The huge bronze bell in Xianyang Palace made a loud and heavy, rapid and harsh roar.

The bustling Xianyang City suddenly fell into silence at this moment. No matter where everyone was or what they were sitting, they looked up in the direction of Xianyang Palace.

You should know that if the bronze bell in this palace was not related to the rise and fall of the country, it would never be ringed easily.

Thirty-eight years ago, when His Majesty ascended the throne, the roar of this bronze bell resounded over Xianyang City.

Eleven years ago, Your Majesty swept the world and unified the world. On the day of celebration, the bell rang for the second time.

Why did this third time start?

The sound of the bell is not only a shocking bell, but also represents a signal that His Majesty the Emperor urgently summoned the ministers of Xianyang, and was anxious.

In the palace, Wang Jian was originally lying outside on the sun lounger that His Majesty gave him, feeling leisurely and contented.

I was holding a pottery teapot in my hand, which was so inappropriate.

Speaking of Your Majesty, Wang Jian was respectful and afraid. He sometimes rewarded some strange skills to his ministers, which would soon lead the trend.

The merchants and powerful people all followed suit, and even the people began to quietly spread.

The sudden roar of bell woke up Wang Jian, who was alive. He shivered in his heart, and the teapot in his hand fell off.

It fell on the stone slab on the ground in the yard and fell to pieces.

"What happened in the palace?"

Wang Jian stood up directly and immediately shouted with anger: "Master Wang, prepare the car quickly. I will enter the palace to see the car."

"The Duke of the State later."

The manager of the royal palace who was waiting not far away immediately bowed and then left quickly.

Wang Jian walked back and forth in the yard with a serious expression and was very worried.

"Duke, can you tell what happened in the palace?"

At this moment, the eldest princess Ying Yuanman's eyes were red, she walked over and asked softly.

After looking at the face of the eldest princess, Wang Jian knew that His Highness the Princess was coming over crying!

It seems that what His Highness is thinking is exactly the same as what he guesses!

"Your Highness, today is not a good day, nor is it the day of the country's sacrifice. The bells are declining when they ring nine times, and they are the bells of the emperor. Only when His Majesty ascends the throne, will the bells of the bells stop when they ring nine times."

Wang Jian said something in his words, but he did not tell him bluntly.

"The Duke of the State means father..."

Before Ying Yuanman could speak, she could no longer help feeling sad, and the pear blossoms were sobbing in the rain.

"No... Your Majesty shouldn't have it yet... Otherwise, the bell shouldn't be so urgent. It should be that Your Majesty wants to summon the ministers urgently."

Wang Jian shook his head and comforted him.

"What the Duke means is that the father is still fine?"

Ying Yuanman rekindled the fire of hope in his heart, stopped crying, and looked at Wang Jian with anticipation on his face and asked.

"If Your Majesty is healthy, just summon the ministers to send the eunuchs from the palace to summon him. Why should you ring the bell and summon him urgently? I'm afraid that Your Majesty will explain the life behind you."

"The old minister dares not delay any more. He will enter the palace first. Take care of His Highness the Princess."

Wang Jian bowed his hand and then left quickly.

Ying Yuanman closed his eyes with a painful expression, and tears as big as beans slid from her beautiful face.

In just half an hour, all the civil and military officials in Xianyang rushed to the front of the Qitian Hall of Zhangtai Palace.

Zhangtai Palace has two halls in front and back, and the front is Fengtian Hall, which is the place where the emperor is in charge of the government and accepts advice and is in charge of the reign of the court.

Later it was the Hall of Prayering Heaven, which was the place where the emperor rested.

All the civil and military officials in the court were waiting anxiously in the Qitian Palace. Each of them showed a look of worry on their faces, and they had no idea what had happened.

The only calm person is Li Si. He witnessed everything with his own eyes, but how could he gossip about such things?

Especially when is the current time? In extraordinary times, you need to be more careful in your words and actions.

The four great dukes, Ding Duke Meng Tian, ​​led the troops outside, and the rest were present.

