Lingzhou, Lingwang Palace.
The magnificent palace complex is extraordinary.
In Yuquan Palace, King Ling was lying on the bed.
Only one person, Lingyang, was kneeling below.
There is also the original historian of Lingguo, who is unfolding a silk book in front of the case.
"There is Lord Lao Wen."
The Spirit King spoke in a hoarse voice, his lips were chapped and peeled, his face was colorless, and he was weak when he spoke.
"His Majesty."
Seeing his appearance, the historian felt sad and couldn't help his eyes turning red. He dipped his trembling hand in ink with a brush.
The Spirit King closed his eyelids and began to speak slowly:
"I, inherit the ambition of my ancestors and inherit the rule of Lord Ling, for thirty and one year."
"In the beginning, I recruited wise men from all over the world and was very high-spirited."
"With the assistance of wise ministers and good generals, we will expand the territory, attack Cai and Lu, and wipe out the bandits."
"Recalling the past, when I was a strong young man"
"In the year of forty, although the country had decided to dominate the southeast, we did not dare to slack off at all, for fear that the entrustment of our ancestors would not be effective."
"When the Shang Emperor was overthrown, the Qin thieves came to dominate the world."
"My virtues are poor and my talents are sparse, and I blame Heaven for my fault. As a result, the mountains and rivers overturned, the country fell, and the Qin thieves entered."
"This is all my fault. When I die, I will not be able to see my ancestors and martyrs."
"Only take off your crown and protect your royal family."
"After my death, all the ladies in the palace can disperse without any difficulty."
At this point, Lingyang broke down in tears and wiped his tears with his sleeves from time to time.
The historian also had sore eyes and shed tears while writing.
"Lord Wen, have you written everything down?"
The historian put down his pen and wiped his tears: "I've written it down, I've written it all down."
"Okay, these are last words, not an edict, and they cannot be seen in the world." King Ling's chapped lips opened and closed.
"Yes, I understand, Your Majesty, don't worry."
"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Wen."
The Spirit King raised his hand with difficulty.
Seeing this, the historian put down the suicide note, knelt down with his hands in his hands, bowed sincerely, and then sadly withdrew.
Lingyang quickly stepped forward and knelt beside the bed: "Father."
The Spirit King caressed his cheek and forced a smile: "Yang'er, my father is going to die soon. Don't be sad or have any hatred."
He was laughing very hard, his eyes were cloudy, he was short of breath and weak, his voice was like a mosquito, and he was on the verge of death.
"Father." Lingyang's tears couldn't stop flowing.
"Remember, never have any thoughts of rebellion."
"You will never do anything until King Qin dies."
"Live well, live well"
King Ling's voice became smaller and smaller. After the last instructions, he was no longer able to hold on. The right hand that was touching Ling Yang fell and hit the edge of the bed heavily.
"Father!!"
On the seventh day of September, King Ling died in Yuquan Palace.
Although he had resigned from the throne, during the final negotiations and the peaceful reunification of the spiritual land, Xiao Yuan still recognized his title as king, so he was buried in the royal mausoleum.
The Spirit King can be considered a generational hero.
After all, on this day of the king's death, the Spirit King's Palace was completely deserted.
He Miao, the old prime minister of Ling Kingdom, presided over the funeral. Many people came to express their condolences, most of them were officials of the previous dynasty.
There is also Lingzhou Supervisor Shi Fang Yi, who represents Xiao Yuan.
Yuquan Palace.
Large white flowers hang on the palace gate, and on both sides of the white flowers are white cloths.
Inside the door, the coffin was placed directly above, while Lingyang, Linghua and other children were dressed in mourning clothes, kneeling on one side and sobbing.
People came in one after another, everyone was wearing white clothes. After entering, they naturally cried and paid homage.
He Miao knelt down with tears streaming down his face. He burned things and cried bitterly: "If you go up here, there will be one less hero in the world. I will come down soon to accompany you, and I will continue to assist you."
