Chapter 145: There is no greater sorrow than death of heart!
Japan and China.
News of Wang Jian's death has spread throughout the city.
The whole city mourned.
The entire Xianyang City was silent in sadness.
The school will be closed for one day.
On both sides of the streets in Changyang, there are endless sacrificial incense tables, and long white cloth flags fluttering in succession.
Originally, only notices were posted in Jique.
At this moment, an elegiac couplet is also hung on it.
Shangyun: ‘The country is destroyed due to national security’.
Xia Yun: 'The style lasts forever'.
Xianyang City was crowded with people, and all the old Qin people came after hearing the sound.
Solemnity and sadness spread throughout Guanzhong.
The elderly, children, farmers, merchants, wizards and celebrities, whoever could be reached, basically came with their entire families. Everyone looked at each other with tears in their eyes and rushed to tell the story of Qin Feng, the old general.
The cry of sorrow arose, and Guanshan sobbed!
Beside the Wei River.
Qin Luoheng has not yet gone to express his condolences.
He was not surprised by Wang Jian's death.
But I still can't help but sigh.
sighed:
"Da Qin is really in a state of turmoil."
"In the past, there were courtiers from the family who wanted to destroy the foundation of the Qin Dynasty. Now the pillars of the Qin Dynasty have collapsed again, but these things have happened all at once."
"When Wang Wan and others retreated, Wang Ben, Mengwu and others died of illness."
"The First Emperor has truly become a loner."
"It's nothing more than that a year later, the First Emperor made frequent mistakes, and all the pillars of the founding of the country were destroyed. Even the most tenacious people would probably be devastated. At that time, even the First Emperor would really
Can you hold on? How rational can you remain?"
"The building is about to collapse and a storm is coming!"
Qin Luoheng sighed, woven a bunch of white flowers into the wreath, and wrote an elegiac couplet.
'The big star in the sky has sunk down thousands of miles away and the clouds and mountains are as miserable as the sky.'
‘The cold rain in the world is bursting, and the three armies are mourning together with drums and drums.’
Then he went out.
In the city.
White banners and banners flooded the broad Changyang Avenue, countless incense burners and offerings were piled in front of every house, and the streets and alleys inside and outside the city were filled with silently weeping elderly women and children.
See you off from the royal palace.
White flags cover the city, and there are cries and tears.
When Qin Luoheng arrived at the palace, the palace seemed very peaceful.
Seeing Qin Luoheng, Wang Ping, who was sitting in front of the door, immediately came up to greet him and said with a sad face: "Qin Shizi, you are here."
Qin Luoheng nodded.
Said sentimentally:
"Old General through the ages."
"But I am incompetent and cannot save the old general. I feel guilty. I can't come up with any funeral gifts. I can only make a wreath by myself to send the old general on his last journey."
Mrs. Wang doesn't care about funerals.
But when he saw the wreath and the elegiac couplet on it, Wang Ping couldn't help but his expression moved slightly. After a few focused glances, he cupped his hands and said, "Qin Shizi, you are interested."
Then he ordered:
"Here comes someone."
"Put the wreath sent by Qin Shizi at the door of the house."
Finished.
Then he welcomed Qin Luoheng in.
Go through the second courtyard.
Qin Luoheng went to the place where the mourning hall was placed.
Wang Ben, dressed in sackcloth and full of filial piety, was kneeling in front of a coffin. The old lady was sitting beside her, her eyes were red. There were seven or eight people kneeling below, all of whom were direct descendants of Wang Jian.
When Qin Luoheng saw Wang Bi with gray beard and hair, he almost didn't dare to recognize him.
Just a few days.
Wang Ben was so sad that he was so sad.
Qin Luoheng walked over.
Wang Ping whispered: "Ah Weng, Qin Shizi is here."
Qin Luoheng lamented:
"The Marquis of Tongwu mourns and obeys the changes."
"The old general has passed away, you should take care of yourself."
Wang Ben's eyes flashed suddenly, his throat suddenly choked, his white head shook, and he finally spoke with difficulty in a hoarse voice.
"No......"
"Father's last journey."
"I...I have to send him on his way..."
Before he could finish a word, Wang Ben fell in front of the spirit and fainted immediately.
Wang Li quickly supported Wang Ben, and without any explanation, he picked up Wang Ben and carried him to the bedroom. The old lady was also very anxious, and she hurriedly trotted forward to lead the way, sometimes looking forward and sometimes looking back. Sweat was dripping from her already weak body and forehead.
.
Wang Ping said with tears in his eyes:
"Ah Weng, I have been keeping vigil since last night, and not a drop of water has come in during this period. We tried to dissuade him, but he refused to listen. Qin Shizi, what can you do? I'm worried about Ah Weng's health. If he continues like this, he may not be able to bear it."
Qin Luoheng hesitated slightly.
He opened his mouth and said:
"If you have honey at home, you can make some salt and sugar water, but it is only for a moment. If you don't eat for a long time, your body will definitely not be able to bear it. But you have to distract Marquis Tongwu from his sorrow, otherwise you will use Marquis Tongwu's stubbornness and concentration.
, if you indulge in sorrow and cannot extricate yourself."
"fear......"
Qin Luoheng said no more.
But Wang Ping knew what to say.
His face changed immediately.
He cupped his hands towards Qin Luoheng and hurriedly ran towards Wang Ben's dormitory.
There is no greater sorrow than the death of one's heart.
Wang Ben already had the appearance of "dead heart".
Qin Luoheng bowed deeply to the coffin and then walked straight out of the palace.
