Early in the morning, at dawn, Ziying appeared at the gate of the palace wearing coarse linen clothes, a white belt around his waist, and a mourning cloth on his head. Zhao Cheng stood on the left, Han Tan on the right, and all the civil and military officials in white were lined up behind him.

The sound of horse hooves sounded, and two carriages came from the direction of Wang Li, Yang Duan and Zhai respectively, and met at the gate of the palace.

Behind the car, the men and women of Wang and Yang's family were in plain clothes, with sad faces and no tears.

Ziying stepped forward to meet him and pushed open the window of the carriage. Wang Li's facial injuries were cleaned up, as if he had never been injured. He had a jade in his mouth and his eyes were closed tightly, as if he was sleeping.

Fengchang sent Wang Li to build a fragrant wood body overnight. The body was no longer the armor of the past. According to Ziying's instructions, it was replaced with gold and jade clothes.

The memory in his mind made it impossible for him to regard Wang Li as an ordinary commander. Under the blood-melting family affection, Ziying really felt that he had lost a close relative.

"Uncle, let's go."

Ziying endured the pain and pushed open the window of Yang Duanhe's car. The skinny old man's curses echoed in his mind, and a strong sense of self-blame surged into his heart.

Fengmao Ziying couldn't help but reminded him hurriedly, "Your Majesty, the time is coming."

Ziying staggered back to Han Tan, and Feng Chang walked out from among the officials, raised his head and shouted: "Raise your voice!"

Suddenly, the family members who had been holding it in all the way burst into tears.

All the ministers in the dynasty were wearing white clothes and covering their faces in tears. Even if they had collaborated with Zhao Gao in the past, they still knew that this general was the pillar that maintained the Qin Dynasty and kept them alive.

Either they are sad, or they feel that the soldiers are gone and the dynasty is in danger.

According to "Zhou Rites", one only needs to raise the voice for fifteen times in the morning and evening. Ziying allowed everyone to cry bitterly until the red sun rose in the east.

Ziying's chest felt like it was being crushed to death by something, and not even a drop of tears fell.

"Your Majesty, it's time to set off." Feng Chang urged, wiping his tears.

The emperor was buried on the seventh day and buried in the seventh month, but the ministers were few.

Ziying just wanted the two commanders to be buried in peace as soon as possible, and did not care about Qin Li.

"Send the two commanders back to Lishan." Ziying ordered.

"Your Majesty, Mount Li is the resting place of the First Emperor. The two commanders seem to be..." Feng Chang reminded.

Ziying's face was expressionless, "The commander has served the country all his life and is buried next to the ancestral dragon. There is nothing wrong with that."

Feng Chang bowed his head and obeyed. Zhao Cheng and Han Tan secretly sighed in their hearts that Zi Ying loved General very much.

Zi Ying was in front, Zhao Cheng and Han Tan were behind, and Feng Chang was walking in the carriage, seeming to be leading the way for the two commanders.

When they arrived at the city of Xianyang, the numb people all over the city spontaneously dressed in plain clothes and followed closely behind the team.

"There are mulberries in the north and poplars in the south.

There are cars rolling around, far away from our country.

The black hair grows old, and the martyrs are the generals.

Looking west to Guanshan, thinking of my hometown!"

Feng often raised his voice and shouted loudly, and all the civil and military officials and the people in the city followed him in singing.

The mighty white formation shook the entire Xianyang City.

Ziying heard this ancient Qin ballad, and felt a little bit of the desolation of the Qin people at that time. Now that she is in it, her whole body seems to be penetrated by a kind of power.

“The valley is as long as a letter, and the river is blue.

Gentleman goes away, I am so hesitant.

Guanshan homeland, together with my son!"

Ziying sang along, and the scenes of the Qin Dynasty, starting from raising horses for the Zhou Dynasty, and fighting on the battlefield for hundreds of years, seemed to be unfolding before their eyes.

Lingfen and Caiwei stood in the tavern, looking at the farewell procession with solemn expressions.

"The direction Ziying and the others are going seems to be towards Mount Li. If that's true, I really admire you." Lingfen sighed.

Caiwei looked at Ziying in front of the team, and there was no murderous look in her eyebrows. She murmured, "He really seems to be a wise king now, but it's a pity..."

Lingfen turned to look at Caiwei, "Everything he did before was probably to deceive Zhao Gao, so don't pay too much attention to it."

Caiwei knew what the master was talking about, and she could let go of those things.

But after the Lu family, the dove occupied the magpie's nest, and Gai Nie was shot to death by Zhao Cheng's poisonous arrow. She could not forget these two things, not to mention that killing the baby was Gai Nie's last wish.

"Master, there are some questions that I can't figure out." Caiwei's face was full of sorrow.

"What's the matter?" Lingfen asked.

"Master Gai Nie didn't take advantage of the sword show to kill Ying Zheng back then, why would he kill Ziying now?" Caiwei asked seriously.

"I've thought about this too." Lingfen paused, "He must have understood the significance of the First Emperor's destruction of the Six Kingdoms, so he didn't kill him. But later he found that the First Emperor's punishment was too harsh, and he felt a little let down.

Bar."

Caiwei looked at Lingfen with clear eyes, "Master, you have already planned to choose someone to assist you. What if you end up like Mr. Gai Nie?"

Lingfen's eyes were still staring at Ziying who was walking away, "He is still young, and it is not clear whether he can become like the First Emperor, but if I am by his side, Ziying will never change."

Caiwei was very conflicted. If her master helped Qin, she didn't know how to face Ziying, Lingfen, or even Gai Nie.

Lingfen saw Caiwei's trouble and asked with a slightly reproachful tone, "Did Gai Nie send you to assassinate Ziying in the palace that day?"

Caiwei was stunned for a moment, not daring to look into Ling Fen's eyes, "Now this is also the master's last wish."

Lingfen sighed in disappointment, "Ganei's mood has completely changed after escaping from death. You don't need to be responsible for his pain, and neither does Ziying."

"But Ziying is the descendant of the Lu family. They deserve to be killed for stealing the capital of Qin." Caiwei frowned.

"Caiwei, do you know the surname of the king of Qi?" Lingfen asked suddenly.

"My surname is Tian." Caiwei didn't know why the master mentioned this.

"No, the Qi State's surname was Jiang, and the prime minister of Qi State replaced the Jiang family." Lingfen enlightened, "The huge Jin State was equally divided by the three families of Han, Zhao, and Wei. Over the past hundred years, big countries have swallowed up countless small countries, and some have reported revenge.

Not coming."

Caiwei lowered her head and said nothing.

"If killing Ziying really makes you feel relieved, the master will not stop you, but will help you." Lingfen said, "Now Ziying is in front, and the guards are far away from him. Are you sure you want to do it?

?”

Caiwei slowly raised her head, and Ziying was gradually walking away.

"Why hesitate?" Lingfen asked.

"I..." Caiwei was confused. All the concepts she had since childhood were taught by two masters. Now that the two masters have conflicting opinions, she has no choice.

Ling Fen quietly waited for his apprentice's reply.

"I...I want to investigate Ying Zheng's life experience and then consider infanticide." Caiwei thought of an excuse in embarrassment.

A smile appeared on Lingfen's face, and Caiwei finally gave in.
Chapter completed!