The Duke of Guardian...

The old and weak Wang Jian was lying on the couch, no longer having the same style as before, and he looked dying.

During this period, Ying Yuanman has been taking care of Wang Jian. A few days ago, the old general had lost consciousness and was completely confused.

He kept muttering his son Wang Ben and his grandson Wang Li, but Wang Ben was responsible for the heavy responsibility and guarded the western border.

Wang Li has traveled across the ocean for more than two years, but there has been no news.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear the weight.

The same is true for not only emperors, but also for the honorable ministers who have been honored for a lifetime.

They also have to take on their corresponding responsibilities to enjoy the glory that ordinary people cannot enjoy.

General Wang has made countless immortal military achievements in his lifetime, but he was about to die in his later years, and there were no descendants beside him to protect him.

"Li'er...you're back!"

"Come to my grandfather and let my grandfather take a good look."

Just as Ying Yuanman was distracted, Wang Jian suddenly stared at the boss, turned over and sat up, looked at Ying Yuanman in front of him, and said with a kind and kind smile on his face.

Ying Yuanman was shocked and hurriedly said, "Elder General, I am Yuanman!"

"Yunman..."

"Are you the eldest princess?"

Wang Jian was stunned, then rubbed his turbid old eyes and said in confusion.

"Yes! It's me, Yuanman, General Wang Li, went out to sea from the ocean and has not come yet."

Ying Yuanman said in a complicated mood that she and Wang Jian have been respecting each other for many years, and they have no so-called relationship between men and women, but they are more like teachers and friends.

"I'm dizzy and confused."

"Thank you, the eldest princess, for taking care of you during this period."

Wang Jian coughed a few times, and suddenly felt like he had lost his energy and slowly lay down.

"As the wife of the old general, this is what Yuanman is doing."

Ying Yuanman sighed, feeling a little heavy.

Wang Jian stretched out his trembling right hand, pointed to an exquisite box in front of the bed and said, "There are... three letters here, one for you, one for Ben'er, and one for Li'er... cough cough cough!"

After saying this, Wang Jian seemed to have used all his strength and gasped.

"It is better for the veteran general to cultivate more and speak less. Yuanman immediately asked someone to invite the imperial physician."

Ying Yuanman saw that Wang Jian seemed to be in a very bad condition and said anxiously.

"No...no need. I know my own body very well. The deadline has come, and it has nothing to do with the disaster."

"If you don't say some words, I'm afraid you will never have a chance again, ahem!"

Wang Jian looked at Ying Yuanman and said with a look of knowing destiny.

"The Old General."

Ying Yuanman said with tears in his eyes and sadness.

"Wang Jian has been careful all his life and never had any serious mistakes. The only thing he is sorry for is the eldest princess. Over the years, although you and I have the name of a husband and wife, they have no reality."

"It's not Wang Jian's heart, nor is it the princess' fault. But Wang Jian has been fighting on the battlefield for many years and has been injured countless times. Wang Jian is old and has no intention of having a relationship with his children."

"Your Majesty is so kind that the old minister has no blessing to climb to the royal family."

"When Wang Jian was alive, it was not difficult to divorce his wife. How to take into account the face of the royal family and Wang?"

"Now that Wang Jian's deadline has arrived, the princess can find another good relationship, and there is no need to be restrained by Wang again."

"I, Wang Jian, have been heroic for the rest of my life, but I will only let the princess down!"

Wang Jian stared at Ying Yuanman with a guilty face. After saying that, his head tilted, completely cutting off his vitality.

"The Old General..."

Soon the Duke of Guardian rang out, and there were endless crying.

Ying Zheng was in Chengtian Palace, watching a mini cart running on the cycle track on an exquisite circular circle.

"Your Majesty, I wonder if I'm satisfied?"

He was about to be the young master and said a little nervously when he looked at the expressionless Your Majesty.

“How long will it take for the finished product to be put into production?”

Ying Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the model with a bright look.

"When you go back to your Majesty, there are still many difficulties to overcome. I think it will take at least five years."

Gong Shumo said a conservative estimate and said nervously.

“It’s been too long.”

Ying Zheng's voice is tepid, making people feel happy and happy without hearing.

But Gong Shumo heard His Majesty’s dissatisfaction, and obviously His Majesty did not like this answer.

"If there is any point in your Majesty, two years should be enough to succeed."

Gong Shumo complained and said carefully.

"Will the Qin generals will collapse in their young mansion without me?"

"If so, I think you, who will be the young mansion, seems a bit incompetent."

Ying Zheng turned around and looked at Gongshumo, saying meaningfully.

"Your Majesty has clearly understood that over the years, almost all major projects of the empire have been personally supervised and completed by His Majesty."

"The old minister is ashamed. The loser is famous for his skilled craftsmanship. However, before Your Majesty, we are willing to give up the disadvantage and feel ashamed."

Although Gong Shumo was very afraid, he would never dare to make a military order before His Majesty. If the construction cannot be completed as scheduled, it would be a crime of deceiving the emperor.

"After Lu Ban, it is difficult to regain the glory of his ancestors."

Ying Zheng said with deep meaning, then waved his hand.

Gong Shumo dared not refute. He had no face or confidence, so he could only bow and say, "I will leave."

But Your Majesty neither agreed nor refused, so I really don’t know what it means!

After leaving, Gongshumo felt a headache.

"His Majesty……"

At this moment, Zhao Zhong ran all the way, shouting while running.

When Gong Shumo saw this, he was a little shocked. What's wrong?

What big thing happened?

Can the eunuchs be so disobedient?

But all this has nothing to do with him. The only thing he can do is pray that the steam rail car that His Majesty is looking forward to will be put into production as soon as possible.

Rail carts are not rare. Daqin had wooden track carts, which could make horses more labor-saving and pull heavier and heavier carts.

But this steam train opened his eyes and could run by himself without anything. It was a magical thing!

"What a moral character?"

Ying Zheng was looking at the model steam rail car when he heard Zhao Zhong shouting from afar and frowned slightly.

"Your Majesty... Duke of the Kingdom, Old General Wang, took his last breath not long ago, passed away and died."

Zhao Zhong choked and bowed and bowed.

Wang Jian, are you leaving?

Why!

Although I expected this day to come, I didn't expect it to come so soon.

After his birthday, Wang Jian was critically ill, resigned from all positions, and recuperated in the mansion.

Unexpectedly, that time, the king and his subjects would be separated forever.

The Qin Dynasty swept across the six kingdoms, and the Wang family destroyed the fifth one...

Although this is not only the contribution of Wang, it can be seen that Wang's achievements are extraordinary.

Wang Jian is gone, who will be the next one?

Next year, I will be in power for 37 years. Can I escape the deadline?

The sadness in Ying Zheng's heart slowly arose, and he felt a little lonely for a moment.

Zhao Zhong looked at His Majesty silently, his back was bleak, his heart tense, and he did not dare to relax at all.

"I buried him with a state ceremony. His only son Wang Ben guarded the western border, and his only grandson Wang stayed far away from the ocean. He ordered the prince of the Eastern Palace, Gongzi Yu, to go to Lingqian to mourn, and to serve his descendants with filial piety and support the spirit."

"All civil and military officials in the court, all the princes and nobles in Guanzhong will go to the Duke's Mansion to attend the funeral."

Ying Zheng turned his back to Zhao Zhong, his voice a little tired. After saying that, he sat down directly and looked at the constantly circulating rail car model.

"Since the order."

Zhao Zhong immediately bowed his hand and did not dare to disturb the emperor's carriage, and then hurriedly left.
Chapter completed!