This first emperor is awesome

On the ninth day of April in the 31st year of the Great Qin Shihuang, the Great Qin Shihuang issued an edict.

Picking up the jade seal on the table, Ying Zheng directly covered it.

Ordered by the sky, long life and eternal prosperity, the eight big characters are clearly printed on the top.

cough! cough!

After carefully reading it several times and confirming that it was correct, Ying Zheng sealed the secret edict and kept it.

He seemed to have exhausted his energy, like an old man in his dying years.

"His Majesty."

Not long after, Mrs. Song came to the Pingtian Palace. Seeing His Majesty's extremely weak appearance, she was shocked and shouted with great concern.

"You are here, come and sit."

Ying Zheng forced a smile, then waved.

"What's wrong with you, Your Majesty?"

Song Xian's eyes were red, looking at His Majesty's appearance, he said worriedly.

"My body is failing."

Ying Zheng sighed, looked at the beautiful woman sitting beside him, and said with emotion.

"How could this be, His Majesty was still fierce and fierce some time ago?"

Song Xian was very puzzled and said with a puzzled face.

"I have worked day and night for state affairs for many years, and I have run out of fuel."

Ying Zheng is very aware of his body. For decades, he has only slept for two hours a day, going to bed at midnight and getting up at five.

"The concubine heard that Yue people are especially good at witchcraft. Ever since that Yue girl entered the palace, His Majesty's health has been getting worse day by day."

Song Xian looked at His Majesty, as if pointing something.

Rao Yingzheng is well-informed, and he also feels that his old face is a bit unbearable. When is this, and he is still jealous?

"Yunshang came from a noble family, and the Xiou people belong to the royal family of Baiyue. My doting on her is to show the empire's care and attention to all the peoples of Baiyue. Don't talk nonsense."

Ying Zheng said sternly, looking at Song Xian with deep meaning.

Song Xian naturally understood the meaning of His Majesty's words. Since ancient times, kings are the most ruthless.

The love in His Majesty's heart will always be the world

"The concubine understands."

Song Xian said with a wry smile, within a year of entering the palace, this Yue girl has been promoted from a young envoy to a beauty. Since the establishment of the empire, the harem has never had such a holy grace.

"If I die, all the concubines in the harem will not need to be buried. After the prince inherits the throne, you will be the queen mother who respects the world, and you must treat them kindly."

Ying Zheng seemed to be chatting about family matters, and said in a deep tone.

Song Xian's face changed, why did His Majesty's words sound like he was explaining the funeral?

"Your Majesty is not allowed to say such things. Your Majesty will live forever."

Tears flickered in Song Xian's eyes, and he said in a depressed mood.

"Ha! Cough! Ha! Cough!"

Ying Zheng laughed, and coughed continuously while laughing: "I have worked hard for Daqin for decades, can't I have a good rest? I really live for 1 years, and I can't live in peace for a moment!"

Hearing His Majesty's self-deprecating words, Song Xian felt his nose sour. He may not be a good husband, but he is a respectable and good king.

His whole life has been given to the world, and all his hard work and youth have been dedicated to this country and nation.

"Your Majesty will not die, no."

Song Xian whimpered, heartbroken.

With a faint smile on Ying Zheng's face, he stretched out his hand to embrace the beautiful woman in his arms, enjoying this hard-won moment of peace and warmth.

"You step back! I still have a lot of things to explain to the ministers."

After a while, Ying Zheng let go of his big hand, sighed and said.

Song Xian's heart tightened, and he hugged His Majesty tightly with both arms, very carefree.

She was very afraid. After she let go of her hand, she might never have the chance to hold His Majesty like this again.

But reason told her that she couldn't be so selfish.

This man will never belong to himself, he only belongs to the people of the world.

"The concubine is retiring, Your Majesty cherishes it."

Song Xianlihua looked at this pale man affectionately with rain, bowed reluctantly, then turned around, and tears could no longer hold back his face.

Trot all the way, while crying like rain.

Hey!

Looking at the back of Song Xian who left sadly, even the King Wushuang will have a hard heart, and it is inevitable that there will be a trace of sadness in his heart.

Ying Zheng asked the servants to summon Feng Quji, Wang Jian, Wang Guan, Ziying, Chen Ping, Bai Lihua, Liu Ji and Man Chaowu late at night.

About half an hour later, all the ministers came to Pingtian Hall in a hurry. Seeing His Majesty's old appearance, all of them had their eyelids twitched, and hurriedly said, "My respects to Your Majesty."

