The First Emperor collapsed in Xianyang Palace.

For the entire Qin State, this is tantamount to the collapse of a mountain, which will make the whole world tremble.

The cry first sounded from the Qin Palace.

Shang Shu ordered Zhao Gao to kneel outside the house, weeping bitterly, both grieving the death of the emperor and worrying about his future.

The generals Lu, Ronglu, Hu Hai and other princes who were recruited to the palace by Fusu were also grief-stricken when they saw the king who had closed his eyes forever.

"Father!"

Hu Hai's mother died early, and the First Emperor was his only spiritual support.

He was most favored by the First Emperor since he was a child, and there was a lot of affection between father and son, and now when he saw this scene, he cried until he fainted, and he couldn't stand.

"The Marquis of Zhenguo, my father passed away, I am saddened, and I ask the Marquis to preside over major events for me temporarily."

Fusu promised the First Emperor that he would stop crying in the future and become a true king.

But his character has been benevolent and filial since childhood, and he was infected by the emotions of his brothers at the moment, although he did not runny nose, but he was also extremely sad and could not be a director, so he handed over the important task to Zhao Tuo.

After all, Li Si next to him was already in his seventies, and after crying bitterly, he seemed to be unstable on his feet, so it was naturally difficult to preside over major events.

"Yui."

Zhao Tuo nodded in response, and he glanced at the First Emperor again, whose face was serene, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth.

In the past, as soon as Tianbao said goodbye, Zhao Tuo was ready for this day to come, and at this moment, in addition to grief, there was still reason.

The First Emperor died peacefully in the palace.

The empire and imperial power he left behind will be smoothly handed over, and the result is much better than in history.

Zhao Tuo sighed lightly.

He walked outside and saw Shang Shuling Zhao Gao crying at the door.

Zhao Gao raised his head and looked at Zhao Tuo, revealing a look of longing and flattery.

"Prince."

He is Hu Hai's teacher, and he has no friendship with the prince Fusu, and when the prince ascends the throne as the emperor, he may not be able to do this Shangshu order for long, and his future can only fall on his brother.

Zhao Tuo's eyelids jumped slightly, he understood what Zhao Gao meant.

This guy isn't a fuel-efficient lamp.

But Zhao Tuo thought about it, and after he entered Qin, Zhao Gao took care of him in the palace and passed him a lot of useful news. At least so far, Zhao Gao has not done anything to be sorry for him and sorry for Daqin.

Now that the world line has changed greatly, some things are impossible to happen again, and without that opportunity to tamper with the edict, Zhao Gao's life will definitely be very different from the original.

"This person is proficient in the law, and he is a calligrapher, quite talented, if he uses it well, maybe he can become a capable official."

Thinking of this, Zhao Tuo nodded to Zhao Gao, showing kindness.

Zhao Gao saw this scene and put his mind at ease.

"The smartest thing I, Zhao Gao, have done in my life is to hand over the Marquis of Zhenguo in advance, and I will have no worries in this life."

As soon as the first emperor died, Zhao Tuo would be an auxiliary minister, and his future should not be worried in the future.

After releasing kindness to Zhao Gao, Zhao Tuo began to deal with the matter after the collapse of the First Emperor.

The first is mourning, that is, announcing the emperor's death to the world.

With the announcement of this news, the entire Xianyang alley instantly burst into tears.

Unlike the newly conquered princely lands of the Kanto region, Xianyang was the political center of the Qin state, and the Qin people who lived here could be said to be the most loyal to the Qin state in the whole world.

They have lived here for generations, and their ancestors have lived here, following the rise of this country that was once oppressed by the Wei State and despised by the eastern princes, and followed the sixth King of Qin to conquer the world step by step.

The First Emperor held a very important place in the hearts of these Qin people, that is, the sun in their hearts.

Now that the sun has set, darkness has suddenly fallen, and countless people have been hiding their faces and crying.

In the Qin Palace, in the court, Xianyang City, and the land of Guanzhong...... Countless people grieve and suffer.

This went on for seven days.

According to the weekly ritual system, the Son of Heaven was buried on the seventh day and in July, and the princes were buried on the fifth day and in May.

It means that seven days after the death of the Son of Heaven, he will be buried and mourned, moved into the funeral room, and stored for seven months before being buried.