Fang Yi was well prepared. Not only did he have a look of grief on his face, but he also wrote a memorial poem himself.
"The majestic king has great talents and strategies, and his achievements are unparalleled. He cherishes the day and never misses the years. He is exhausted mentally and physically. How painful it is."
This condolence, no matter whether people are genuine or fake, in short, everyone comes in and cries.
The majestic Lingwang Palace lasted for a long time in a state of silence.
A few days later, the spiritual king was buried in the royal tomb.
With the passing of the last monarch of the Ling Kingdom, some of the great noble families in the Ling Kingdom quietly became quiet.
During this period, Lingyang was preparing to move to the palace, but was stopped by He Miao, who told him earnestly that the palace is the residence of the monarch, and more importantly, the place where a country discusses politics. Now that he is a marquis, he must not arrogantly occupy it.
Lingyang felt angry and unwilling in his heart. He was the prince and should have inherited the great cause and ruled all the people!
If the Qin army hadn't captured Lingzhou, he should be the emperor of Lingzhou now.
In the Hou Mansion, he was still dressed in pure white and was still observing mourning, but his mood had changed a lot.
He Miao sat next to his subordinates and said: "Young Master must endure the humiliation and bear the burden. If you live in the palace, you will be impeached by the Qin officials. At that time, it will be the crime of trespass."
The old prime minister was right. King Ling was still a king before his death, and Xiao Yuan agreed to live in the palace. You, Lingyang, don't have that much dignity.
Lingyang, who was pacing back and forth, stopped when he heard the words and said angrily: "Lingzhou is the land established by our ancestors, and Lingguo is the foundation of the Ling family! My father should not have negotiated with the King of Qin in the first place and begged for it. With this title of Marquis, we should unite with Chang Zhen and fight to the end!"
"Our Ling Army officers are no worse than the Qin Army, we just lost the opportunity, it's not like we can't turn things around!"
He Miao sighed deeply and shook his head secretly. He wanted to say: If this is the case, how can the young master still be alive now? Don't you know that His Majesty is thinking about you, otherwise, there would be no final negotiation.
At that time, the Qin Army's iron cavalry swept across most of the Ling Kingdom's territory. Several large-scale battles and more than a dozen battles almost annihilated all the main forces of the Ling Army.
Not to mention the problem of military strength, food and grass are even more scarce.
This is a decisive battle between Qin Ling. It can't be that simple.
Even if Chang really comes back for help, he will definitely be stopped halfway.
Lingyang was young and thought that there was still room for counterattack, but He Miao knew it clearly, but he couldn't say these words, so he could only advise: "Young master, please don't be impulsive, don't let down your majesty's hard work."
"I'm not impulsive, I'm just unwilling." Lingyang took a deep breath, looked at He Miao and said, "Old Prime Minister, you are a veteran of three dynasties, are you willing to do this, watching Lingguo disappear completely?"
"Alas!" He Miao sighed and said helplessly: "But Young Master, the matter has come to this, even if the old minister feels sad, what can he do? Moreover, all the counties and counties in Ling Kingdom have long been recovered by the King of Qin, and many aristocratic families are attached to them. There is nothing that can be done with just a heart of blood."
"The words of the old prime minister are wrong." Lingyang said sternly: "Although the counties and counties in the future are determined by the King of Qin's instructions, the powerful ones are still there. As expected, it won't take long before the Qin Dynasty will fully rule. , Qin’s policies will definitely arouse the dissatisfaction of local powerful people!”
"At that time, if we contact the Kong family and other wealthy families, it might be our opportunity."
He Miao was shocked when he heard this.
Xiao Yuan had a purpose in leaving He Miao alone and letting him enter and exit Lingyang Mansion.
He Miao was the prime minister based on his seniority and status as a veteran of three dynasties, and had no plans like Cheng Ping's.
Xiao Yuan was waiting for an opportunity to attack Lingdi. (End of chapter)
