Chapter 42 Ying Bing: The position of Zongzheng should be abdicated and another Zongzheng should be elected! "Great doctor." Ying Zhu shouted immediately. I saw the great doctor who had been serving outside the hall running over quickly. Squatted in front of Zhao Zheng. He touched Zhao Zheng with his hand. Then take the pulse. "Your Highness." "Master Zheng is too tired, and his body seems to be exhausted from the long journey." "That's why I fainted." "But please rest assured, Prince and heir."
“Young Master Zheng has practiced martial arts and seems to have reached the innate state. He has true energy and will fully recover after a few days of rest.” The doctor replied immediately. "That's good." Ying Zhu breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Zhao Zheng, he also showed a kind look. "Zheng'er has just returned from Zhao State. He has been exhausted from the long journey by boat and carriage. He hasn't had a good rest yet. He hasn't had any food or water for three days, so he is weak." Ying Zichu said slowly. "Take Zheng'er back to the Grand Medical Hall to recuperate." Ying Zhu said immediately. But this time! Zhao Zheng slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the great doctor beside him, as well as the concerned eyes of Ying Zhu and Ying Zichu. "grandfather." "My grandson is fine." "Now is the time when King Yu's great-grandfather is returning to his mausoleum. No matter what, I, your grandson, will see him off." Zhao Zheng said weakly. Upon seeing this, Ying Zhu originally wanted to speak up and try to persuade them. But looking at the determination in Zhao Zheng's eyes. Finally, he nodded: "Okay." "Thank you, grandfather." Zhao Zheng thanked him, struggled to sit up, and knelt in front of the coffin again. Looking at Zhao Zheng's performance. Ying Zhu was relieved in his heart: "Good boy!" "If he had been brought back earlier, he wouldn't have to suffer so much in Zhao State." As time goes by. The three-day deadline has arrived!
Ying Bing, who had been sitting quietly beside the coffin, slowly stood up and said loudly: "The three-day mourning period has come!" "In the name of the clan, the king's body will be buried in the ancestral mausoleum of Mount Li." "Follow the teachings of our ancestors." "The group to Mount Li was escorted by all the clan disciples." Ying Bing announced loudly. "Follow the teachings of our ancestors." Ying Zhu and all the royal descendants behind him bowed. "The king's mourning period is over." "The Crown Prince should focus on the country's cause." "Succeed to the throne soon." "The ancestral temple will hand over the royal seal to the new king who succeeds to the throne." "And the enthronement ceremony will be held in the ancestral temple." Ying Bing said. Ying Zhu stood up and replied, "The mourning period set by the ancestral temple has come, but as a commoner, my mourning period has not yet passed." "One year." "In one year, Ying Zhu will take over the throne of King Qin." "Please help me, Zongzheng." Ying Zhu looked sincere. Seeing Ying Zhu like this. Ying Bing didn't force anything. Ying Ji has passed away. As the crown prince, Ying Zhu had already taken over the military and political affairs. Even if he did not succeed to the throne as king first, the military and political affairs of the Qin Dynasty would still not be in chaos. "Since you have decided." "Then it's up to you." Ying Bing said slowly. "Thank you, Zong Zheng." Ying Zhu thanked him immediately. Ying Bing looked at the many royal descendants kneeling outside, and then said, "I, Ying Bing, was appointed as the head of the clan during the reign of King Huiwen. I have held this position for eighty-three years. In the next two years, I will select outstanding descendants from the royal family to serve as the head of the clan, take over the power of the ancestral temple, and inherit the right of the ancestral temple to communicate with the King of Qin." Hear this. The eyes of many royal children who had not eaten or drunk anything for three days all lit up, and each of them showed anticipation. Da Qin Zongzheng. He held one of the Nine Ministers.
of course. These nine ministers are the nine official positions in the Qin Dynasty's court. But the real duty of the Zong Zheng is to control the ancestral temple and his status is lofty. It is equivalent to the patriarch of the royal family. Achieve such a status. It can be said that he is truly second to none. and. You can also get access to secrets about the ancestral temple. This is a great attraction for any royal descendant. "Is the Zongzheng going to step down as Zongzheng?" "Is there something wrong with Ying Zhu?" Ying Zhu's face changed. "Don't think too much, Prince." "I am old, and I have served two dynasties, with the longest tenure among all the clan leaders in history. I am retiring this time in order to return to the ancestral temple to practice in seclusion." Ying Bing said with a smile. of course. The specific reason is naturally that his ancestor successfully created the next realm of martial arts: the realm of supernatural powers. Gongfa. Ying Bing has already received it. If he continues to hold this position as the chief patriarch, although he is blessed with the invisible luck of the country, he will also be burdened with national responsibilities, which will delay his cultivation. "I wonder if Zongzheng has a candidate in mind?" Ying Zhu asked Ying Bing with some anticipation in his eyes. "There are many children of the royal family. I will test them secretly." "The choice of the orthodox clan, the legitimate heir of our royal family, possesses a natural talent for martial arts, and has noble character." "None of these is indispensable." Ying Bing said. Hear this. Ying Zhu also nodded somewhat disappointedly. He originally wanted to nominate one of his sons. "The succession of clan leaders is decided by the ancestral temple. No matter who it is, as long as it is decided by the clan leader, I will definitely support it." Ying Zhu said with a fist clasped. "All right." "Let's not talk about this for now." "Now I am going to send the king's coffin to the ancestral tomb in Mount Li."
Ying Bing started talking. A wave of his hand. "Where are the clan disciples?" "exist." next moment. I saw a dozen clan disciples coming into the main hall from the side hall. Each of them exudes the spirit of a warrior. "The ancestral temple is indeed worthy of being called the ancestral temple." "These dozen or so clan disciples look no more than 40 years old, but they have all reached the Grandmaster level." “I wonder how much the ancestral temple hides.” Zhao Zheng raised his head and looked at the clan disciples surrounding the coffin, and couldn't help but be secretly shocked. Grandmaster! Maybe I won’t excel in front of the Grand Master. But if in the army, a master warrior is enough to serve as a general of ten thousand men, and can kill hundreds or even thousands of armored soldiers by himself. This is enough to show how powerful a grandmaster warrior is. "Lift up the coffin and return to Mount Li." Ying Bing shouted loudly. "Follow the clan's orders." All the clan disciples responded immediately. Nine people carried the coffin, and nine people held soul-calling banners, and walked out of the hall. "Farewell, Father." Ying Zhu bowed to the coffin. "Farewell Grandfather (Great-grandfather)." All the royal descendants bowed to the coffin. Send Yingji's body on its final journey. Follow the coffin and leave the ancestral temple. Leave the palace. Arrived in Xianyang city! The Imperial Guards have already protected both sides of the pipeline, but there are still countless civilians on both sides. The streets are empty, all of them are here to see King Qin off for the last time.
"Farewell, Your Majesty." "The old Qin people respectfully send off the king..." Waves of wailing and howling echoed throughout the city of Xianyang. Along with this, paper money was also scattered from the sky. This is the people of the Great Qin bidding farewell to their king as he sets off for the last time. "Birth, old age, sickness and death." "End of life." "This is the fate that God has given to the human race." "The lifespan limit is a barrier that locks the human race to death, so that the human race will never have the power to fight against them." "The human race has also become mortals in the eyes of the immortals." Above the void. Watching Ying Ji's coffin being driven out of the palace and returned to Mount Li under the personal care of Ying Bing. Inside the ancestral temple, Qin Ying, who was watching with his spiritual awareness spread out silently, was moved. …… PS: Please keep reading, please keep reading, please keep reading! (End of this chapter)