The huge bronze bell in the Xianyang Palace emitted a long, heavy, rapid and piercing roar one after another.

The lively Xianyang City suddenly fell silent at this moment, and everyone looked in the direction of Xianyang Palace, no matter where they were or what they were sitting on.

You must know that if the bronze bell in this palace is not related to the rise and fall of the country, it will never ring easily.

Thirty-eight years ago, His Majesty ascended the throne, and the roar of this bronze bell resounded in the sky above Xianyang City.

Eleven years ago, His Majesty swept the world and ruled the four seas, and the bell rang for the second time on the day of national celebration.

What is the reason for this third time?

The bell is not only a bell that shocks the world, but also represents a signal that His Majesty the Emperor urgently summoned the ministers of Xianyang, and 100,000 are urgent.

In the palace, Wang Jian was lying outside on the sun lounger that His Majesty had given him, leisurely enjoying the sun.

Holding a clay teapot in his hand, it was not appropriate.

Speaking of His Majesty, Wang Jian was both respectful and awe-struck, and sometimes rewarded some strange skills to the courtiers below, and soon he could lead the trend.

Merchants and magnates in the market have followed suit, and even the people have begun to quietly circulate.

The sudden roaring bell woke up Wang Qian, who was there with the old god, and his heart trembled, and the teapot in his hand fell off.

It fell on a stone slab on the ground in the courtyard and shattered into pieces.

"There's something big going on in the palace?"

Wang Jian got up directly, and immediately roared angrily: "Steward Wang, prepare the car quickly, my father wants to enter the palace to see the driver." ”

"Guogong will wait a moment."

The steward of the palace, who was waiting not far away, immediately bowed his hand, and then walked away quickly.

Wang Jian walked back and forth in the courtyard, looking solemn and worried.

"Guogong, do you know what happened in the palace?"

At this moment, the eldest princess Ying Yuanman's eyes were red, she walked over and asked softly.

Glancing at the eldest princess's face, Wang Jian knew that Her Royal Highness the princess was crying!

It seems that what Her Royal Highness thinks in her heart is the same as what she guesses!

"Your Royal Highness Princess, today is not an auspicious day, nor is it a national sacrifice day. The bell rings nine times and fades, which is the bell of the Son of Heaven. Only on the day of His Majesty's accession to the throne did the bell ring nine times. ”

Wang Jian had something to say, but he didn't tell him directly.

"The meaning of the prince is the father ...... the emperor"

Before Ying Yuanman could speak, he couldn't hold back his sadness anymore, and the pear blossoms brought rain and sobbed.

"No...... Your Majesty shouldn't have ...... yet Otherwise, the bell should not be so urgent, it should be His Majesty who wants to summon the ministers urgently. ”

Wang Jian shook his head and comforted.

"What does Guogong mean is that his father is okay?"

Ying Yuanman rekindled the flame of hope in his heart, stopped crying, looked at Wang Jian with anticipation on his face and asked.

"If Your Majesty is healthy, you can summon the ministers to send the palace attendants to summon you, so why do you need to ring the bell and summon urgently, I am afraid that Your Majesty will explain the world after death."

"The old minister didn't dare to delay any longer, he entered the palace first, and Her Royal Highness the princess cherished it."

Wang Jian arched his hand, and then walked away quickly.

Ying Yuanman closed her eyes with a painful expression, and teardrops the size of beans slipped down her delicate face.

It was only half an hour before and after, and the civil and military officials in Xianyang all rushed to the front of the Prayer Hall of Zhangtai Palace.

Zhangtai Palace has two halls before and after, the front is the Fengtian Palace, which is the place where the emperor presides over the government and admonishes and faces the parliament.

Later, it was the temple of prayer for heaven, which was the place where the emperor rested.

The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were waiting anxiously in the Temple of Prayer, and each of them had a worried look on their faces, completely unaware of what was happening.

The only one who was calm and calm was Li Si, who had witnessed everything with his own eyes, but how could he chew on the root of his tongue in such a thing?

Especially when is it now? In extraordinary times, it is even more necessary to be cautious in words and deeds.

The four great princes, Meng Tian, the prince of Dingguo, led the army outside, and the rest were all present.