However, in the middle and late Warring States period, because of the continuous conquests, the successive Qin monarchs no longer complied with this in order to concentrate on dealing with the war. It has always been the practice to bury the first king within a month after his death, which is conducive to the arrangement of state affairs.

King Qin Zhaoxiang was buried within a month after his death.

After the unification of the first emperor, he ordered Chang and Dr. Zhu to reform the ritual law, and the funeral rites used were modified on the basis of the etiquette and customs of the Qin State, so his burial period was on the sixth day of the first month of November.

On this day, the entire Xianyang City was filled with an atmosphere of sadness.

Countless people wore linen and filial piety, escorting the coffin of the First Emperor to the Lishan Emperor's Mausoleum, and there were endless cries along the way.

When I saw the coffin being sent down to the underground palace and all kinds of funeral goods were sent into it, the lieutenant army began to seal the soil.

Zhao Tuo heard the wails of Yingyinyan, Zhao Che, Zhao Yun, and the sons, princesses and others from the team in the rear.

Zhao Tuo, who hadn't cried for a month, couldn't help but shed tears.

The mausoleum is sealed, and he will never see the king who favored and trusted him again.

"Your Majesty, farewell."

Zhao Tuo muttered.

An era has come to a complete end.

……

A kingdom shall not be without a king for a day.

The first emperor collapsed and was buried in the Lishan Emperor's Mausoleum.

For the Qin Empire, the most important thing was the accession of the crown prince Fusu.

The transfer of power was smooth, and Fusu's succession was smooth.

On the second day of the burial of the First Emperor.

On the main hall of Xianyang Palace, Zhao Tuo, the right prime minister, Li Si, the left prime minister, Feng Quji, the imperial historian, Wang Ben, the imperial captain, and other important ministers, led hundreds of officials and ministers to stand on both sides of the hall, and in the voice of the confessor, they all saluted and worshiped the young emperor on the emperor's couch.

Three shouts and prostrations.

"Your Majesty, ten thousand years!"

Fusu wears a crown of heaven, wears a black Xuan, wears the sword of Tai'a, looks mighty, and the instrument is magnificent, and there is a jade seal engraved on the desk in front of him that is engraved with the "Ordered by the Heavens, and the Longevity of Yongchang".

He was worshiped by his courtiers.

It's just that outside the black robe, there is also a layer of coarse linen mourning clothes.

According to the etiquette law, although Fusu has inherited the throne now, he still needs to serve a year of mourning before the mourning period can be lifted.

This is the old rule of the Qin State.

Just like Fusu's great-grandfather, King Qin Xiaowen.

Later generations said that King Qin Xiaowen died after three days of reign.

In fact, King Qin Xiaowen reigned for a year, but because that year happened to belong to his mourning period, and the year was not changed, it gave people the illusion that King Qin Zhaoxiang died first, and King Qin Xiaowen died after three days on the throne.

This is the situation that Fusu faced.

It is now November of the 38th year of Qin Shi Huang, and he needs to mourn in this year, and continue to follow the year of the first emperor until the October New Year of the next year, which can be changed to the first year of the second emperor.

This rule, even in later dynasties, has been followed, and is called "changing the yuan in the following year".

But no matter what, the current Fusu is the real helmsman of the Great Qin Empire.

Emperor Qin II.

He sat high on the emperor's couch, and under the worship of the ministers, he experienced for the first time the feeling of self-esteem that the first emperor once enjoyed.

"It's no wonder that my father is in charge of the world alone, slaughtering all people and dying, this feeling is really wonderful."

Fusu's expression was a little confused, but soon a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

"My father and emperor have fulfilled the great wish of the previous kings of the Great Qin Dynasty to dominate the world, and his achievements have been remarkable, surpassing the previous emperors."

However, in the past ten years, the Great Qin has fought every year, which has exhausted the people and caused a heavy loss of national strength, which is a disaster for the country. Before his death, my father also mentioned that there are still hidden dangers in Daqin, and I am now on the throne, and I should reform the maladministration so that Daqin can live forever as my father thought! ”

Fusu had great wishes, but in the face of Qin Guo, a giant full of diseases, he also felt that it was difficult for him to start.

But Fusu was not flustered.

Because he knew that someone could help him.

The Second Emperor's gaze was on the man who stood at the forefront of the courtiers.

Right Prime Minister Zhao Tuo.

Zhao Tuo was also looking at him at the moment.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

This empire, with their hand, will become more and more brilliant.

(End of chapter)