King Qin, dressed in a gorgeous costume, stopped the coffin that was about to be lifted, and then untied the bundle with both hands, took off the crown, and just when everyone was puzzled, King Qin took off the Xuan-colored dragon costume on his body. King Qin, dressed in plain clothes, strode up to the soldier carrying the coffin and took the burden on his shoulders.

"Your Majesty." All the Qin ministers were shocked.

The king carried the coffin, something that had never been done before! The ministers just wanted to speak out to stop them, but they saw that Fan Sui, the leader of the Xiang Kingdom, Wang Di, Sima Cuo, and others, also took off their crowns one after another, and took over the position of carrying the coffin near the King of Qin one by one. Immediately, the generals of the Qin army behind him also joined the team carrying the coffin.

At this time, if there are still people who want to advise, then they really don't know what to do.

Seeing this, the ceremonial official sang loudly: "The king welcomes him personally, the hundred officials are attached, and the king of Wu'an is returning to his hometown!"

Between the lyrics, the whimpering mourning roared again, and the meaning of shock and sadness instantly hit the hearts of every Qin person, and the sad public opinion spread from Hangu to Guanzhong, from Guanzhong to Shu, and then slowly penetrated from Shu to Yanying, and the entire Qin land seemed to be covered with a thick layer of filial piety.

The white filial piety clothes are not only the memory of Bai Qi and the hundreds of thousands of Qin soldiers buried in the party, but also the best protective color of the Qin State.

Sadness, anger, unwillingness, and other tastes lingered in the hearts of every Qin person for a long time, and as long as the King of Qin gave an order, the Qin State would tear this layer of filial piety and reveal more sharp minions again.

And this is the ultimate goal of this big show, the big show jointly formulated by King Qin and Fan Sui.

Obviously, this is not just a ceremony to pick up Wu Anjun's bones and return home, it can even be said that Chinese funerals are never for the dead, but for the living.

Filial piety or unfilial piety, is it really judged by ten miles of white makeup? Or is it the sound of crying in the mourning hall? And how can the dead see and hear the white makeup and the weeping?

It's nothing more than for people to see.

But can you say that such a funeral is meaningless? Apparently not. Heavy funerals and sacrifices are important means for us to remember our ancestors and inherit the sages.

Similarly, after the defeat, the Qin State fell to a freezing point in terms of popular sentiment and morale. What should I do if I want to win over the hearts of the people? The courtesy located in Baiqi Super High is obviously the best way to go.

It can be said that the higher the courtesy given by the king of Qin to the deceased Bai Qi, the more it can reflect the importance that Qin attaches to meritorious heroes, and the more it can stimulate the sorrow and service of the Qin people.

A big drama to welcome back undoubtedly set up a monument in the hearts of all the old Qin people. On the front of the inscription is the glittering face of Bai Qi, and the victories that Bai Qi brought to the Qin State and the Qin people; On the back of the inscription is the big word "national shame". It can not only fully mobilize the patriotism of all the old Qin people, but also inspire future generations to fight for the country with a super high sense of honor.

A welcome that should have existed, but the cost is not much, so why not?

Of course, on the other hand, Wu Anjun Bai Qi definitely deserves such a high courtesy, and even no matter how high the courtesy, Bai Qi deserves it.

Without him, just because he is Wu Anjun, Bai Qi.

Outside the Hangu Pass, the King of Qin and his ministers carefully carried the coffin loaded with white ashes, and marched towards the pass step by step......

Compared with the honor after Bai Qi's death, Zhao Kuo, who won the battle here, seems a little lonely.

In addition to being in Jiepai Ling, Zhao Kuo and his entourage passed through several cities, not to mention the scene of empty alleys like Hangu Pass, and even Zhao Kuo's arrival did not cause any noise, just like the autumn in Guangdong, no one knew about it, and there was no news of it.

It's not a matter of Zhao Kuo's reputation, now Zhao Kuo is almost the same as the savior in the eyes of the people of Zhao State, especially the people of Shangdang County, and his weight is no less than the weight of Bai Qi in the eyes of Qin Jun.

It's a pity that the royal order under King Zhao is obviously a secret order, and it has not passed through the court, and it has hidden all the people in the world in the dark, and Handan Ling is even preparing for the triumphal ceremony of the army, but what he doesn't know is that the chief general of the army, the biggest hero of Zhao, is now being put in a cage and coming towards Handan.

It's just such a big thing, and it can be hidden for a while, but it can't be hidden for a lifetime. What's more, King Zhao may be able to block the mouths of the few insiders in the palace, but he can't stop the tens of thousands of troops who witnessed everything in the Jiepai Ridge.

After Zhao Kuo left the Jiepai Ridge camp, the news also came out.

It's a pity that the initial speed of message transmission is obviously not fast, and it is not as fast as the speed of Zhao Kuo and his party to turn to Handan, which leads to the cities along the way, whether it is the government or the people, they don't know anything about Zhao Kuo's arrival.

Of course, Zhao Kuo has been prepared for such a situation, after all, even a bullet needs to be let fly for a while, and the fermentation of public opinion also needs more time to stir.

Sure enough, the news that Zhao Kuo was escorted back to Handan came, and the officials and people of various cities along the way quickly realized that a team of no more than a few thousand people passed by a few days ago, and at the same time they were angry, they also beat their chests and feet, and some people directly rode fast horses, in order to see Zhao Kuo and give Zhao Kuo a ride.

And the news that Zhao Kuo was dismissed and escorted back to Handan was finally passed quickly between the galloping of fast horses.

As a result, the road back to Handan became a little slow.

The people who ate the pot slurry almost blocked the road, which was still reasonable, and the irrational came up directly and clashed with the escort guards, although they did not draw their swords against each other, at least they spit on each other.

"Why did you catch the general?"

"Why didn't the Qin army go rampant when they came, and when the Qin army retreated, they came to show off their might?"

"Where did the turtle grandson come from, dare to call in the party?"

......

The guards of the palace are also helpless, if they are in Handan, the people dare to scold themselves so angrily, it is a horizontal knife, but looking at the long crowd in front, thinking about the Zhao Kuo soldiers who have already been a little uncontrollable in the rear, the guards of the palace know very well that once they draw their knives, it will not be the people in front of them who will fall, but must be themselves.

Even Pingyuanjun, who claimed to be escorting Zhao Kuo, suffered a headache from the unjustified disaster.

Fortunately, the prisoner cart containing Zhao Kuo was hollowed out on all sides, and Zhao Kuo was not shackled on his body, so he finally didn't get things out of control.

Zhao Kuo in the prisoner car knew very well that this was the time to brush up on his sense of existence.

Slowly stood up, thanked everyone one by one, "thunder, rain and dew, all are Jun Grace" The words show Zhao Kuo's general's style, and the advice of "return to your homeland and make crops and fields" shows Zhao Kuo's love for the people.

After all, under Zhao Kuo's persuasion, the people slowly retreated to the side of the road and made way for Zhao Kuo and his party.