It didn't take long for Bai Zhuo to walk in with the brocade cloth holy decree in his hand, standing on the high platform, looking at the cultural relics and ministers who were talking about it, he shouted loudly: "Your Majesty's holy word." ”

After Bai Zhuo's voice fell, the Manchu Dynasty Wenwu immediately fell silent, and looked over with their eyes.

"Xuanhu Duke Wang Qian, Zhuguo Duke Feng Quji, Wei Guo Duke Li Si, Imperial Historian Mao Jiao, Imperial Commander Mao Jiao, Imperial Driver."

Bai Zhuolang shouted.

"Your Majesty's Sacred Sayings."

The civil and military officials below immediately bowed down and bowed their hands.

Soon, under the guidance of Bai Zhuo, Wang Qian, Feng Quji, Li Si, and Mao Jiao walked briskly towards the apse.

After coming to the Prayer Heaven Hall, the eyes of the four of them fell on His Majesty, who was lying on the couch, his eyes were closed, and his face was pale, and he immediately bowed and said, "Wait, meet Your Majesty." ”

"Free ...... Courtesy ......"

"Ahem! Cough! Cough! Cough! ”

Ying Zheng seemed to say two words very bitterly, and then let out a series of coughing sounds.

A look of the wind and candles, the oil is exhausted, and the lamp is dry, and he will die at any time.

"The monarch and the minister have been for decades, I can't do it, I have to go first...... Ahem! ”

After Ying Zheng finished speaking, he gasped.

"Your Majesty......"

The four of them knelt down, knelt beside Yingzheng's couch, and listened attentively.

At such times, they did not dare to interrupt the hadith, much less to miss a single word of the parable.

"The bird is dying, and its song is mourning. When a man is about to die, his words are good. The friendship between monarchs and ministers has been decades, and I only trust you in this world to assist the crown prince well. ”

Ying Zheng seemed to return to the light, suddenly got up and sat on the couch, staring at the four people, and said with a full sense of anger.

"It is difficult for the ministers to die to repay the king's kindness."

The four of them were taken aback, and hurriedly lowered their heads and said.

"Edict."

"Dingguo Gong Meng Tian is leading the army, and the war between Central and South China is in full swing. After I returned to heaven, the imperial decree Meng Tian was not allowed to return to Beijing for funeral. ”

"At the critical juncture of the implementation of the new policy, all the generals in the border areas of the empire, as well as the officials in various places, were not allowed to go to Xianyang to mourn, and everything was based on the overall situation of the empire."

"A hundred years later, the crown prince Ying Yu should inherit the throne. The new monarch succeeded to the throne, but he was still young and not enough to seek a country. Appointed Wang Qian, the protector of the country, Feng Quji, the right prime minister, Li Si, the left prime minister, and Mao Jiao, the imperial historian, as ministers to assist the new monarch in governing the government. ”

"Those who have no important positions in the princes, after the state funeral, they all move their fiefdoms, and they are not allowed to return to Beijing without an edict. The harem concubines, except for the mother of the new monarch, were all martyred in the imperial mausoleum of Lishan Mountain. ”

"Mrs. Song is gentle and elegant, virtuous and dignified, respects the queen mother, and takes charge of harem affairs. Announce it to the world, and make it hear. ”

"In the middle of June of the 38th year of the First Emperor, the First Emperor of the Great Qin Empire issued an edict."

"Ahem......"

Ying Zheng stretched out his trembling hand, put it to his mouth, and coughed lightly.

Bai Zhuo held the pen on the side, wrote, and after he was finished, he put the holy decree in front of Ying Zheng and said, "Please look at it, Your Majesty." ”

After a while, still not hearing His Majesty's voice, Bai Zhuo said again: "Your Majesty? ”

Well?

The four Wang Jian who were kneeling in front of the couch also had doubts, but without His Majesty's edict, they still didn't dare to get up.

Bai Zhuo slowly raised his head and looked at His Majesty, whose eyes were closed and his head tilted, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, he shuddered in his heart, stretched out his right hand, and placed it on His Majesty's mouth and nose.

"Your Majesty......"

Bai Zhuo was immediately frightened, knelt down, and cried.

Wang Jian and the four of them also cried out almost at the same time: "Your Majesty ......"

But at this moment, their tense heartstrings were finally relaxed!

[Continue to fight for a night, don't want your life, ask for all support!] 〕