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Ying Zheng was exhausted.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat, and they all sensed an unusual aura.

"I don't know if His Majesty summoned us late at night, but what happened to the empire?"

As the acting prime minister and the head of all officials, Wang Guan could only bite the bullet and speak first.

"It's not a big deal, but I feel that I'm dying, so I urgently invite all my lovers into the palace to explain the funeral."

Ying Zheng's voice was not loud, but it fell on everyone's ears like thunder.

"His Majesty"

Everyone looked at His Majesty in surprise and said in unison.

It's just that no matter how they look at it, they don't think His Majesty is joking?

Can this kind of thing be a joke?

"Listen to me, don't interrupt."

Ying Zheng was lying on his side on the couch with his eyes closed, looking half asleep.

"Here."

Everyone said respectfully.

"The army in the northern borders was assigned to the commander of Meng Tian, ​​the general who protects the country, and the army in the south was handed over to Wang Ben, the general of the town. The military and political affairs of the DPRK and China were discussed by the three lords and nine ministers. In case of major issues, they were not decided. Of."

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"Ziying is the Weiwei, Langzhong Mengyi has made great achievements, is unparalleled in loyalty and filial piety, and is imperially appointed as the Duke of the State."

"The internal historian Bai Teng, loyal and good for generations, mature and prudent, was granted the title of Duke You."

"On the day of my death, the crown prince stayed in Xianyang to attend the funeral. The princes do not need to be filial, and all the princes are ordered to return to their fiefs."

"From today onwards, the internal history will implement a curfew. Without the emperor's order, all the troops of the empire are not allowed to leave the station without authorization. Those who violate the order will be punished as treason, and the whole world will punish them."

After Ying Zheng finished speaking, he seemed to fall asleep and stopped talking.

All the ministers bowed their hands immediately and said in unison: "Your Majesty, please follow His Majesty's instructions."

Chapter 163 The Yuezhi People Must Move Westward to Find Another Way of Living

Xianyang Palace

"His Majesty"

"Your Majesty!"

The sound of crying shook the sky, and in the Pingtian Palace, all the soldiers of the Manchu Dynasty cried to the sky and shouted to the ground.

His Majesty passed away in Pingtian Palace last night, Man Chaowu who heard the bad news entered the palace one after another to attend the funeral.

Everyone looked distraught, and crying was called inhumane.

"Cough! Cough!"

Suddenly, in the sea of ​​crying, two unusual voices sounded.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, who is so courageous?

When His Majesty passed away, Man Chaowu was crying and mourning, how dare to disrupt the situation?

"What's the matter, dear dears?"

Ying Zheng sat up from the couch, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and couldn't help being surprised when he saw this scene.

what's the situation?

"Your Majesty"

A group of officials raised their heads, all of them looked shocked and terrified.

Your Majesty, is this a fraud?

shit

Didn't all the imperial doctors in the imperial hospital make a correct diagnosis?

Didn't it mean that His Majesty has passed away?Is there no pulse or heart sound?

What do these quacks want to do?

There are always quack doctors who want to harm me?

"What's wrong with you all? Who killed you and made you cry so badly?"

"You came to my bedroom early in the morning to yell, who let you in?"

Yingzheng was full of energy, and his usual weakness was swept away, as if this sleep had replenished all his energy and made him look radiant.

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In the face of His Majesty's fatal combo, the court officials faltered for a long time without letting out a fart.

How to answer this?

Can't it be said that your Majesty died?

Are we weeping for Your Majesty again?

But His Majesty looks so energetic, does he look like someone who is about to die?

Wouldn't this answer be a curse on His Majesty?

Is it too long?

Only the young prince Gong Ziyu, still at an innocent age, ran up to Yingzheng crying, and took Yingzheng's big hand: "Father, they all said that you are dead, that's great. Father did not die."

Seeing his younger son's sincere concern for him, Ying Zheng couldn't help comforting him, and glared viciously at the courtiers and officials to express his dissatisfaction.

Man Chaowu quickly lowered his head, no one dared to answer.

They said they don't care about me

"Get out of here"

With a dark face, Ying Zheng spit out a few words coldly.

"I'm waiting to retire."

Man Chaowu, as if he had received an amnesty, cried and mourned one by one, his mood was like a dog beeping.

They all scrambled to escape and left Pingtian Palace, which was really embarrassing.

They have never experienced such absurd, absurd, and funny things in their lives.

As a result, a scene was staged in the temple of the Great Qin Empire, and Man Chaowu and his enemies killed each other in the Imperial Hospital.