"What do the old general want to talk to Xu Yan alone?" Chen Xu was a little puzzled, but there was also endless sadness.

"Thank you for the bottle of potion left by Qinghe Hou that day, so that I can persevere until Ben'er returns victoriously. I have fought countless wars, killed countless people, and seen countless people in my life. But I have never seen such a magical figure as Qinghe Hou. Just treat it as the last answer for me. What is the purpose of your mysterious appearance and such a painstaking reform?"

"Xu only does one thing, that is, to make China prosperous and do not follow the previous mistakes!" Chen Xu replied softly.

"The previous move...whether the previous move comes from? Is it the demise of the Great Zhou?" Wang Jian's old face showed endless confusion, and the light in his eyes began to slowly disappear as he muttered softly.

"The previous move is not in front, nor in the latter move. Although the old general doesn't understand, Xu hopes that the old general's trip will not be the end, but a new beginning..."

"A new beginning?!" A bright light suddenly flashed in Wang Jian's turbid and dark eyes.

"Fate is impermanent, who can tell clearly? Xu has already replied that the answer the old general wants. Do you have anything else that Xu needs to do?" Chen Xu shook his head without comment.

"Alas... well... Although I don't understand what Qinghe Hou said, the birds are about to die and the songs are sad; people are about to die and the words are good. I enjoy all my glory and wealth in my life, and I only have one thought before dying. Li's son is young and frivolous, and the Qinghe Hou will ask for mercy in the future!" Wang Jian's voice was vague and hoarse, and a kind of sadness that could not be expressed on his haggard face.

"What does the old general know?" Chen Xu couldn't help but feel his heart moved.

"I can have the status of honor and honor as I am today... it is not because of military tactics and warfare, but because I know how to choose... Although Your Majesty is so talented and has great trust in people... But the army is different from the court. If you are not careful, you will have no bones. My Wang family's merits are too grand. Qin is not as good as it is. However, in the current Qin Dynasty, the army has become increasingly illusory and heavy. I guess that the next step of Qinghe Marquis is to reform the army..." Wang Jian's voice became more and more vague and low, and his breathing became shorter and heavier.

Chen Xu was surprised in an instant, and then nodded slightly: "Yes, the old general's eyes are profound and profound, Xu admires it!"

"Haha... cough cough cough cough cough..." Wang Jian seemed to have heard a big joke. He suddenly coughed violently while laughing. Then he was stunned and reached out and grabbed Chen Xu's wrist tightly, staring at Chen Xu with his eyes tightly, "About Yanmen Pass... please... please see Xiu'er's love... his subordinates... keep... mercy..."

"Pu ~"

Wang Jian used all his strength to say the last sentence, his arm fell on the bed, and the last ray of light in his eyes slowly closed.

"General~~" Chen Xu quickly grabbed Wang Jian's hand and shouted.

"Clang~" The bedroom door was knocked open, and Wang Ben rushed into the room and rushed to the edge of the bed.

"Dad~Dad~~"

No matter how Wang Ben shook and shouted, Wang Jian no longer had any sound, and under Chen Xu's feelings, Wang Jian's hands slowly became cold.

Chen Xu felt a sense of sadness and sadness for no reason, and unknowingly shed two lines of tears. A generation of imperial military god finally could not survive the arrangement of fate. From the time we met, countless memories of dating Wang Jian appeared in his mind, but they could not match the withered old man who was lying on the couch in front of him who had no breath.

Thinking of Wang Jian’s last words, a beautiful and beautiful woman seemed to suddenly appear before her eyes. She was wearing a long blue dress, holding a sword in her hand and her eyebrows were raised. She shone with a lonely and desolate light in her starry eyes.

Chen Xu even regretted it. If time had time, if he told Wang Jian that Wang Qingxiu was not dead, would the old man be happier in the end?

The general died of illness and died. The bad news spread throughout Meiyuan Town. Half an hour later, the news reached Xianyang, and there were crying and howlings everywhere inside and outside the city. Many civilians wore white cloth on their heads to make the general's filial piety.