Not long after, Bai Zhuo walked in with a brocade imperial edict in hand, stood on the platform, and looked at the cultural relics ministers who were discussing, and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty's Holy Metaphor."

After Bai Zhuo's voice fell, the civil and military officials of the court immediately calmed down and looked over with their eyes.

"Duke Xuan Huguo Wang Jian, Duke Zhu Guofeng Quji, Duke Wei Guo Guo Li Si, Censor Mao Jiao, and meet the emperor in front of the imperial court."

Bai Zhuo shouted loudly.

"I will follow the holy parables of Your Majesty."

The civil and military officials below immediately bowed and bowed.

Soon, under the leadership of Bai Zhuo, Wang Jian, Feng Quji, Li Si and Mao Jiao walked quickly towards the back hall.

The four people behind the Qitian Palace looked at the lying on the couch, closed their eyes tightly, and had a pale face. They immediately bowed and bowed and said, "I will pay my respects to Your Majesty."

"No gift..."

"Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Ying Zheng seemed to be very distressed and said two words, and then made a series of coughing sounds.

It looks like the wind is in its twilight years, the oil is gone, and the lamp is gone, and it is gone at any time.

"I have been unable to do it for decades. I have to take one step first... ahem!"

After Ying Zheng finished speaking, he gasped.

"His Majesty……"

The four of them knelt down, knelt beside Ying Zheng's bed, and listened attentively.

At this time, they dare not interrupt the Hadith, and they dare not miss a word of holy metaphor.

"When a bird is about to die, its singing is sad. When a person is about to die, his words are good. The friendship between the king and the minister for decades, I only trust you in this world and assist the crown prince."

Ying Zheng seemed to be reborn, and suddenly stood up and sat on the couch, staring at the four people, full of energy.

"I will be able to repay you with all my kindness if I die."

The four of them were startled and quickly lowered their heads and said.

"Print an edict."

"Dingguo Duke Meng Tian is leading the army outside, and the war in Zhongnan is in full swing. After I return to heaven, I will order Meng Tian not to return to Beijing to attend the funeral."

"At that time, at a critical moment, all the generals and officials in the border areas of the empire were not allowed to go to Xianyang to attend the funeral, and everything was put on the overall situation of the empire first."

"A hundred years later, the crown prince Ying Yu will inherit the throne. The new king succeeded to the throne and was still young, which was not enough to plan the country. The Duke of Protecting the Country, Wang Jian, the Right Prime Minister Feng Quji, the Left Prime Minister Li Si, and the Censor Mao Jiao were appointed as ministers to assist the new king in governing the country."

"All the princes who have no important positions will be moved to their fiefs after the country is mourned. If there is no edict, they will not be allowed to return to the capital. The concubines in the harem, except for the new king's mother, will all die in the imperial tomb of Mount Li."

"Mrs. Song is gentle, elegant, virtuous and dignified, respects the Empress Dowager, and takes charge of the affairs of the harem. He informs the world, and all the envoys heard about it."

"In the middle of the Wuyin day of the 38th year of Emperor Qin, the imperial edict of Ying Zheng, the imperial edict of the Great Qin Empire."

"Ahem..."

Ying Zheng stretched out his trembling hand, put it beside his mouth, and coughed a few times.

Bai Zhuo held the pen and wrote. After completing it, he touched the imperial edict in front of Ying Zheng and said, "Please check it out."

After a while, he still didn't hear His Majesty's voice. Bai Zhuo said again: "Your Majesty?"

Um?

Wang Jian and the other four knelt in front of the couch, were also worried, but they still did not dare to get up without His Majesty’s edict.

Bai Zhuo slowly raised his head, looking at His Majesty whose eyes were closed and his head was tilted, as if he was sleeping.

Suddenly, he shuddered in his heart, stretched out his right hand and placed it in his majesty's mouth and nose.

"His Majesty……"

Bai Zhuo was immediately scared and lost his soul, kneeled down and cried.

Wang Jian and the other four also cried bitterly almost at the same time: "Your Majesty..."

But at this moment, their tense heartstrings finally relaxed!
Chapter completed!