He was able to enter the palace because he saved Wang Jian last time. If it were anyone else, he would not be able to enter the palace at all. It is good to be able to express condolences outside.
Stay in the palace for a long time.
But he is not qualified yet.
With Wang Jian's prestige, status and achievements, all the officials in the court will definitely come. How can he, a mere historian, be qualified to be ranked among the officials?
Qin Luoheng naturally knew this.
Condolences over.
So he left directly.
Qin Luoheng didn't know that the wreath he sent solved the courtier's big problem.
Obituaries and condolences have been a basic process since ancient times.
When mourners come to express their condolences, they usually give some funeral objects to the bereaved family, which the ancients called "feng".
If an ordinary family holds a funeral, the condolences send some money and things, which is called "fu", and some clothes and quilts are used to bury the deceased, which is called "sui".
But Wang Jian is different.
He was the founding minister of the Qin Dynasty.
His achievements are unparalleled.
They came to express their condolences, but they had trouble giving gifts.
Wang Jian has a distinguished status, so naturally the gifts they give cannot insult Wang Jian's status. They can only send them to a higher level. But Wang Jian's status is too high. If he is one higher level, he will be the king.
How dare all the officials give a 'king' gift?
Sending an average or inferior gift is really disrespectful to Wang Jian. If His Majesty finds out about it, he may be dissatisfied.
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All the officials were also in trouble because of this.
...
A courtyard house in another city.
A man in his thirties was frowning as he considered what gift to give.
He paced back and forth in the room.
But I can’t think of a good funeral gift.
a long time.
I couldn't help but scratch my head and said:
"Wang Jian has made outstanding achievements in his life. What reward has he not received? Even the royal gift, His Majesty also rewarded him back then."
"Why is this funeral still making me in a dilemma?"
"That mother's maidservant!"
“I really don’t know what to give as a gift.”
"And my father who is suffering from the plague, you can just die if you want to, and how about bringing some things back? Just leave this little for me, how can I find suitable things to give away?"
"Why have I been so weak in my life?"
The person in front of me is the son of Guo Kai, a hero of the Qin Dynasty.
Guo Dan.
While Guo Dan was cursing, a minister said from outside the door: "Parents, I found out something."
Guo Dan frowned.
Displeased:
"I'm busy without looking at your parents. How can I be so blind? I don't have the heart to listen to other miscellaneous things. Go away."
"Don't interrupt my thoughts."
Li Chen smiled awkwardly.
whispered:
"Parents, I inquired about the funeral arrangements given by the officials to Marquis Wu Cheng."
Guo Dan's eyes lit up and he immediately opened the door.
Displeased:
"Then why are you still standing there?"
"Hurry up and tell me!"
Li Chen had long been accustomed to the man's behavior, so he immediately raised his hands and said, "Go home, sir."
"The officials did not send any conventional funeral rites."
Guo Dan's face darkened.
Cursed:
"Aren't you talking nonsense?"
"A normal funeral, giving money and clothes? Does Mr. Wang need your money? Does he need your cloth?"
"If you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, I will kick you to death!"
"That mother's maidservant!"
The ministers looked aggrieved.
whispered:
"Every official seems to be preparing wreaths."
"A wreath? What is this?" Guo Dan frowned, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, but he had never heard of such a thing as a wreath.
Officials are also not verbose.
He took out a piece of white cloth from his cuff, and there was a painting clearly painted on the white cloth, which was the wreath sent by Qin Luoheng.
After staring at the wreath with elegiac couplets for a while, Guo Dan couldn't help but slap his legs and said, "How come I couldn't think of such a good thing?"
"Who gave this?"
"Is there anyone in the court who is smarter than me?"
Li Chen said:
"I went to inquire about it."
"This man is not an official of the imperial court, he is just a scholar of the school."
"Some time ago, Marquis Wu Cheng was either critically ill or rescued by this Shi Zi. This Shi Zi also sent this wreath just now."
"Shi Zi?" Guo Dan raised his eyebrows and whispered: "Is the Shi Zi of Qin so powerful?"
"Never mind that."
"Now you can prepare one for me according to the style of this wreath. Make it as big as possible... No, it can't be too big."
"Other court officials also sent wreaths. If I were older than them, wouldn't I be overpowering them? These old people are all evil-minded."
"You can't give it too big."
"But it can't be too small. If it's too small, wouldn't it be inferior to others?"
"I, Guo Dan, am also one of the courtiers."
"At least he has a higher status than Lang Guan."
"And this elegiac couplet."
"How can I write these things?"
"And how can I use the Qin Zhuan that a dog has scratched?"
Guo Dan thought secretly.
Sudden.
A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.
He immediately said:
"Go and get my jade ring."
"I'm going to see that Shi Zi."
"Jade finger ring? This person is just a historian." Li Chen's eyes were full of surprise.
Guo Dan snorted coldly.
Disdainfully said:
"You know shit."
"He is Shizi now, will he still be Shizi in the future?"
"Even if he is just a historian, can he be an ordinary historian who can enter the palace?"
"Your parents and I can't just go to the palace."
"But others can."
"Not only can he, but he also rescued Wu Chenghou. Will the Wang family repay this kindness? After graduating from the school, won't they go straight to the top?"
"Your parents and I are paying for your bones with thousands of dollars!"
"Moreover."
"No matter how other courtiers make wreaths, this Shizi can do it?"
"If this goes wrong, it will not only offend the Wang family, but also His Majesty, and even the entire Da Qin court. Your parents and I will not dare to make such a mistake."