The First Emperor was extremely mournful. After returning to Xianyang, he announced the cessation of the court for ten days, and ordered the people to ban the marriage within a hundred days. At the same time, he appointed the eldest son Fusu to lead all civil and military officials to Miyuan Town for condolences on his behalf.

Two days after Wang Jian's death, the latest issue of Daqin Metropolis Daily was published. The front page was pitch black and a sacrificial article was printed in gravure. The title was written in a huge hollow font: The fall of the God of War will last forever!

In addition, he used two complete pages to describe the glorious deeds of Wang Jian's life, and finally wrote about Wang Jian's request for the emperor to be frugal and burial before his death.

Inspired and promoted by the Great Qin Metropolis newspaper, the people also carried out a large-scale memorial service. In countless temples, the people went to burn incense and worship, and the Martyrs' Temple was crowded with people. Countless people wore mourning clothes to bow to him. Many people also drove to Miyuan Town to visit Wang Jian's mourning hall and admired the last face of the imperial war god.

The civil and military officials and princes and princes of the court were naturally no exception. Thousands of carriages and horses flocked to Pinyang County from all directions. Meiyuan Town, which is usually quite deserted and peaceful, was extremely noisy. With the spread of newspapers and business travel, the news of the death of the Qin army god will inevitably spread all over the world soon.

On the third day after Wang Jian's death, Chen Xu took Shui Qingrou to the US to pay his respects. Wang Ben also took his family to thank him. Although he wanted to know what his father said to Chen Xu before his death, he did not ask in the end. In any case, funerals are the only thing to do now, and the rest can only be found out from Chen Xu later.

On the same day, Wang Jian was buried in a tomb ten miles southeast of Meiyuan Town. At Wang Jian's request, Wang Ben did not dare to build a luxurious tomb. However, officials from the Ministry of Rites conducted investigations of Jirang and opened the cave to bury it. Prince Fusu, accompanied by more than a hundred people in the Wang family, watched Wang Jian put down the coffin and seal the soil. Then the tomb was surrounded by people from all directions. The burning incense smoke rolled into the sky hundreds of feet high, and prayer flags were inserted into areas of several miles apart, and the sound of mourning and howling sounded for more than ten miles.

"It's getting late, let's go!"

After the tedious funeral, it was almost dusk. Chen Xu and Wang Ben said goodbye and returned to Xianyang. The carriage walked silently for more than ten miles. Looking back, you could still see the thick smoke floating in the sky and the faint crying sounds. On the road, countless people in white wool still went to the Meiyuan in groups.

"Oh~~" Chen Xu sighed silently.

In just a few years, although the Qin Dynasty had undergone earth-shaking changes, he witnessed the defeat of Xiang, the death of Huangshigong, Li Si, Wang Jian, Ji Bu, and even Zhao Gao. Now, the emperor seems to be getting worse day by day. Although it is said that no one can escape from birth, old age, sickness and death, these famous figures in history have disappeared from the front of him, which still makes him sigh.

The death of Wang Jian indicates that the traces left by the struggle for heroism in the seven kingdoms are being flooded by time like a tide. Bai Qi, Lian Po, Li Mu, Wang Jian, the magnificent era of fighting between the four great military gods has finally ended.

Now, even in the future, the Great Qin Dynasty no longer has the shadow of the military god, and everything can only be lived in memory and remembrance.

I still remember the mighty and domineering spirit of killing a tiger for the first time with him.

I still remember the heroic hero who drank wine, ate meat, drew his sword and sang.

I still remember how he looked carefully at all the workshops in Qinghe Town.

I still remember the situation when Wang Qingxiu went to court to correct Zhao Gao after he killed Zhao Qingxiu.

What I remember in particular is that the land deeds of the few boxes of real estate and fields when I raised funds to build the new Cuju Square and more than ten cars of money and jewelry.

