Chapter 39 Zhao Zheng: Did the teacher come from the ancestral temple? "It seems that the person who taught him in Zhao State was a capable person." "An eight-year-old child has been taught so well." "to be honest." "I was greatly surprised to see you today, sir." Lu Buwei said with emotion. "Not only you are surprised, brother. I am too." Ying Zichu said with some emotion. Judging from Zhao Zheng's various performances, his character, his courage, and even his conversation. All of them are superior. They are much more outstanding than the royal children who received clan education in Xianyang. "What do you think about the assassination attempt and the blocking of the palace gate, my son?" Lu Buwei asked Ying Zichu. "It is clear."
"My stepmother doesn't want Zheng'er to return." "But his method is too despicable." Ying Zichu frowned and said coldly. "At the end of the day." "The heir has no feelings for Madam Huayang. They just use each other for their own benefit." "After all, among Lord An Guojun's sons, only the adopted son has no help from his mother's family. He is isolated and helpless. This is what Madam Huayang wants." "But now, my son no longer needs to worry about Madam Huayang." "Just show due respect and etiquette to filial piety," said Lu Buwei. "Please rest assured, brother." "I know how to do this." "Zheng'er is the one who predicted the destiny of the universe by the ancestor, and he is also my eldest son." “His position is unchallengeable.” "If they still dare to attack Zheng'er, don't blame me for being ruthless." A cold look flashed in Ying Zichu's eyes. …… Prince's Mansion! "madness." "Reckless." "Can you discuss everything with me?" Huayang pointed at Mi Chen who was kneeling in front of him, with a look of disappointment. "sister." "The situation is clear now."
"I underestimated Zhao Zheng. He actually dared to enter the city with a sword on his head." "I really didn't expect him to be so bold." Mi Chen said with a depressed look. "Even now, you still think that Zhao Zheng is the brave one. Don't you think you are the brave one?" Huayang cursed angrily. "sister." "You also saw what happened in Zhangtai Palace." "The king actually made Zhao Zheng's mother his legal wife, and Zhao Zheng his legitimate son." "As long as Zhao Zheng doesn't die, there will be no chance for him to become a dragon in the future." Mi Chen said anxiously. Mention it. Huayang also frowned. But then. She looked at Mi Chen worriedly: "The prince has already issued an order. He likes this grandson very much. Don't do anything small during this period. Mi Lin has been imprisoned and his military power has been taken away. I don't want you to be the next one." "Now that the king has passed away, the court will usher in changes." "I will do my best to push you to the position of prime minister." As soon as you hear the position of prime minister. Mi Chen bowed immediately: "Sister, thank you for everything." Wait until Mi Chen leaves. Madam Huayang showed a thoughtful look on her face: "Zhao Zheng, at the age of eight, how can he be so courageous? Does he have someone supporting him?" - The next day! In front of the ancestral temple! All the civil and military officials in the court gathered together. All of them were dressed in mourning. The area around the ancestral temple and even the entire Xianyang city were covered by white sails. When the King of Qin died, the whole country mourned. As Zongzheng Ying Bing walked out of the ancestral temple. It also announced that the grand funeral ceremony was about to begin. Boom! Boom! The bell rang nine times. "The descendants of the royal family enter the ancestral temple to observe mourning." Ying Bing said loudly. echoed. Led by Ying Zhu. Around him were some of his brothers and sisters, and the younger generation behind them.
And beside Ying Zhu. Ying Zichu followed him. Zhao Zheng stayed by his father's side, and of course, Ying Chengjiao was also by Zhao Zheng's side. The Grand Ceremony! All the royal family members in Xianyang are here. Take a look. The number of people is no less than five hundred. "Please invite the royal family into the palace." Ying Bing shouted loudly, led by Ying Zhu. Holding the soul-calling banner used for sacrifice, he slowly walked towards the main hall of the ancestral temple. Ying Zichu was the second heir as the adopted son. Zhao Zheng was the third. This is the difference between legitimate and illegitimate children, the difference in status. Before his death, the King of Qin gave Zhao Zheng the status of the legitimate son, allowing him to be ranked third. "The ancestral temple." "The most mysterious place in Daqin." Zhao Zheng followed his grandfather and father and walked slowly, with his head held high, but his peripheral vision was fixed on the ancestral temple in front of him, full of curiosity. After what my father said yesterday. Zhao Zheng became more and more curious about this ancestral temple that was personally opened by the ancestor when the Qin Dynasty was founded. even. He had a feeling. My teacher is related to this ancestral temple. During the two years of teacher’s instruction. Zhao Zheng also remembered a sentence his teacher taught him. "Zheng'er, you must remember when you are dealing with people in the future that no one will be nice to you for no reason. No matter how close someone is to you, you must always be on guard in your heart and never trust them completely." Because of this sentence. Zhao Zheng once asked his teacher this question. "Then teacher, why are you so nice to Zheng'er?"
For this. Qin Ying only replied: "You will understand it later." Before it was returned to the Qin State. Zhao Zheng has been thinking about his teacher's words. After all the countries are destroyed and China is unified, he will be able to see his teacher again. and so. My teacher should be from Daqin. Yesterday I learned about the existence of the ancestral temple and learned about its heritage and power. Zhao Zheng suddenly wondered whether his teacher was from the Qin Ancestral Temple? "teacher." "Will you be in this ancestral temple?" Zhao Zheng thought secretly in his heart, full of anticipation for the ancestral temple he was about to enter. If he could see his teacher again, Zhao Zheng would be willing to pay any price. For Zhao Zheng, the teacher is not only his savior, but also the light that teaches him everything. There is the righteousness of a teacher, the kindness of an elder, and the comfort among friends. Zhao Zheng could never forget the two years they spent together. "The royal women will observe mourning outside the ancestral temple for three days." "All officials will see him off in the ancestral temple for a day." Ying Bing said loudly again. "I congratulate you, Your Majesty." All the officials in the court were dressed in mourning and knelt outside the main hall of the ancestral temple. Farewell to their king. Enter the main hall of the ancestral temple! A coffin was placed in the center of the hall. Yingji's body was already inside. There are candles and incense all around the coffin. There was a sad and gloomy atmosphere in the whole hall. "The ceremony of observing mourning begins." Ying Bing stood at one side of the hall and said loudly. Led by Ying Zhu.
Hundreds of royal family members all knelt in front of the coffin. no matter who. Everyone has different thoughts at this moment. As sad as Ying Zhu. There are also those who act indifferent and pretend to be sad, but in fact they are only thinking about when they can go back. A dragon gives birth to nine sons, all of whom are different. Even though everyone here is Yingji's blood relative, this is how it is in the royal family. It is impossible for every father to be loving and every son to be filial. Zhao Zheng glanced at the ancestral temple hall. He did not look around, but knelt down and looked at the coffin with a serious face. "Great-grandfather." "Although Zheng'er has only met you once, Zheng'er will remember your kindness to him." "Let Zheng'er see you off for the last time." Zhao Zheng murmured in his heart. …… PS: Please read my article, recommend it, and give me your monthly vote. Thank you. (End of this chapter)