the city immediately. "Father." "My daughter-in-law really doesn't know about this." "This is Mi Lin's own decision."
"He used a sword on the young master, so he should be severely punished." Feeling that Yingji's gaze was getting colder, Huayang panicked and spoke immediately. "Zhu'er." Yingji spoke slowly. "Ren Chuan." "Strip Mi Lin of his official title and hand him over to the court for severe punishment." Ying Zhu immediately understood and said to Ren Chuan. "promise." Ren Chuan responded immediately. "I...I want to talk to Zheng'er for a while." "You all should step back first." Yingji spoke slowly. "Father." "Should we ask the imperial physician to step down as well?" Ying Zhu's face changed. "After I die." "No need to make a big fuss, leave everything to the ancestral temple." "Zhu'er." "After you succeed to the throne, do not forget to strengthen Qin, do not forget to strengthen the people, do not forget to strengthen the laws, and do not forget to strengthen the army." Ying Ji spoke to Ying Zhu in a gentle voice.
The tone is already like one making arrangements for one's final affairs. "Father." Ying Zhu's eyes were filled with tears. He knelt down directly and kowtowed. "Go back." Yingji struggled to smile and waved to everyone in the hall. "I'm waiting to retire." "Take care, my king." All the ministers bowed and shouted. Then he slowly left Zhangtai Palace. Waiting outside the palace. Looking at Zhao Zheng in front of him, Yingji held on to his last breath. "Zheng'er, come to your great-grandfather." Yingji smiled and waved to Zhao Zheng. "Yes." Zhao Zheng immediately walked forward slowly. Looking at Zhao Zheng who was so close to him, and who looked exactly like the little baby in his dream, Yingji already knew the reality of the dream. "Eight years." "It's hard on you." "It's a pity that my great grandfather only learned of your existence this year, otherwise he would have brought Zheng'er back long ago." Yingji said with some shame. "Great-grandfather, you are too serious." "My royal family is so numerous." "My great-grandfather is busy with all kinds of affairs, how could he know everything?" Zhao Zheng replied immediately. Facing the great-grandfather in front of me, a blood relative and an elder. Zhao Zheng could feel a strong sense of family affection. This is something I have never felt before except with my own mother. If there is anything else, it is when your teacher is in front of you, and his kindness is like that of an elder. "You are a good boy."
Yingji smiled. He reached out and took out the crown from the side. "Do you know what this is?" Yingji raised the crown in his hand and asked Zhao Zheng. This scene. It's like a replica of a dream. "crown." Zhao Zheng replied, but there was confusion in his eyes. "Do you want it?" Yingji asked with a smile. Hear this. Zhao Zheng's heart suddenly shook. The crown, only the king can bear its weight. This sentence has such profound meaning. Zhao Zheng was only eight years old at the moment, but after Qin Ying's teaching, his intelligence had far surpassed his peers. Facing this crown and being asked whether he wanted it, he was thinking quickly in his mind. There was just a moment of hesitation. "think." Zhao Zheng raised his head and nodded affirmatively. He stared at the crown, and then said, "But my grandson wants a bigger one." Hear this. Yingji laughed: "Hahaha." "Hahaha." The old man's loud laughter resounded throughout the Zhangtai Palace. No one outside the temple knew what was happening. But only Yingji himself knew. Zhao Zheng's answer today made him feel more comfortable. He left without any regrets. Because he truly found the descendants of destiny as prophesied by the ancestor. "The world is yours." "The future is yours, too." "My fellow Qin people, don't forget to go east." "Zheng'er, great-grandfather is dying."
"But my great-grandfather will be watching you from heaven, watching you grow up, watching you become a wise ruler, and watching you unify the country." "Unify the world." “This is my great-grandfather’s great wish.” "It is also the great wish of our ancestors and kings of the Great Qin Dynasty." Yingji spoke slowly, his voice revealing a sense of loneliness and regret. When he first succeeded to the throne, Yingji was young and had unlimited ambitions to unify the world and create the Great Qin Empire. This great wish was what Yingji thought about every day. Looking at the expectant eyes of my great-grandfather in front of me. Zhao Zheng knelt down and bowed: "If Zheng'er really becomes king in the future, he will definitely remember the words of his great-grandfather." "Unify the world and revive our Great Qin." Yingji raised his hand and smiled: "Okay." "Great-grandfather believes in you." But then. Yingji's face gradually turned pale. "I have been in office for fifty-six years." "I take it as my duty to strengthen Qin and unify the world. I think hard every day and dare not neglect it." "Of course." "I only destroyed the Western Zhou Kingdom." "Compared to previous kings, there are more shortcomings." "But it's enough, enough, to see Zheng'er before the end..." "Big brother." "Father." "Yingji, I'm coming to see you." "I don't know... have you ever been disappointed with Yingji..." Yingji murmured. The voice became weaker and weaker, and finally, the eyes that were open gradually closed. His head drooped limply. King Yingji of Qin who reigned for fifty-six years. He died at a young age! See this.
Zhao Zheng's heart trembled. Although this was the first time he met Yingji, Zhao Zheng felt the kindness of an elder from him, which deeply touched his heart while he was stranded in Handan. Or it may be a blood resonance. At this moment, tears unconsciously flowed from Zhao Zheng's eyes. "Saying goodbye to my great-grandfather." Zhao Zheng knelt down, and his childish voice echoed throughout the hall. Just at this sound. The people waiting outside the hall no longer dared to be negligent. Ying Zhu and Ying Zichu ran quickly into the hall. When looking at Yingji 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 wails shook the sky. Follow closely. Inside the palace. Bang, bang, bang! The bell rang nine times, which was the sound of a great funeral. Only when the crown prince, the king, or even the empress passes away will the nine mourning sounds be heard. As the bell rang. The news spread throughout the palace and even into the city of Xianyang. "Nine bells, great mourning." "The king has passed away." "Your Majesty." "Our king..." When the people in Xianyang city heard the bell, many of them put down their work and focused their eyes on the palace.
Countless people gathered outside the palace and knelt outside the palace, their cries echoing through the sky. Yingji! He devoted his life to enriching the country and strengthening the people, and to respecting the law. He has a very high prestige in Daqin. …… PS: Please read my article, give me your recommendation votes, and give me your monthly votes. I would be very grateful. (End of this chapter)