Meiyuan Town is more than 100 miles away from Xianyang. Although Chen Xu knew that Wang Jian was seriously ill, he only visited him once during the spring outing. That time, Wang Jian seemed to be in good spirits. When he heard that Chen Xu came to visit, he was very happy to ask his family to serve him and chat with Chen Xu and his family. He even set up a special banquet to have a banquet with Chen Xu to have a banquet. That time, it was obvious that Wang Jian was very happy.

In August, when he heard that Wang Jian was bedridden, Wang Jian's servant even went to Xianyang to report to the First Emperor, hoping to recall the Marquis of Tongwu earlier, but the emperor did not agree and arranged for the imperial physician to go to Meiyuan to treat Wang Jian carefully. Chen Xu also heard Xu Fu talk about Wang Jian's condition, but he still did not take any time to visit him.

However, after waiting and missing again, there was no chance to drink and chat with the war god of the Great Qin Empire again. The last time I met was already the time when I was dying.

"Things at Yanmen Pass..."

Chen Xu lowered his head and pondered. It seemed that Wang Jian knew about Wang Li and was also very clear about what happened. Otherwise, he would not have asked his subordinates to show mercy in his last breath, and even carried out Wang Qingxiu, who he thought had passed away for many years.

"Husband, don't be too sad. General Wang is 69 years old this year. As the saying goes, 70 years old, now he is considered a long life. What's more, the old general has fought on the battlefield all his life. The famous generals of the seven countries who are of the same generation have already passed away. Now he can die of illness at home. In fact, he has a great fortune!" Shui Qingrou sat next to him and gently held Chen Xu's hand and said.

"What my wife said is, I just feel it!" Chen Xu hugged Shui Rou in his arms, "No one can escape from life and death. Some people can see through it, and some people can't see through it, but they don't know what life and death are. Will the dead souls go to another world, and whether the newborn baby comes from another time and space..."

Water gently broke out from Chen Xu's arms, and his beautiful eyes stared at Chen Xu's face, as if he wanted to see something unique. After a long time, she held Chen Xu's face in both hands and said softly: "My husband's idea today is very strange? Mr. Lie once said: All things are born from nature, and thieves are unintentional. Time is like traveling against the journey, and life and death are not as good as love. Life and death are illusory and irresistible. Everything is born as destined like all things. Whether it is life or death, a person's life is short, but it is just a passerby in time. Therefore, Master teaches us to be free and free, but it's a pity..."

"What a pity?" Chen Xu reached out and stroked the two faint scars on Shui Qingrou's cheek and said, "Is it a pity that Senior Aka Songko drove down the mountain?"

Shui Qingrou gently held Chen Xu's hand and rubbed his cheeks, looking at Chen Xu with bright eyes, "It's a pity that Qingrou has no such heart of Tao at all. She couldn't extricate herself from meeting her husband for the first time down the mountain, and it was useless for the master's years of teaching!"

"You are blaming me for saying this!" Chen Xu said with a smile.

"It's just a blaming husband. I was a little bit happy, but I was just young at the beginning..." Shui Qingrou instantly showed her rare little daughter's appearance and arched into Chen Xu's arms.

"It's true that if it weren't for me, you would have been wandering around the world like a big brother Wuya like a wild crane, and you don't need to wait hard to suffer every day in the marquis' mansion..."

"Don't say that, husband, all this is gentle and willing. Whether you are careless or free, whether you are careless or free, where only your husband is, the gentlest and most peaceful place..."

"That's good. In a few years, when the development of the Qin Dynasty is on track, we don't have to stay in Xianyang every day. At that time, we will take a boat to sea with Brother Wuya and Miss Xia, and go to the sea to travel around the mountains, rivers and seas, and find ancient legends. In short, we must not die in this small place of Xianyang in our lives..."

"Really, that's great. Qingrou has always wanted to see the sphinx statue of the demon god and the huge pyramid tomb you mentioned... But what should I do with Wanniang and the fifth princess... and Caiying and Caiwei?"

"Oh~"

It is indeed not a good thing that a woman marrys too much.
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