No one in the world can not die.

Let you be peerless, the crown of the world. In the end, it's also a pink skull.

No matter how much you are screaming, you will eventually turn into a handful of loess.

The First Emperor is gone.

However, this is the end of an era.

Isn't it the beginning of a new era.

The dead have passed away, but the living still have to live after all.

No matter who loses, the sun still rises, rises in the east and sets in the west.

No matter who loses, the sea still rises and falls, and the waves are turbulent.

In a way, the death of the First Emperor was not so pessimistic. The first emperor did not die a few years ago, and it was not Hu Hai who succeeded him. Fusu was not killed by a glass of poisoned wine, and Daqin was not in chaos

In the high-spirited spring breeze, the plain white flag is waving in the spring breeze, and an unprecedented funeral is being held.

It's not that this funeral is huge, on the contrary, it should be the simplest funeral in the history of China.

Scatter my ashes into the sea.

I want to see those places where the Great Qin Black Flag has not yet been displayed.

Perhaps this is the regret of the first emperor, he knows the vast land outside the Great Qin, but he has never seen a day when these lands are full of the black flag of the Great Qin.

Today is the day when the coffin of the First Emperor leaves Xianyang City, Xianyang City is like a prison, and those cumbersome government affairs are like shackles on the First Emperor. The first emperor had to deal with several large truckloads of government affairs every day, and he had not been out of Xianyang City for many years. And now out of the city, it's in this way.

The coffin of the First Emperor was pulled by a carriage, surrounded by countless Qin soldiers dressed in black clothes and black armor. The ashes of the First Emperor will accompany the procession all the way to the mouth of the sea, and then end at the sea to begin the journey.

The procession escorting the coffin slowly moved eastward, and more and more people on both sides of the road had tears on their faces. There was a mournful atmosphere in the air.

The coffin left Xianyang City and drove into the cement road that Daqin had just built in recent years. Ordinary people gathered spontaneously, and thousands of people lined the concrete road. All of them had heavy faces and sad expressions.

The waves rolled in from the horizon, they hit the reef, and the waves splashed like jade. Wave after wave, wave after wave, wave after wave, seemed to herald Daqin.

The sea, this is the sea that the First Emperor had in mind.

Everyone has regrets, and the regret of the First Emperor is the land on the other side of the sea.

"Send Your Majesty."

With a somewhat choked singing, Li Chen personally sank the dragon-shaped coffin containing the ashes of the First Emperor into the mouth of the sea.

After sinking into the coffin of the first emperor, three thousand fired terracotta warriors and horses were also sunk into the sea.

Perhaps, in another world, the First Emperor will bring 3,000 immortal terracotta warriors and horses to conquer the vast territory he has in mind.

More than a month after the funeral of the first emperor, the sorrow of the entire Xianyang City has not yet faded.

Today, it is the enthronement ceremony of the new emperor Fusu.

Before dawn, the entire Xianyang City became noisy. It's time for Fusu to ascend the throne, and if that position is vacant for a day, someone will covet it for a day. Great Qin can't be chaotic, and Fusu is the only person to stabilize Great Qin.

The first emperor had just left, and people's hearts were fluctuating. Whether it is in the court or in the market, there are rumors that if a lame man becomes the emperor of Great Qin, then Great Qin will lose face.

For those who said such things, without exception, Li Chen asked for their heads.

Li Chen didn't know if anyone would come out to make trouble at today's enthronement ceremony. If so, then let them use their blood to render the ceremony.

The entire Xianyang City, from the imperial city to the city gate, was full of the black dragon flag of Daqin. The black carpet has also spread throughout Xianyang, in short, Xianyang has become a black theme.

On the square in the middle of the imperial city, a high platform has been built, where will be the place where Fusu ascended the throne today. Under the black giant dragon flag, there is a burly Great Qin warrior like a heavenly soldier and a heavenly general.

"Generalissimo, the hearts of the people are fluctuating among the hundreds of officials, and I don't know if today's enthronement ceremony can be held smoothly." Zhao Que took the people from the Black Ice Platform to check the utensils used in today's hall one by one to prevent any accidents.

Li Chen held the sword of King Qin given to him by the First Emperor, and said in a deep voice: "If anyone dares to make trouble, then let him see that my sword is not good." ”

It is precisely because of Fusu's lameness that many old-thinking officials think that Fusu becoming the emperor is a shame for Daqin. Because of this, there were many opposing voices in the court.

The voice of opposition, Li Chen allowed him to have, but he could only hide it in his heart, if it came out, then I'm sorry, you have to see if my Li Chen's sword is not good.

In the palace, at this time, Fusu was dressed in a black dragon robe and wore a beaded curtain crown on his head. And now, Fusu's heart is worried. He didn't know if he could do a good job as an emperor and if he could make Great Qin thrive.

Fusu's mind surged with the teachings of the First Emperor to him countless times, and the First Emperor has always been the mountain in Fusu's heart and the reliance of Fusu. And now, the first emperor is gone, and Fusu doesn't know if he can let his father go with peace of mind.

"Father, I will definitely live up to your expectations."

"I will definitely work hard and do my best."

Fusu secretly made up his mind, and under the bead curtain, he had already burst into tears.

The end of one era is not the rise of another.

The first emperor is the mountain of Fusu, and Fusu will eventually become someone else's mountain.

"Your Majesty, the hour has come."

Li Chen walked into the main hall, looked at the young Fusu in front of him, and said with a smile.

"Teacher, do you think I can be a good emperor?"

Fusu looked at Li Chen and asked with some trepidation.

"If you don't do some things, how can you know the result?"

Li Chen smiled and encouraged.

"Teacher, I'm going to do a good job."

Fusu plucked up his courage and said apprehensively.

"Yes, you can do well." Li Chen shouted.

Looking at the young Fusu, Li Chen saw a sense of vitality. Perhaps, he may not be able to do as well as the first emperor, but he has a vigor that the first emperor did not have.

Vibrant, representing a new life, this is a kind of atmosphere that belongs to young people.

The verdant little trees will one day grow into big trees that cover the sky and the sun.

Fusu will one day lead this era.

The First Emperor has done everything that can be paved for Fusu, and the rest of the road will be completed by Fusu himself.

The First Emperor is a peerless emperor and the father of Fusu.

Without the shelter of the first emperor, the rest of the road Fusu must be completed by himself.

Without mountains, he would have learned to be someone else's mountain.

Shelter others from the wind and rain, forge ahead for others, and expand for others.

(PS: The book is about to come to an end, and there will be about twenty chapters to fill in the holes dug in the front.) Finally, I am begging for subscription, thank you readers for accompanying me all the way to the present. ）

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