Chapter 122 Section 5 Ying Zheng dies

Let's talk about thousands of troops on parade, temporarily lingering in the sand dunes.The entourage couldn't help being suspicious, they were walking well, why did they stop suddenly?They have been away from their hometown for a long time, and they wish they could return to Xianyang immediately. Although the sand dunes are considered to be beautiful, however, although they believe in beauty and not my land, why should they stay less! No one answered their questions.Asking each other, they all said it was the meaning of the superior.How high is it?The answerer points to the sky.So on top!Then there was no more sound.

The ancient palace in the sand dunes has been in disrepair for a long time and is desolate.The weeds are stretching, and the garden is desolate.The small river surrounding the palace is still there, winding and weeping, just like in the past.And in this dilapidated tranquility, there always seems to be something ambush, which makes people panic inexplicably. Since Yingzheng arrived at the sand dunes, he never left his sickbed.The hero is also afraid of illness, but in just a few days, Ying Zheng has lost weight rapidly, and he is far more lethargic than awake.When he woke up from the nightmare again, he looked around with horror on his face, and asked the eunuch, "What place is this?"

The eunuch replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, it's the Dune Palace." Ying Zheng let out a sigh, and he remembered that this was once the residence of King Zhao Wuling.Back then, Zhao Wuling King Hu Fu rode and shot, a hero for the first time, but was trapped in this palace by his ministers in the end. He was trapped for three full months until he starved to death.And now, he is also trapped in this palace, maybe the room where he lies is the same room where King Zhao Wuling died.At this point, Ying Zheng burst into tears and sighed, "Could it be God's will?" Ying Zheng had to admit that he might not survive this test.Even if you are the emperor, you cannot escape death after all.Lying on his back on a large bed of fifty square meters, he fell into eternal unsinkable loneliness.In his life, from Handan to Xianyang, from an outcast to an emperor, he was omnipotent and aloof.However, he was ultimately powerless to cross the line between man and god.Yanyan Yufei's girl, dehydrated and deteriorated in the years, withered and old.As with beautiful things, so with great things.The dignity of his emperor will eventually be reduced to the humbleness of dust.

Ying Zheng knew that he didn't have much time left, so he had to hurry up to explain the funeral.So Zhao Gao was summoned and ordered to write an imperial edict and give it to Fusu, who was supervising the army in Shangjun, saying, "The soldiers belong to Meng Tian, ​​and the funeral will be buried in Xianyang." Listening to Ying Zheng's dictation, Zhao Gao's heart felt a terrifying chill.The funeral is the main funeral. Since Yingzheng asked Fusu to be the main funeral, it goes without saying that Fusu is his appointed successor, that is, the future second emperor.This short edict set out Ying Zheng's funeral and also ruined Zhao Gao's hope of survival.

While mechanically recording Ying Zheng's words, Zhao Gao burst into tears out of fear.After the imperial edict was written, Ying Zheng checked it again in person.Zhao Gao was also a famous calligrapher in Qin State, but the calligraphy on this imperial edict was soft and weak.Seeing the difference in the font, Ying Zheng thought that Zhao Gao was too sad, which was why he was out of standard, so he didn't think too much about it.Ying Zheng then ordered Zhao Gao to cover the jade seal and seal the imperial edict. Zhao Gao shivered, and numbly fulfilled Ying Zheng's request.If the imperial edict is issued at this time, Zhao Gao will be completely dead.Fortunately, Ying Zheng added, "The edict is temporarily stored." After Ying Zheng finished speaking, he said to himself, "I wonder if Meng Yi has arrived in Yongcheng?"

Ying Zheng still didn't give up, he pinned his last hope on Meng Yi, he would rather naively believe that once Meng Yi arrives in Yong City and pays homage to his homeland, he can escape the catastrophe.Writing the imperial edict to Fusu in advance is just a backup plan for him not to be afraid of 10,000, but just in case. Seeing that the imperial edict was ready, Yingzheng sighed in relief and fell into a deep sleep.In the dream, his brows were tightly frowned, his face was distorted, and it seemed that he was in more pain than when he was awake. Seeing that Ying Zheng fell asleep, Zhao Gao was about to leave, but Ying Zheng suddenly woke up and grabbed Zhao Gao.Zhao Gao was out of his wits, reluctantly turned his head, and saw Ying Zheng's eyes were wide open, his lips were trembling, and he was mumbling something.Zhao Gao bent down and put his ear to Ying Zheng's mouth, only to hear Ying Zheng say in a mosquito-like weak voice: "Call the prime minister and issue an edict."

Zhao Gao also didn't understand what happened during Yingzheng's nap time, which made Yingzheng suddenly change his mind and decided to issue the edict immediately. Yingzheng's verbal instructions did a lot of harm to Zhao Gao, but not any benefit.Zhao Gao decided to take a gamble. He bet that Ying Zheng was returning to the light and couldn't last long.Zhao Gaogao pretended not to understand Ying Zheng's words, put on a confused face, and said, "What is your majesty talking about? I can't hear you clearly." Yingzheng was in a hurry and wanted to repeat it again, but he was powerless, and all he let out was heavy panting.Zhao Gao was overjoyed in his heart, but on the surface he seemed more anxious than Ying Zheng, and kept asking, "What orders does Your Majesty have?"

Ying Zheng couldn't speak anymore, so he could only raise his arm, pointed his finger outside the door, pointed it in the air, paused for a moment, then lowered it slowly, closed his eyes slowly, and then there was no more movement. Yingzheng, the unprecedented emperor, the first emperor of China's two thousand years of imperial power society, stopped breathing forever at the age of fifty.Behind him, some people praised him, and more people slandered him. However, although the words of these commentators are different, there is at least one thing in common, that is, they all consciously use the highest degree of comparison.