A few days later, Li Chen was discussing with Liu Bang and others in Shimen Mountain about meeting with envoys from various countries.

"Master Hou?"

Li Chen was discussing with Liu Bang how to plan and calculate the plans of the envoys of various countries, and Zhao Que hurriedly walked in, with an anxious look on his face. Needless to say at this time, Li Chen looked at Zhao Que's face and knew that something terrible had happened.

"What's the matter?" Li Chen speculated uneasy in his heart, and hurriedly asked.

"General Wang Jian has passed away." Zhao Que said with a heavy face.

Today's Daqin is really a house leak that happened to rain overnight, the first emperor is seriously ill and bedridden, and Wang Qian, the only remaining veteran of Daqin, has not survived this winter. This omen of confusion and guarding the heart is really not a good sign, and now the entire Xianyang City is in mourning.

Wang Jian is running around for the Great Qin, and he has experienced the four generations of Great Qin monarchs of Qin Zhaoxiang, Qin Xiaowen, Qin Zhuangxiang and Qin Shi Huang. When Qin Zhaoxiang was king, Wang Jian was still a hairy boy. King Qin Xiaowen and King Qin Zhuang Xiang were both short-lived monarchs, one ruled for one year, and the other ruled for three years before dying with a whimper. Wang Jian also began to gradually become a famous general of Great Qin after the first emperor took power.

Although Wang Jian rose to the time of the First Emperor, he was already in the limelight among the younger generation when he was King Zhaoxiang of Qin. In the rising battle of Great Qin, the Battle of Changping, although the protagonist is Bai Qi, the first general of Qin. But at that time, Wang Qian, who was still a hairy boy, had already begun to emerge. At that time, Wang Jian offered a plan to King Qin Zhao and induced Pingyuan Jun to send a letter to Guguan for a banquet, thus detaining Pingyuan Jun and sending him to Xianyang.

Wang Jian spent almost all his life on the war, he led the army to eliminate Yan and Zhao, and then swept away the Three Jins, and finally defeated Xiang Yan and eliminated the Chu State. But as soon as I say that, at least half of the current rivers and mountains of Daqin were beaten down by Wang Jian and his son.

Wang Qian's death can be said to be like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's hearts, making the entire Xianyang City anxious. The signs of the Luminous Mind were like a nightmare looming over the hearts of the ministers.

Wang Qian's death is not a coincidence, he is already old, and he has many dark wounds left by his youth. The most important thing is that the Wang family is rigidly bound to Li Chen, so when Hu Hai occupied Xianyang, the Wang family, including Wang Qian, was hiding everywhere. Under the hard work, Wang Jian was not in good health, and his blood was even worse.

Although Wang Qian's death is excusable, it is really not timely. When he heard the news of Wang Qian's death, Li Chen felt that his face was twitching, and the muscles on his forehead were wrinkled together. Then, followed by a feeling of emptiness in my heart.

"Let's go, let's go see the old general for the last time." Li Chen sighed and said to the few people beside him.

People are born, old, sick and die, and all people will have a day when they will move towards the end, but when they really see the person in front of them leaving, the loss in their hearts is indescribable. Now, Li Chen's eyes are still like an old farmer, smiling and holding a hoe.

It was the middle of winter, and the weather in Xianyang was exceptionally cold. After a heavy snowfall a few days ago, the entire city of Xianyang was covered with snow.

Wang fu.

In the high-spirited snow, the black tiger head gate of the Wang family is particularly conspicuous. The plaque at the gate is hung with a spiritualist flag and a white paper lantern. The lantern glows with a faint yellow glow that makes people shudder.

Li Chen, Zhao Que and others came to the gate of the palace, and the smell of burning paper money came to their faces. There were several Wang men standing at the door, dressed in white filial piety and with sad faces.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Three shocking drums, and then a loud voice shouted: "Generalissimo of the world's soldiers and horses, Rong Lu waits for Li Chendao." ”

Li Chen walked into the courtyard, and the courtyard was full of Wang children dressed in white filial piety, their faces were sad, and some of their eyes were still red and swollen from crying.

The coffin of the old general Wang Jian was in the same room in the main hall, and in front of the dark coffin was a square table, on which offerings and incense candles were placed. In front of the square table was a burning brazier, in which yellow paper was filled.

Li Chen walked to the mourning hall, knelt down with a sad face, and respectfully kowtowed to Wang Qian's coffin three times. Wang Li was kneeling on both sides of the mourning hall at this time, and he was already crying like a tearful man at this time.

Li Chen's current identity, that is the sword on the court, and he does not worship the king. In fact, with such an identity, no one will say anything even if he only bows before the spirit. But in Li Chen's heart, Wang Jian is a respectable elder. Li Chen did not have many close relatives in this era, and Wang Jian was like his grandfather in his heart.

Wang Li and some of Wang's juniors held the coffin and cried bitterly, as if they thought of the sad place, Wang Li was almost out of breath crying, his lips were chapped and his face was bloodless. The relationship between Wang Li and Wang Jian is particularly deep, even above his father Wang Ben.

Wang Li is the kind of person who was brought up by his grandfather, since he can remember, Wang Ben has been at the border all the year round, and it is Wang Jian who accompanies him all year round and pulls him up. At this time, no one could understand Wang Li's feelings. He looked at his grandfather in the coffin, his hands clenched into fists, his nails embedded in the flesh, and he didn't know how to puncture his palm.

Li Chen glanced at Wang Jian in the coffin, the old general was still the same old peasant. It's just that now there is no blood on his face, the skin that leaks out is also yellow and dry, and his white hair has lost its vitality like withered grass.

There were still many officials waiting to worship in the back, and Li Chen withdrew from the mourning hall. As soon as Li Chen returned to the courtyard, he was greeted by the elders of the Wang clan. According to Li Chen's current identity, such a distinguished guest naturally can't hang here.

"On the day of the old general's funeral, I'll come to support the old general's coffin." Li Chen said to the elder of the Wang clan.

"In this way, it is natural that you can't ask for it." The elder of the Wang clan readily agreed.

The meaning of holding the coffin is to escort the deceased on their last journey, so as to avoid the deceased being disturbed by imps on the way to the underworld. According to folk sayings, the more noble the person, the more he has a momentum, which is not to say that he is afraid of ghosts, but even the officials of the underworld must respect three points. Therefore, the more noble the status of the person supporting the coffin, the more respected the deceased in the coffin is even if he goes to the underworld.

Now in the entire Great Qin, in addition to the First Emperor and Fusu, who else is more identical than Li Chen. Even some princes are three points shorter in front of Li Chen. Now Li Chen can take the initiative to support Wang Qian's coffin, which is of course good for the Wang family.

At this time, it will be some time before the funeral of General Wang Jian. The messenger who went to the Great Wall to report to Wang Ben had just set off, and it would take at least ten days to wait for Wang Ben to come back.